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killuintense · 1 year ago

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OMG, I JUST READ UR STEPDAD LEON FIC AND BITCH I COULDVE BUSTED A NUT. THAT SHIT WAS PUSSY DRIPPING PERFECTION, I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ SMUT THAT FUCKING GOOD.

You’ve got MAJOR talent, oml

❝ catch us if you can ❞

stepdad!leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: just Leon being a very cuddly stepdad to you.

content: 1.8k words, p in v, smut, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, soft dom leon, porn with some plot i think, thinking abt do a serie abt stepdad!leon. you have another part to read if you want.

note: thank you for your words !! i haven't written in a while but your message inspired me to follow this version of the Leon that i like so much, i hope you like this little gift ;)

The headboard of your mother's bed was banging frenetic and messily against the wall of the room. If you weren't with both legs spread in such an obscene manner, you could have seriously worried about the neighbors' complaints and the problems that would mean, but, come on... there would be time to worry about that, maybe when you didn't have your stepdad fucking you with all his might against his wife's matrimonial mattress, and you weren't moaning in such a pathetic way.

Leon's cock was plunging inside you and pounding your womb with a precision that was nothing short of bringing you to the brink of starting to shed the first tears, his bare chest pressed against your tits, crushing them, while his mouth carelessly kissed yours and saliva leaked out shamelessly. His rhythm was messy and desperate, as if he sought to please you no matter what, but couldn't fight that instinct to fuck you with total selfishness as soon as he felt you squeezing him like a bitch in heat seeking to leave him without even the last drop. "Baby, baby, fu-fuck" he moaned pulling away from the kiss as the squeaking of the poor wood of the bed got louder and louder "Stop squeezing me like that, for the love of god... I swear when I cum I will fill you so full of my cum I will give you a beautiful baby" a small squealing moan came from your lips as both of his hands played with your tits squeezing and pampering them just like he knew how to do "Is that what you want, love? To be fucked so hard then swell these beautiful tits even more, don't you?" inevitably your legs trembled at his tone of voice and your hands clutched at his back, clawing at him in the same rhythm as his balls hit your skin hard and his fingers were soaked with the juices you slowly started to produce being close to your orgasm.

"Leon!" you moaned desperately "Da-daddy, please, I'm going to cum, stop it!, I-" he deep chuckle was heard as it mingled with his guttural moans as he felt himself suffocating inside you because you were at your limit inevitably bringing him to his. And, fuck, it would sound fucked up to him but it warmed him up so much to hear you calling him 'daddy', with that soft and aching little voice, like a little kitten looking for his caresses no matter what. For that very reason he paid no attention to you, and his onslaught became more and more erratic and didn't stop even though a scream of pleasure made itself in your throat as you felt that heat in your abdomen dissipate and expand into a strong orgasm, squeezing with your legs around his hips so that he stayed pounding into that sweet spot inside you. Even Leon should have used a condom, but that feeling he got from cumming at the same time as you and having hot spurts of cum fill his girl completely drove him crazy whenever you fucked, the idea that even when you both pulled away his essence would still be in your body.

"Shit, babe" he grunted, penetrating you one last time until he felt his base was completely inside you, thus being able to see the tip of his cock hit your stomach and protrude slightly, causing you to spasm hard as a consequence of having fucked you even through your orgasm. He was sweaty and felt heavy against you, sinking into your neck as you tried to regulate your breathing and he the same, gently kissing your skin with marks from his mouth. You felt his two-day-old beard prickle and tickle, stealing a chuckle from under you.

"You kind of have a lot of beard already, don't you, old man?" you joked and ripped a chuckle from him causing him to settle into your side, slowly pulling out of you. Inside you and without wanting to admit it out loud that puzzled you, feeling that annoying emptiness that meant not having him inside you. He was always so thick, big, filling you up and making you feel complete.

"I thought they were one of the things that made me charming" he replied, stealing an exaggerated sigh jokingly from you as your hand stroked his dull golden hair. His forehead still had hairs softly sticking to it from sweat and his mouth wouldn't leave your side, now kissing your shoulder softly.

You couldn't remember when it had become so normal between the two of you. At what point you stopped feeling so much guilt and stopped avoiding each other out of embarrassment giving way to simply letting things flow. Although the first few times they wanted to avoid the desire to be together, avoiding each other in the corridors of the house, or arriving late for dinner so as not to see the three of them together at the table, in the end they always ended up meeting in one way or another in the bedroom kissing and ending up fucking. It was inevitable, they could not avoid that things went up a notch with the need to touch each other more and more, to suck, bite, lick, kiss each other's body without fear of being discovered.

There was something in Leon that made you look for him when you felt bad, overwhelmed by your problems, maybe that helpful way of doing things and protecting you, of laughing with you at night while he hugged you and kissed your hair sweetly, that nice way of just being with you without the need to do or say anything. Like that moment where he had you cuddled on his chest, with that warmth flowing from his skin as they talked about whatever the fuck they were talking about during the day. That soon he had to go on one of his stressful work missions and he would miss you, and you asked him to bring you a souvenir like he always did, trying not to get too emotional worrying about what it would mean to be without him for so many days.

However, before you wanted to continue talking, the door to the main entrance opened, creating noise downstairs. Your mother had returned earlier than expected.

You both jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed your clothes from the floor which luckily were nothing more than a t-shirt and your panties, looking confused at each other. One look was enough to know that you just had to quickly lock yourself in your room; you didn't think much about it in fact, and before locking yourself in you watched as Leon arranged the unraveled sheets and put on his clothes as quickly as he could. Your mother's voice began to be heard as she came up the stairs and by then you locked the door to your room to make sure you didn't get any surprises. You began to despair, you didn't know exactly what to do and worse, you didn't know what Leon was supposed to do. You stuck your ear to the wood of the door, which luckily was thin enough to hear what was happening on the other side.

"Leon, honey, I'm back!" your mother said once she was upstairs, the shower head could be heard falling lightly and your stepfather's voice sounded muffled as he let her know he was showering. As always, a man of effective plans. "Oh, I understand, honey, thank you for taking my advice and opening the windows, the room needed airing out" she told him and you thanked God for making him a man attentive to detail, as the smell of sex was going to be all too evident, ever since you woke up that morning Leon hadn't let you rest for a second. It was morbid to think that in the same bed where your mother was relaxed right now, a few minutes ago you were having the best orgasm of your life... with her husband.

Interesting.

Seeing that they were out of danger and calmer, you changed and a few minutes later you went out to greet your mother, with the excuse that you were too busy with college work to go out to greet her. And everything continued normally, Leon came out showered and dressed in new clothes (clothes that did not have your sweet perfume impregnated in them), greeting her affectionately with a kiss and a hug, and you caressing your hair as if it were a father to his daughter, surprised for not having seen you all day, according to his words. No ulterior motives. A happy family.

It was midnight and silence lay in the house, everyone was in their respective rooms and you were boredly flipping through the various channels offered by your television. You were about to continue on your interesting task of lounging around when your door was softly knocked and Leon's voice was heard on the other side, asking your permission to enter. You laughed internally, reminding yourself of the first time you were together. "Come in, silly" you laughed, and he appeared, closing the door behind him, with that soft, charming smile on his face. He was in his pajamas, apparently they had gone to bed a while ago but for some reason he decided to show up in your room (not that it bothered you at all, as it was customary for it to happen).

"Hey..." he mumbled not so loudly so as not to create disturbing noises and wake your mother from her deep sleep, approaching your bed at a lazy pace "Is there space for one more?" he asked and you laughed, leaving a gap next to you big enough for him to get in even though, as always, you loved that feeling of being squashed in like a big bear. "I'm sorry it all happened so abruptly today, you know how it is..." you could feel the tone of guilt in his voice, not so much for what they were doing, but for making you feel displaced in a way. And the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he just wanted you to hang out for a little while, and then just kick you out of the room.

"You know that I know how things work, Leon, I'm not a little girl" you said letting his arms wrap around you, making your cheek squish into his fluffy pecs. You planted a soft kiss there and bit down, making him chuckle softly at the gentle tickle.

"Sure, you're not a little girl, though you keep biting me like one" he chided with that loving tone that you could easily mistake for paternal if it weren't for the fact that he was planting soft kisses on your lips, caressing you as if you were going to break "You know I love you, don't you?" he blurted out amidst the wetness of your mouth, and if it weren't for the darkness of the room he could easily notice the blush all over your face "More than I love anyone, you're my girll" your heart felt soft and warm, a sense of home and protection that only he could bring to it. You would be lying if you said that a feeling of pride and superiority came over you knowing that you were what Leon loved the most.

"And I love you more, even if you crush me whenever we sleep together" you pinched the side of his abdomen and he laughed deeply burying himself in your neck with devotion as he breathed in as much as he could of you, all your scent, all your essence that made him feel alive, warm and loved. All those nights you were together, with or without clothes on, he wouldn't trade them for anything or anyone. Because, almost as if it were madness, you had taught him that way of loving without limits in an almost unconscious way. And he would take care of you no matter what.

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mixtape-racha · 11 months ago

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cw: somno, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex, fem!reader

athlete bf sunghoon who still doesn't realise that your stamina isn't quite up to par with his

lasting rounds and rounds, still willing and able to go for more while you're on the verge of passing out beneath him

ironically, that's how the idea of somno came about in your relationship

the fact that you trust him enough to do something like that? well, that's enough to make him bust a nut on the spot

quite literally, too. he was actually balls deep inside you when you brought it up, and he literally came before you finished your sentence

he just never got up the courage to actually do it

not until he came home from practice last one night, to find you already tucked up on the sofa, a forgotten tv show playing in the background

his heart melted at the sight of you, no hesitation in his mind before he was carefully picking you up and carrying you to bed

your shirt must've ridden up while he was placing you down on the bed, because that was when he realised what you were wearing

or, more so, what you weren't wearing

in just his t-shirt and nothing else? not even panties? he was hardening in his pants before he could comprehend what was happening

and you'd already given him explicit permission, so laying yourself out like this - all ready to be used - well, that wasn't a far stretch, was it?

that's how you found yourself stirring awake to the feeling of hoonie's mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, head hidden under the shirt you were wearing

well, he couldn't ruin the fun and risk waking you up by taking it off, could he?

it was only then you noticed how he was rutting into you, little whines and whimpers falling from his lips

he really was trying to be quiet, promise! he didn't want to wake you!

you just looked so pretty and peaceful, he couldn't help it. his pretty girl all laid out ready for him

who was he to deny himself such a basic pleasure? who was he to deny you what you so clearly wanted?

your hand lazily wrapped in his hair, he took that as a sign to speed up his movements

all frenzied and overwhelmed, god he was a dream

it wasn't long before his hips came to a still, his warm cum filling you up so perfectly

and you stayed like that for a while, his softening inside of you while you played with his hair

it was nice... intimate. it felt more intimate than usual to him

so why would he ever deny such a gift?

and why, you both wondered, hadn't you brought it up sooner?

(a/n: scheduled post!)

-> don’t forget to reblog or comment if you like my works ♡ please refrain from modifying, translating, or copying my work. - © mixtape-racha

tags ✮⋆˙ : @pretty-racha @demetrisscarf @fluerz @bangtancultsposts @yevene

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s-4pphics · 7 months ago

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don’t know if you’re still doing requests but… finding out that sub!ellie likes to be choked while y’all are scissoring hhhnng oh my god

choking ellie choking ellie choking elliechokingelelicukcholcjgelleie

ellie either gets choked or does the choking in everything i’ve ever written and it’s for a reason it’s because i wanna be strangled….

idk i feel ellie finding out she secretly loves being choked would be goofy as shit. like she does something to irritate her partner and they playfully say “i’m gonna kill you!” with the lightest touch on her neck imaginable. their palm is literally laying there with barely any pressure but her brain goes into overdrive and her eye starts twitching… LEWWWWSEERRRR

she thinks about it for days. literally sun up to sun down. not an hour missed of imagining her partner choking the shit outta her… and one night, she’s getting fucked to hell and decides to start dropping ‘signs’…

one night, her partners riding the fuck out of her and she’s seconds away from bussin when she grabs her partner’s hand. she doesn’t know how to bring it up without killing the vibe, so she just awkwardly places it on her shoulder. i imagine whoever’s fucking her be looking down like “odd placement but okay…” and ellie’s staring up like a kicked dog because they’re both fucking stupid😂😂 and then she angles her chin at the ceiling to expose her neck a bit more… like their hand is right there… slide a few inches over, and she’s home free!

but they don’t. they both nut and kiss each other goodnight, but ellie’s about to tweak. 2 tortuous weeks pass when she finally blurts out her desires over a hot bowl of cinnamon apple oatmeal… at least she thinks she makes it obvious enough for her partner to catch. what started off as normal morning conversations turn into ellie dramatically asking,

“do you like throats?”

when her partner stares at her like she’s sprouted two heads, she rolls her eyes to mask embarrassment. she clarifies, “i mean… do you like my throat?”

‘uhhh… yeah?’ was all she got, so she boldly asks.

“cool, cool… can you choke me tonight?”

and that night they fuck… and it’s awkward. but it’s not either of their faults. her partner’s scared that they’re gonna accidentally kill their girlfriend so they barely touch her neck, and ellie’s fiending to go light headed from lack of oxygen.

when ellie’s close, she gets loose-lipped, so she just starts frantically begging for them to ‘choke me harder choke me harder’, but her partner panics. a constant drawl of ‘are you sure what if you die oh fuck im gonna cum’ so ellie’s nails retract from her partner’s waist to lay her palm over her s.o’s with the filthiest glare… just the slightest bit of added pressure where her fingers squeeze theirs, and her partner’s thumb is pressed right on her pulse that thumps with anticipation…

and she busts on impact! possibly the loudest she’s ever been and the hardest she’s ever came in a while. their sex dynamics are changed forever, and ellie can’t nut without neck affection!

this is canon btw🩷

#nonnies ✄┈┈ ˚#thot thoughts 𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹#ellie williams smut

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princessbunnib · 2 years ago

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Care For You

König |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: König takes care of you after finding out you've had a stressful day at work.

Pairing: König X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Dom König, Sub Reader, Established Relationship, Communication, Size Difference, König With Size Kink, Overstimulation, Talk About Breeding, Consensual, Praising, Accidental CreamPie, Rough Penetration, Fingering, Begging, Talk About Squirting, Sex In Kitchen, Sex On Table, Squirting Encouragement, Missionary, Oral |F| Receiving, DoggyStyle.

Author's Note: Continuation of 'Another Round?'

I had a different plot and script but decided it wasn't strong enough to be part two. I kindof set the bar very high with part one.🤧

Ah! part one got 1k notes! That's my first post to ever get that much attention. Thank youuu😭💕

Thank you all for 229 followers♡

I don't know how I feel about this one so please let me know in the comments.

PT 1 Here:

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You unlocked the door to your shared house and was met with the smell of food being cooked followed with König singing a song that has been stuck in his head for the past week. You sat your purse down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. König was making eggs for himself considering that was the only thing he knew how to make on his own without burning down the house.

You watched him for a breif moment as he tried the stove nob off and scraped the eggs out of the pan and onto a plate before making your presence known.

"Hey... Uhm, you know I could have made you something when I came back. I'm off earlier than usual today." You said walking up to him to place a kiss on his cheek. Holding his waist for a second before letting go.

"Yeah but I couldn't wait... how was work?" He asked begining to clean up the mess he made while cooking.

You sat down and sighed heavily, kicking your feet up onto the next chair and kicked your heels off. Rolling your eyes thinking about the events that took place ealier today. "It was fucking awful... that blonde chick I told you about last week really likes to bust my non existent balls... I would pay to see her get fired." You stated with a crisp tone of annoyance.

"What did she do this time?" He asked grabbing your foot and begining to message it while pulling up another chair. He had a delicate hold while pressing his thumbs into the center of your foot, revealing the sore feeling in them that was caused by your shoes.

"The usual... I don't want to talk about it though, just thinking about it pisses me off so I'd rather not say." You scoffed. While watching him give you a massage

"But other than that how did your day go?" You asked. He shrugged not having much to say. He has a job but it's a work from home one since he likes to avoid social interaction at any cost. Other than working, he doesn't do much.

He usually takes care of all of the domestic things around the house to give you a break. He's comfortable with this dynamic you two have created because it makes you happy. Your happiness is the only thing that truly matters to him at the end of the day..."

"I see you cleaned up... it feels better in here, thank you... I would have done it but you know- duty calls..." You said with a nervous laugh.

A/N: (I guess you could say it's- call of duty.)

"You don't have to thank me, I live here too... what boyfriend would I be if I made you do all the house work..."

God he looked so sexy in your apron was. It didn't fit him as well as it should have, but he still wears it because of two things. It smells like you, and he likes to pretend like he's a professional chef with a reality TV show when he's alone.

He was so domestic for someone his size. You found it cripplingly attractive. Just thinking about him washing dishes drives you nuts. You'd always watch him as he scattered around the house cleaning any and everything. His hips would sway while he vacuumed. A strong grip on the handle as his forearm veins flexed while he yanked it back to clean a persistent pile of junk off the carpet.

König pulled your chair close to him since you were staring at him. "Do I have something on my face?" He asked lifting a brow.

"Nope... you have a nice face?" You said not thinking about how weird that response would be. 'You have a nice face..' Who the hell says something like that?

You sighed to yourself and looked away from him. He let go of your left foot and messaged your right foot. "Thank you... I haven't shaved yet and thought I looked like a bear or something..." He shrugged.

Ugh he's so cute. He valued your opinion over anything. He wanted to be perfect for you, he'd change everything about himself if you asked him to. Which you would never do for the record, you already felt that he was perfect.

"Don't worry about that... I don't mind a bit of stubble... besides- it feels good against me when you-"

You stopped yourself from interrupting this wholesome interaction with your lewd nonsense. But it's not your fault, he's the one who keeps staring down at you with his eyes big and clueless. You wanted to top him so badly one day. But knowing how strong he is, there's no way he'd let you.

You then leaned in and kissed him without thinking. His soft lips soothed your attitude making you forget about the things you were even mad at prior.

You melted into his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. He groaned into your mouth and picked you up from the chair pushing objects out of the way for you to have as much space necessary so he could lay you down.

What a dream. Coming home from a stressful day of work and having a boyfriend to manhandle you and toss you anywhere he pleased

"König what're you doing... I just got home, I have papers to fill out..." You said watching him pull your pencil skirt off of your hips. You had on thin black tights to cover as much skin as possible when at work. He turned you over on your stomach and held your ass in his hands.

"Sorry... but you know how much I love your uniform... and now that we've had sex... I can't stop thinking about how sexy it makes you look." He lustfuly said while kissing your neck, his large hands ripping them off of your body. You looked back at him clearly annoyed. "König! I'm going to have to buy new ones..." You said giving him attitude.

"Oops." He shrugged off your words and harshly slapped your ass with both hands. Watching it jiggle with a subtle red mark on your pretty skin.

You wore black lace underwear. He glanced up at you, teasing the waistband as if he was going to take them off. "What's this? Wearing something so scandalous at work... care to explain?" He asked yanking them upwards to hug your clit making you moan in the process.

"Ahh~ I just wanted to feel confident today... that's all, really." You said hoping he'd believe you.

"If you wanted to feel confident... you could have let me creampie you before you left so you'd have to rush out of here with my come still inside you...". He said caressing your face and dragging his thumb on your bottom lip. Imagining how pretty you'd look with his cock prying your lips apart for you to suck on him.

"What's gotten into you today? You usually aren't like this..."

"Dunno... guess I'm just proud of myself for making you come." He said nonchalantly.

König then slowly broke apart the buttons to your blouse revealing your spaghetti strap undershirt and matching lace black bra.

"Wow... not only you wore the panties, you also wore the bra to match... seems like you wanted me to fuck you when you got home hm? Either way I'm still going to fulfil that... only if you'll allow me..."

With your chest now exposed it gave him the perfect space to kiss you all over and pull your shirt off of your body. He threw it somewhere and unclipped your bra. You held your bra onto your body not wanting to expose yourself so quickly.

"K-König~ I swear you're like a dog in heat ever since that night, I haven't been drinking enough water lately... I won't be able to squirt how you've been wanting me to..." You said attempting to push him off of you.

He groaned and pinned your hands to the table. Leaning down to pull your bra off with his teeth and throw it. His tongue then dragging across your breasts daring to touch your nipples.

His dominant behavior was arousing to say the least. You felt like an animal in the woods being attacked by a rabid wolf who was hungry for nothing but meat. The way he dragged his teeth across your skin slightly biting into it but not too much. He was testing the waters even though you deep down wanted him to mark you all over like you belonged to him.

He ignored your body language and yanked your hips closer to his. He grunted taking your apron off and tossing it somewhere in the room. He didn't have a shirt on. Only grey sweatpants that lowly hugged his hips.

He's such a slut for walking around the house like that. Who raised him.

"I guess I am in heat... but it's really not my fault, you're so unbelievably sexy... please I need you so badly... I know you want me as much as I want you- well probably not... I need you more than the will to get out of bed in the morning..."

"Mmm... I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I feel like you're still inside sometimes when I'm alone." You said placing a hand on your stomach whimpering at the emptiness. "Oh yeah? You want me inside your stomach? That desperate feeling is driving you crazy isn't it... I could put something else in there too so you wouldn't feel lonely for- about... nine months?" He said with a smirk.

"Just seeing you makes me hard... can I please fuck you... I can't stand the tight feeling in my pants..." He softly whimpered trying not to beg. You bit your lip and held his face for him to look at you.

You didn't answer as he began to lightly play with your clothed clit. You let out a gentle moan while covering your chest due to the cold air.

"Awe please... let me see you... let your man see every inch of your body... I wanna suck on those sweet little nipples of yours... can I?"

You nodded biting your lip and giving into your sexual urges. Your hips bucking onto him wanting to feel more than just his hands.

He then took your left nipple in his mouth, kissing it with the tip of his tongue before using the wet pink tissue to flick it back and forth. He swallowed it while and grazed his teeth on it, looking up at you while applying more pressure to your clit.

"Ahmmm~ that feels good..." You whimpered holding your right breasts for him while your other hand held his head.

"Thank you for telling me... I've been thinking about you all day... how bad I want to stuff you full of my come... you're so gorgeous... I love you... I need you..."

He groaned and pulled his sweats halfway down his thighs, spreading your legs apart and pinning them to the table. He then slid your panties to the side and aligned himself with your entrance before sliding himself into you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back.

König thrusted steadily but with force. You tightened around him causing your walls to become more slicker and softer to penetrate. He groaned and put your legs on his shoulders placing his hands on the table and staring at your body as you moved along with his thrusts. His mind was foggy with lust.

Hips moving faster than he could speak. He couldn't muster up any words, he was more focused on fucking you. Making your vaginal muscles tighten and clench on him, obeying each forcful thrust taking him in with wet sounds. You held onto the table with your right hand and covered your mouth with the other. Eyebrows furrowing as his pubic hair brushed against your clit with every time he'd thrust forward.

"Hhnngghhh... more... work was driving me over the edge today-" You screamed as he thrusted into your g-spot before missing the area altogether.

You whimpered wanting him to correct his thrusts but was too flustered to speak.

He slapped your thighs and held your face, giving you another slap but on your cheeks. Then continuing to snatch up your jaw. "Yeah? You've had a stressful day... I know- agh... that's why I'm doing this for you, just relax around me... I'll take excellent care of you." He mocked your whimpers and squeezed your breasts. You put your hand on his stomach to stop him momentarily.

He groaned and stopped thrusting glancing down at you. "What is it? Am I going too fast or hard?" He asked showing concern for your pleasure.

"No... you found my spot but changed it before I could tell you..." You responded softly with lust filled eyes.

"I'm sorry... I'll try and find it again, tell me when it feels good alright? I'm so sorry..." He said before kissing your forehead.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. He then placed his hands on the table you laid on and changed his footing. He groaned beginning to steadily thrust upwards into you. You moaned as it did feel good, but that still wasn't it.

"Deeper? Ughh please... it felt so good for literally a second..." You whimpered in frustration.

"Alright... don't get upset... you know I'll find it for you... give me a second okay? You love me?" He asked showering your face with kisses.

"Yes... I do~ I really love you..." You nodded as he sloppily kissed your lips with a light hold on your neck.

You wanted him to squeeze tighter but had to keep composure. One thing at a time.

König then pulled your lower half off of the table. Some of your body weight was resting in his hands. He then began to thrust hard into you, you felt more deeper now that your pelvis felt like you were standing up. "How's that?" He asked hoping he did it right.

"Y-yeahh~ t-th-there... just- a bit... mghhnn~ harder..." You managed to speak instead of choking on your words.

He moaned feeling your juices drip down his shaft and collect on his balls. You definitely gotten wetter due to him penetrating you differently. You whimpered wanting to touch him but was too focused on not falling off the table.

"Yes yes ahhhmmghh König fuck me harder... I don't want to think about anything but being fucked by your fat cock~♡" You lustfuly said while rolling your eyes back.

"Yes... anything for you... you're so wet now... I can feel it all over me... does that feel good?" He asked staring into your eyes.

You nodded used your elbows to keep you up for support. Your arms were tired at this point. But you didn't want to change positions because of it.

"I'm gonna come already... fuck... I can't..." He whimpered rutting his hips into you.

"Ughhhh just remember to- ahhh p-pull out... I haven't gotten back on birth control..."

He rolled his eyes not wanting to listen to you. He wanted to come inside you for the first time but because of your fear for having children. You wouldn't ever allow him to breed you.

Sure the act of a creampie would sound absolutely amazing. Especially if it's from him, but you weren't ready to put your life on hold for a family.

And also due to his above average height. It would be hell on earth to carry such a heavy and most likely tall child.

You could tell König these things but he wouldn't understand. He's not the one who has to carry the baby, and he's also not the one who has to deliver it.

"Ughh I don't want to come yet... shit- I need your pretty clit in my mouth... are you going to allow me to do that?" He groaned pulling out and tapping his tip on your clit. You were given a moment to get yourself together. You could feel your juices dripping down your lips. You nodded quickly to him while bucking your pelvis onto his shaft. Making him moan and drip pre-cum.

He then got on his knees and grabbed your breasts, playing with them while wrapping his tongue around your clit, groaning with every sloppy lick he made with his tongue. Your back arched as you whimpered grinding your lips on his mouth.

He could feel his erection settling which may or may not have been a good thing. Hearing you moan kept it standing for a breif moment but he really just wanted to fuck you. But due to him wanting to enjoy this moment. He chose your orgasm over his. The more be could make you moan while still being able to preform, the better.

König kissed your clit and teased your entrance with his index and middle fingers.

He lightly chuckled hearing you whimper his name while he slid his fingers inside sometimes using his thumb to rub your clit, then sucking it. "Ugh just look at what you did... my fingers are soaked..." He said watching the clear juices drip down his digits. You looked down at him and covered your mouth feeling embarrassed by his interest in the subject.

"König~ sthoopp~ you're embarrassing me..." You whimpered until he stood up and held your face, gently slapping it and curling his fingers while rubbing your clit again.

"I know... you're face is so hot... it's okay... I'm just appreciating everything there is to appreciate... the way you get so wet for me... your pretty moans... your sweet little clit that twitches everytime I kiss it... I love it all..." He said into your ear, watching you squirm under his touch and moan clearly.

"Uhhh~ K-König~ Am I being good for you?" You asked hoping he'd understand what you meant.

"Hm? Oh I get it- you want me to praise you right?" He asked lifting a brow. You nodded suppressing your moans as he curled his fingers in a more consistent pattern, now penetrating his fingers into the spot he reached earlier.

You moaned more looser and held onto his forearm with your right hand. Hips rutting into the air and mouth open forming the 'o' shape. "Right there! Yes! Don't stop- please don't stop~"

"Awe, I'm not going to don't worry... and Y/n of course you're being such a good girl for me... you keep squirming under me to stop yourself from coming aren't you? You don't have to hold yourself back... I want you to come on my fingers..."

"B-but I'll- m-make a mess... you spent all day cleaning up... You whined still trying not to let all of your composure go.

He pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, sucking everything off of them and holding your thighs teasing your clit with his tip again to get himself hard as his previous erection wasn't fully gone. "I'll clean it up when we're done... you're so sweet for being considerate... now tell me this, do you want me to stop playing games and give you this huge throbbing cock already?"

You didn't asnwer at first so clearly you needed some encouragement. He then held his inches in his right hand and penetrated you with just the tip. Your moans became louder as your arms fwailed around. You hoped he'd but it all inside but soon was left disappointed when you heard him groaning in pleasure, you looked at him to see that he was using his hand to pleasure himself while barley inside you.

He couldn't be serious. Right? Did he expect you to get off by his tip alone? You whimpered and tried to move your hips to be penetrated by him more, only to receive a slap on the thigh along with a rough squeeze.

"Don't misbehave now or I'll have to get rough with you... I can see that disappointment in your eye... just asnwer my question and then I'll stop joking around and take your precious orgasm seriously."

"Ughh... what was it? I wasn't listening... mmm." You loudly whimpered kicking your legs in frustration.

"Shame on you for not listening... I asked you if you wanted my cock already so you could come... but considering recent events, I don't think you deserve it... I'll just take this out... and try another time." He said lazily pulling out, now mentally annoyed with his actions.

He got on his knees again and scooped your legs up into his arms, you whimpered trying to get out of his hold but couldnt. You knew what he was going to do.

Fuck you couldn't handle being overstimulated again like last time. Your legs were so weak by the time he was finished with you. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk after this, he has such a fascination with making you come by using his tongue.

"Awe you're getting worried aren't you... how cute... you don't want my tongue do you?" He asked. You shook your head and nodded. You couldn't decide on a clear answer, you also didn't want to speak up and say it because the only thing you'd manage to say would be a whimper or moan.

He smirked lightly swishing his tongue side to side. You held the table with your hands throwing your head back slightly whimpering for him to stop.

"You're squirming... tell me what you're thinkin' about... I want to know if I'm satisfying you." He asked before taking your whole clit in his mouth and sucking profusely and tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you still.

"Mhmm mm... such a pretty little clit... mnghmm I can't get enough of it..." He moaned into you humming to send vibrations throughout your spine. You shook your head whimpering and arching your back.

You had no choice but to put your legs onto his shoulders, he held your thighs closely to his head wanting you to squeeze him with your thighs. His eyes never left yours, even if you tried to break eye contact he'd nibble on your clit to get your attention again.

You'd then whimper in pain and try to open your thighs, but he was stronger than you. By like a lot. He held your hands with his making it impossible for you to stop him. His tongue pulled back the small hood and began to thrust in an upward motion. He'd play with your clit like a cat to a mouse by flicking it in all directions, using the slippery underside of his tongue to make it more wet then give a long lick and proceed to suck it making sure to not stop until you moaned.

He looked away briefly to watch your stomach cave into itself. He could tell you were going to come soon. He's only been doing this so much to take notes of how your body reacted to him. When he's too busy staring into your eyes when in missionary, it doesn't give him much room to notice the small details that lead to you coming.

"You taste immaculate... I could stay like this until my jaw falls off... mmmghmm~"

You were going to speak but forgotten how to. You cried out literal nonsense and squeezed his hands, with that simple action his eyes were back on your face. You whimpered feeling the temperature in your body rise. "Mhmm... you're so close aren't you? I won't leave you alone until you come."

"Köniiiigg~ sthoopp... it's too good... you're gonna make me... ahhffmm~"

"Mhm? What was that? Come? Squirt? Cry? Tell me all the details so I know how to take care of you after... I love you so much... no matter what you do I will love you forever..."

"I- I don't know- fu-fuck- I can't even think..." You chocked on your words and bit into your lip, eyes glazing with tears as you watched him.

"You're so come drunk you don't know what to do with yourself... I'm glad that I have such an affect on you Y/n... you feel amazing around my fingers." He praised lightly kissing your clit inbetween statements.

"Hmm~ you make me feel so good when you kiss my clit..."

"Good... can you come on my tongue? I promise I'll fuck you in any way you want me to... weather it be slow, fast, rough, deep... you name it my beautiful girl..."

"I'll try~♡ hooghoddd..."

He held your hip with his left hand and continued to stare at you. You moaned rocking your hips back and forth feeling his fingers deeper inside. He played with your breasts and pinched your nipples to further bring noises out of you. You screamed his name and covered your face.

"I know... I know... you're so worked up... you don't know what to do with yourself... come for me, you can do it. You're such a good girl for me Y/n." He said egging you on before lapping his tongue on your clit still fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back, mouth opening wide without anything coming out of it. You nodded at his encouragement letting him know you were indeed close. He harshly slapped your thighs then squeezed them tightly to sooth the sting. "Mhmm come on my fucking face... good girls come on my face, you're a good girl right?" He said using a cocky tone.

"Yes yes yhesss! I'm a good girl... I'm a good girl... aghhh König I'm close..."

"I know... awe please come on my face, I'm so fucking hard for you... You mean the world to me... you're even better than a good girl... I love you so much I don't fucking deserve a goddess like you... come for me please~♡"

You looked down at him and held his head, pushing it further inbetween your legs to shut him up. You were so god damn close that it annoyed you, you needed to come. You couldn't think about anything else. His tongue felt smooth like silk, he was a master at what he did. With more words of encouragement you ended up locking your legs around his head keeping him in place. He held your hips allowing you to use him like a toy.

Your vaginal muscles clamping on nothing, all the tension focused on your clit. Sucking, blowing, licking, nibbling. You threw your head back as it felt like an explosion of fireworks in your brain had went off. You found yourself rutting your hips on his mouth and moaning at the top of your lungs.

"König! AHHH YEESSSSS FINALLYYYY~♡" The sound of your voice made it seem like you were crying tears of joy. He let go of your clit with an obnoxious slurping sound and blew a gentle breeze of air on it.

Your legs shaking and giving out at the same time. He watched you in awe as you grabbed yourself not knowing how to deal with the amount of dopamine being produced. "Awe wow... look at you so undone for me... that's it, keep moaning... you're almost coming down aren't you?" He said gently rubbing your clit in a side to side motion.

"Stop stop stop stop! It's too fucking much I've had enough... please!" You begged uncontrollably feeling tears gushing out of your eyes.

He stopped touching you and pulled you close to him, tossing your arms around his neck. "Shh shhh... I know... calm down... you're so overwhelmed..." He said holding your face staring into your dazed eyes.

"Mm, you're my pretty girl... I love you so much..."

You let out a whimper feeling yourself let out a heavily watered down stream of liquid from your urethra. You moaned shaking your head to not focus on how embrassed you were by the whole process. "I'm sorry..." You managed to choke out.

"Awe don't be... take a moment to rest for me okay? And would you look at that... you can squirt... I knew I'd be able to make you do it." He said caressing your face and showering your lips with kisses.

You nodded and kissed him back, tasting yourself from earlier. "Thank you so much... thank you... thank you..."

You couldn't think about anything. Your mind was blank and all you could do was thank him. He took your words with pride and laid you back down on the table, you didn't let him go. You were vulnerable and didn't want him to leave your side. You buried your face into his neck locking your legs around him tighter.

"Stay here... I'm ready for more if you are... I want you to fuck me until I cry..."

"Oh? As you wish... you don't need to do anything... I just want to use your body to come..." He said before laying kisses on your chest.

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The two of you had quickly got naked while still in the kitchen. König towered over you leaning down to kiss your neck with his cock thrusting inbetween your thighs for friction to keep him hard. You were looking up at him holding his face and making out with him, his strong hands caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

"You're perfect... are you okay? Do you want to continue or do you need more time? Or we can just stop if you want." He said caressing your face and speaking softly to you.

"I'm okay... thank you for asking, you can do anything to me, I'm ready for you... just feeling your cock inbetween my thighs like this is making me lose my mind..."

"Same here... I know it might feel like I'm saying the same things over and over but I really mean it... there aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe what you are to me."

"Yeah? Well for starters... let's say that I'm yours..." You said softly while allowing him to push you down onto the table, he held onto your hips with a low desperate groan. "Say that again... tell me how much you want me... beg for me so I can feel confident enough to fuck you senseless..."

You looked back at him, pulling him down to you so could sloppily kiss him. He slid inside you with ease, being careful to not get carried away too quickly. You moaned into his mouth and broke the kiss, holding his jaw to keep his eyes on you.

"My body belongs to you, you're the only man I'll let fuck me... you can have me any day at any hour... I'm nothing but a brain dead fuck toy for you..."

"Hmm? Yeah... you're mine... you have no idea how jealous I get when I'm in public with you... you always have to leave the house looking so fucking gorgeous... every man just has to stare at you... I fucking hate it."

You moaned as he began to kiss your neck and bite into your skin. You melted like butter under the sun holding his hand keeping it on your body. His thrusts started slow and deep to focus on speaking to you. Your walls clenched around him, hips moving back and forth to engulf his size.

"So tight... just like that Y/n... look at you trying to take control and use me for a change... I'm afraid I can't let you do that though... last time I checked fucktoys don't have a mind of their own." He growled in your ear and slapped your ass.

"I'm sorry... you're just taking so long... my desire to be fucked is burning... please can you fuck me already König~" You asked with innocent eyes lovingly gazing up at him.

"When you look at me like that how can I say no... you're so amazing... all mine... you're my good fucking girl..."

With those lustful words he proceeded to lift your left leg up and pin it on the table, spreading your legs apart made it easier for him to stuff more of himself inside. With you being pinned down to the table it's not like you could get free from his hold. You reached out and held onto the surface you laid on, whimpering as his thrusts became more consistent laced with desperation.

He cursed under his breath and slapped your ass hard. Disregarding if you may or may not like it. "Fucking bitch... mm... so tight and wet... you're such a broken in slut aren't you, you take me in so deep now..."

"You look so pretty when being fucked from behind... your ass is moving so much..." He grunted slapping it harder than before.

"Ahh~♡ choke me... please..." You asked moaning more comfortably. "How? I don't want you to pass out..."

"Squeeze the sides of my neck rather than onto my throat... I'll still be able to breath but not easily... feeling the pressure build up my head is what really turns me on..." You explained before König pulled you by your hair for you to lean upwards.

He was hesitant in fulfilling your request not sure if he'd do it right. But he wanted to make you happy and decided to trust your words. Alright how did you say to do it again? Hands on both sides of neck... that should be good.

You moaned pulling him inside deeper. Your walls reacting positively and hugging every vein in his shaft, squeezing on him ever so often. Forcing pre-cum out of him.

"Like this? Is that right? You're body seems to think so..." He moaned slightly in disbelief, wow you felt way better than before. You sounded like heaven itself aswel.

"Mhmm... just like that... ughhh your hands~ they make the perfect necklace König~♡" You praised throwing your head back and letting your self control leave your body altogether. Now making you act and sound more slutty.

"Oh my god... you keep clamping down on me... you must really like this... fuck, I'm gonna go faster now... is that okay?" He asked hearing you whimper while nodding as a response.

König began to breathe heavier and thrust harder. His balls slapping against your sensitive clit, making it twitch with every ounce of contact. He threw his head back holding your neck tighter then releasing after making you light headed intentionally.

You put your hands on his wrists, eyes rolling back and whoreish smile plastered on your face. "So deeep~ It's in my stomach~♡"

"Shut the fuck up... fuck toys don't talk." He sternly spoke before pinning you head to the table, using both hands to hold you down and thrusted harder. Heavily breathing and groaning.

A knot built up in your stomach making the pleasure become overwhelming. You whimpered focusing on the feeling of him inside you. Repeatedly clenching and pulling him in deeper. "Fuck I love you... thank you~ I can't control myself when I'm inside you..." He leaned down to you and spoke into your ear. His hand sliding under your hips so he could rub your clit.

Your mouth opened wide, drool collecting on your tongue and dripping onto the table. Your eyes rolled back as you focused on both points of pleasure. His fingers were wet as they rubbed against you.

"Say you love me... ughh f-fuck... I'm close Y/n..."

"Mmm~♡ I love you... you make me feel good... don't stop rubbing my clit, I'm gonna come soon..."

König groaned pulling you off of the table and turning you over onto your back so that the two of you were in missionary again.

You whimpered at the loss of contact around your throat. He then slapped your face gently and held your jaw. "I love you~ nghhh... I love you so much... fuck I'm gonna come~"

you pulled his face into your chest while moaning and allowing him to suck your nipples. His thumb applying pressure to your clit, teeth biting your nipples and tongue licking them.

His hips were thrusting on their own at this moment. Your legs locking around him and body jolting in pleasure. You moaned again and arched your back.

"Please don't stop choking me... I'm so close that it hurts..." You lustfuly said while receiving hard thrusts to your cervix. He groaned letting your nipples go and put your legs on his shoulders and leaning down to you, wrapping his left hand around your throat tightly squeezing. Listening to your thankful whimpers while your nails dug into his skin. He kissed your lips once until you held his face sloppily keeping your lips on his nearly sucking your face off.

"Mmmuahh~ I love how deep you take me... fucking slutty bitch..." He groaned pulling your bottom lip in his teeth.

"I love how good you fuck me... I think I'm going to squirt again-" You managed to speak as his hand momentarily got loose. "Oh fuck... don't be shy... come on I want you to squirt... I can't believe I was able to get you to do that... you were so cute while coming just because of my fingers..."

"Yeah? Tell me how pretty I am... ughhh I want to come all over your fat cock..."

He then yanked your body off of the table, you panicked and held onto him tightly. Arms wrapped around his neck as you melted into him. His hips thrusting upwards reaching your spot from earlier. You whimpered loudly and threw your head back moaning and letting your whole body relax.

"That's it... give me another... squirt on me... you're so sexy when you do." He said holding your ass in his hand and wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you in his arms.

"I love youuu~ K-König!~" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Mind being blinded by your lust and clenching around him.

He groaned burying his face into your neck to cover up his submissive moans. His hand slapping your ass until it had a large red mark into it. "I'M COMING... FUCK I'M COMING... Take every fucking drop you slut!"

He forced you down onto the table again and slammed his hips into you. You moaned arching your back and rolling your eyes back into your skull. Your nipples tingling with pleasure as your walls relaxed for the last time, flooding your urethra with clear watered down liquids. König pulled out of you and rubbed his tip on your lips, gliding it up and down watching you release all over him. Your vagina clamping down on nothing, whimpers slowly getting quieter.

Your hands pressed onto his chest as you watched him moan your name and pump his hand up and down his shaft. "Ughhhh you're so perfect for me... I need you in my life forever..."

The two of you came down from your highs. He then laid on you, allowing you to hug him and kiss his cheek. You sighed heavily in relief. He kissed your lips and lightly held your neck in his hand. Turning your head to the side so he could pepper kisses all over you. You then felt something drip out of you and onto the table. You looked down seeing his erection going down while his tip was dripping with come. "König..." You said trying to gain your composure.

"Yeah? Give me a minute... if you want to go again..." He panted in response.

"Did you come inside me? Fuck... I think you did..." You said.

He then got off of you and spread your legs. He watched his come drip down you, your vagina clenching and releasing, forcing his thick load out of you. "Looks like I did... sorry about that... You felt too good for me to waste it..."

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klipgenie · 11 months ago

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NOW IS NUT THE TIME !

warnings: rough sex, hair pulling, angry sex, cursing, slapping, creampie, facefucking, anal

summary: they come back after a long day of work; stressed and annoyed but you’re making their temper worse by annoying them and picking with them, playful!reader, oblivious!reader, not proofread. MDNI

al- haitham

front door open and closes with a loud slam as books are being dropped to the floor with no care or gentle holding as al-haitham comes home from a long and stressful day at work. God forbid who made him lose his temper! he’s never angry or angry like this to say the least..a patient man with a loss of temper like al-haitham should be one you worry about.

you, being oblivious— as always: didn’t realize he was such in a bad mood. Coming into the room where alhaitham was, you were excited to see him after sitting alone— horny and wet for him! you squeal seeing him and hop on the couch next to him to welcome him home and ask about his day. You were to busy yapping about what you did this day that you didn’t hear his annoyed sigh. He gets up to walk away from you but you follow him like a lost dog still going on and on about your day..’god do you ever shut up?’ is the look al-haitham has on his face but of course you can’t see it cause you’re on his ass like a tail just talking away.

in the bedroom he sits down..stressed and annoyed but god don’t you look sexy sitting up under him. You’re showing him whatever item you got/made— he’s not looking at the item tho..he’s looking at your frame; cute and petite. He loves you’re plushy belly if you have one, loves your tits big or small or none. you’re still standing up showing him whatever you had in your hands and as you’re giving him a show of it—

“oh! i hope it didn’t break..” it falls. then rolls under the bed. Perfect time to get on your knees right? you get on your knees as you put your ass in the air; arm under the bed reaching for your object. Al-haitham can’t stop staring at your fat and juicy ass, well— you are on display for him. He pulls a hand from out his pocket and grips your ass so hard with a slap surely to leave a mark and a stinging sensation. This caught you by surprise and you bump your head under the bed. “shit..al-haitham!” you say squeamishly

you squeeze your legs shut as he places your fat pussy lips between his index and middle finger. Gradually squeezing it— this was new! but it felt weirdly good. as you pull yourself from up under the bed: he’s quick to grab you by your face— both of his big and veiny hands on either side of your face as he positioned you between his opened legs. As you were beginning to protest—

“shh..” he calmly shushes you with his dark and lustful eyes as he places his thumb across your lips looking at it. He moves his hands away from your face to undo his pants as his thick, long cock springs free from its compressed hold in his pants. you were bewildered by this— the look on your face and the sight of his own cock made him leak from his swollen nd neglected tip even more. You put your hands on his legs signaling you were ready to take his dick in your pretty mouth. He teases you and himself by rubbing the tip of cock on your plump lips..placing his tip underneath your top lip. It was erotic and hyper sexual scene that was surely to make his bust all over your face and make you leak through your pants like busted water pipe.

slowly he inches his hand to your shirt— he lifts it up over your tits to reveal your already hardened fat nipples. You were so needy to have his cock inside your mouth that you begin playing with your own nipples. He’s letting you know he’s ready for you to swallow him whole after he’s giving you wet cock slaps to your face letting the precum get wherever it pleases; oblivious as always but now you know what he wanted so you opened your mouth and in goes his cock as he forcefully and quickly pushed it down your throat making you let out a chocked gagged as your squeezed your eyes shut.

his hands are squeezed tight around your head as he starts face-fucking you on the edge of the bed. your knees are forming carpet burns and getting ashy/red as he face-fucks you into the carpet with your only support being your weak knees. Your titties our bouncing up and practically bouncing everywhere with the way he’s ruthlessly fucking your face. Saliva and tears are collecting and dribbling down your face down to your tittes as the cold air mixed with wet translucent liquid meets with your swolllen nd rock hard nipples that you don’t even bother to touch with anymore. Al-haitham bites his lips as he looks down at your face: eyes cocked..you look cross eyed with his cock in your throat! one eye is straight whike the other one is looking the other way. I swear i’d pleasure wasn’t taking over al-haithams senses and if his dick was rammed down your throat: you two would be laughing like hell.

“shh, baby— no more talking” is the response to all your gurgling and choking sounds as you try to breath out your nose— but unbelievably..you have snot bubbles popping here and there!! it doesn’t take long for the bubbly sensation fills al-haithams balls and cock! one minute he’s standing up: face fucking you and humping your face like a wild animal or a horny teen trying to impregnate his pillow- next he’s shooting white, thick nd creamy sheets of cum in your eyes, on your nose, mouth, even in your hair and on those sorry..neglected..pretty titties of yours as you oh so desperately try to catch your breath!!

the still air is broken by your quivering moans and hard breaths followed by the wet slaps of his softening cock.

itto

the arataki gang member isn’t always so short tempered. yeah he gets mad here and there but something would have to really angered him to come home to his lover: sitting there pretty waiting for her pretty fat peachy pussy to be domesticated by her half demon boyfriend.

you were on the bed, rubbing circles on your prodding clit and occasionally slipping a finger or two inside your hole; wishing your fingers were ittos thick oni cock but your small finger can’t compare to his big width— can’t even wrap one hand around his cock. As you were playing with your pussy you saw a glimpse of a figure standing in your doorway to your bedroom. it took you minute to realize; thinking it was a robbery: you quickly grabbed the sheets to cover yourself but it was none other than itto. sometimes itto is like that: spontaneous and out of pocket.

which is why he has your ass up in the air; cheeks spread open like butterfly wings. He doesn’t tease you but doesn’t warn you when he slips his monster cock in your tight pussy. No matter how many times or how long you’ve fucked him: you’re always tight and your swoll pussy lips grip his cock snuggly as he’s ramming deep and hard enough to reach directly pass your cervix and into your womb..but that’s unrealistic right? you can only cover 3 inches of his cock..maybe 4 if your pussy is feeling extra silly.

his thrust start out slow and gradually get faster and deeper as the curve of his cock kisses the spot that has you screaming and babbling like a baby out of pure ecstasy. The ridges in his cock form and fit together with the ridges inside your pussy like puzzle pieces; feel like his thrusts are personal like he’s trying to fit his tip in your cervix so it can go in your womb. He pulls your hair and..your pussy farts! you let out a wet queef when he pulls your hair and wraps it around his fist like a lasso. This drives him the extra mile and he uses both his hands to yank your hair as his support is his legs as his big, chunky and hunk breeder balls bitch slap your pussy with every thrust he does.

itto feels himself about to come so he quickly pulls out leaving the cold air to bully your wet hole as his stiff, pulsating cock hovers over your tight asshole looking devourable for him. He gets on his knees and pulls your rear end to his face as he begans to attack your asshole with his thick tongue occasionally swiping it over your pussy. He’s eating your ass and finger it— preparing it for the stretch of its life. When he felt like your asshole was wet and ready to take his hunk cock: he got up leaving a hard slap to your ass as you screamed into the sheets a little from the pain. he positions his cock right on the entrance of your asshole and slaps his wet tip on it as he smears his precum on it and slowly enters as you slowly scream and move under his touch in pain from the extreme stretch you’re feeling.

the wait for your tight hole to get used to his girth felt agonizing and forever as the pain slowly turned into pleasure. you start moving yourself on his cock and he let you do what you please as you rode out your high on his cock with a creamy ring from his cock smearing on your asshole. Once you came it was his turn to finish— inside you. He ruthlessly rammed his above average cock inside your tight asshole! even tho it started to hurt a bit it only felt fair for the both of you to come <3

as the ruthlessness rammings and thrustings started to get sloppy with his swollen ballsacks dangling— he started to empty them inside your asshole to fill you up like a jelly donut 🍩 he pushed his cock deeper in your ass but you pressed your hand agaisnt his stomach to put him to a halt since you couldn’t take anymore. His once was 7 inch cock is now 5 inches too soft..:( but at least you were the reason why :).

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ohtobeleah · 1 year ago

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Eeep!! Yes! So excited for an Iris update! We’ve been waiting!

Let’s call this the mid season kick starter shall we? It’s been a hot minute but let’s get back into this series.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Jake Seresin x Younger F!reader. High tensions. Self doubting reader.

-> Read the rest of I.R.I.S here

There’s a lot of things that rattle around in Mickey Garcia's head during the day. He sometimes catches himself thinking about if he checked the expiration date on his milk before he made his morning coffee. Sometimes he catches himself thinking that he should call his Abuela on his lunch hour just to check in. There’s times where he finds himself daydreaming about being off on vacation and not teaching a class on weapons systems malfunctions, specifically deadeyes and how to combat them in a mid air raid.

He can usually reel in his mind when it starts to wander off. But the thought of Jake and you being a couple had him so distracted that it’s Bob's voice that’s breaking through the haze of incredibly concerning R rated imagery that’s been clogging Fanboys imagination for the better half of ten minutes. Nothing else seems to break the trance.

“You okay Mick? You’ve been grading the same paper for like ten minutes.” Bob asked quietly as they sat in the rec room. Grading the last of the papers they’d been assigned to go over. “You look a little green around the grills.” Mickey doesn’t hesitate to ask his best friend if he knew what was going on. Fanboy didn’t ask to be subjected to this kind of abuse. He didn’t wanna fucking know about Jake Seresins latest conquest and he surely didn’t want to know it was Pete Mitchell’s only daughter.

“Did you know that Hangman was seeing someone?” Two fucking days. “Y/n.” That’s how long Mickey Garcia kept the secret that Rooster had accidentally let slip. Bob's eyes lit up like he’d just been told the world's most unbelievable story. “Like, that’s not supposed to happen right? Jake doesn’t do commitment.” Bob felt like he’d entered a paradox where Jake Seresin was capable of love, but then he remained that you were who you were.

“Fuck!” Bob didn’t want to intrude, he really didn’t. “Jake!” But he needed to change his undershirt something chronic. It was the hottest day on record by far and Bob had been up flying with the new recruits all morning. The ones who flew with back seaters that was. Turns out? The closer you get to the sun in a multimillion dollar tin bird the hotter it gets and Bob was not dealing with it. At all.

“Oh my god you feel so fucking good—“ Bob couldn’t see it, which was probably a good thing, but Jake had your legs wrapped around his very naked, very wet hips as he fucked you against the rules of one of the few showers in the men’s line clears room. “So fucking good for me aren’t you?”

“I’m gonna be sick—“ Bob mumbled to himself as he shook his head and took his shirt off. He peeled the black cotton T up over his head and threw it into his locker with a huff. Here he was, slaving away in the damn heat all the while Hangman was getting his dick wet with some unknown tail. “Hey! Hangman! Get the hell out here before I report you for misconduct!”

Jake stilled himself inside you, god he was so close. But as you looked at him with lustful, seductive eyes that had a chokehold on his ability to think rationally—he cupped a large slightly rough palm over your mouth so he knew for sure you couldn’t try anything.

“You wouldn’t?” Jake countered Bob's threat as he slowly but surely rocked himself deep inside you.

“Try me—“ Bob hissed as he changed out his undershirt. “I’ve been busted my ass all morning and you're in here with some girl busting a nut?” Silence fell in the men’s locker room as Bob and Jake fell into a standoff. All that could be heard was the running water gushing from the shower head. Bob broke the silence with another threat. “I’m about five seconds away from peering over the top of the door to see who’s decided you’re worth catching a venereal disease from.”

Again, silence fell in the locker room as Hake slipped out of you and placed you down. He made sure your feet were steady on the ground before he let you go, before he took his hand away from your mouth and pinched your hardened nipples.

“I’m clean!” Jake shouted as you let out a small audible moan that made Jake's cock twitch with need and desire. “And that’s a little perverted of you Floyd.”

“Shocking.” Bob couldn’t help but to roll his eyes. “Hurry up, before I change my mind!” Jake planted one final kiss upon your lips before he was leaving you in the shower stall with a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“Jake doesn’t do love Mick.” Bob wanted to throw up at the thought of it being you in the shower. “But apparently does Captains daughters just for the thrill of it.”

“Who does captain's daughters?” Phoenix made her presence known as she flopped down on the nearby couch. Her and Rooster were just coming in from a hop. The look on Bradleys face told her everything she needed to know, there was gossip and gossip would be shared because she didn’t know about it. “Oh my god, spill the beans—“ Fanboy and Bob are tight lipped as they go back to grading papers. Rooster chooses to look anywhere but a Phoenix as she begins her investigation. “Who’s doing Mavs daughter?”

“No one!” Bradley tries to steer Phoenix away from Jake’s trail. He’s in too deep to watch this all collapse now.

“Is it Rebound?” When Phoenix started throwing callsigns up and into the wind it had Mickey bursting at the seams. He can’t keep a secret to save his soul. It was actually quite shocking he hasn’t been pulled for a disciplinary hearing this far along in his career. His Abuela definitely knew about a handful of highly classified documents. “Krod?”

“It’s Hangman—“ Silence had never been so loud before as Phoenix turned to Fanboy with a glare so full of concern it made his stomach ache. Bradley had, in that very moment, already begun planning his funeral. This couldn’t get any worse. “It’s Jake, he’s apparently dating Iris.”

“Says who!” Natasha’s eyes were wide and full of an inability to believe this wasn’t some kind of cheese nightmare. “Who would start such a ridiculous rumour Mickey?” Rooster tried to hightail it out of the rec room before Mickey could throw him under the bus, but it was to no avail. Fanboy was saying his name faster than Phoenix could turn around and grab at his flight suit. Which she aultimanty did.

“Rooster—“

“It’s not a rumour!” That was all Bradley’s defense relied upon. The fact that none of this was a rumour. That you and Jake were actually grounded in facts. “They’ve been messing around since the weekend before the new recruits started!” If there was one person Bradley Bradshaw was scared of besides Maverick when he found out just who’d been doing his daughter, it was Natasha Trance. She was a no bullshit type. And this? This was all a bunch of bullshit, wasn’t it. “I swear!”

“Bradshaw, Hangmans a hell of a lot of things but he wouldn’t do that?” The rec room fell silent, who was Phoenix trying to kid? She’d known Jake Seresin for as long as she’d been in the Navy and his moral code fluctuated between semi realistic to none existent any given day of the week. “Would he?”

“He would and he is and they’re together Nix.” Bradley ran the palms of his hands down his exhausted face. “But I’m glad you have to share this burdening secret too.”

“Where is he?” Bradley knew exactly where Jake was. He was off with you, in secret, because that’s all Jake did these days—he just hid away with his burdening secret as the hands of inevitability slowly wrapped around his neck. “Bradshaw where, is, he?”

“He’s with Iris—“

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All the while Natasha was losing her mind of the new revelations that had come to light about Hangman's newest conquest, you and Jake could be found in the back seat of Jake F-150. Eating your lunch in the peaceful tranquillity of your small little bubble.

“What’s your favourite movie?” Jakes asking through a mouthful of his sandwich he brought from home. Turkey and Swiss, simple with a little mayonnaise for moisture. He watches the way you mull his question over carefully from beside him.

“Dodgeball—“ Something about this feels so different than what the two of you normally get up to. “With Ben Stiller and Vince Vaughn.” Usually by now you and Jake would have torn off articles of each other’s clothing and been sucking on each other tongues. “Or maybe it’s a tie with Benchwarmers.” But this felt more intimate than anything the two of you had ever done. “David Spade is my dad’s favourite actor so I grew up watching a lot of his stuff.” Right now there was no one else on earth, it was just you and Jake and your lunches.

“Huh—“ Jake chuckled softly to himself as he took in your honest answers. “I thought you would have been more of a mission impossible type of person.” Jake never would have picked you for a comedy lover all things considered. You were a force to be reckoned with.

“What about you?” You and Jake had gone exclusive, you weren’t fucking anyone else and he sure as hell wasn’t entertaining anyone who wasn’t Pete Mitchell’s incredibly seductive daughter—who, quiet frankly, would be the death of him. “What’s your favourite movie? Lieutenant Commander Seresin.” Jake's cock twitched in his boxer briefs at the way you said his name. You knew you had a power over him. “What’s wrong?” It was your favourite game to play, to see how hard you could get Jake before he broke.

“Rain Man—“ Jake shook his head as he tried his best to will away the x-rated images of you naked in his bed as you looked at him with lustful eyes. “That’s my favourite movie.” He tried to not give into the temptation that was you and all your temptress ways.

“And what about your favourite colour?” You asked innocently enough as you moved a little closer to where Jake sat, nudging his knee with yours. “Blue? Green?”

“Whatever colour your eyes are at any time of the day.” Jake saw black and blue that your eyes changed with emotion. That they changed in any given light, under the stars, in the sky behind your visor, underneath him when he had you quivering. He loved your eyes. Your eyes were the windows that guarded your soul. A misguided and misunderstood soul that was forever living in the shadow of her father.

“Friday night in or out?” You tried to hide the way Jake's unashamed flirting affected you but it was all too hard to keep under wraps when he had you grinning ear to ear with a heart that was pounding against your chest.

“I’m inclined to say in—“ Jake's eyes scanned you up and down as he watched you move up onto his lap. You’d gone from sitting casually beside him enjoying your lunch together to straddling his waist. “More specifically in you, but I do enjoy a Friday night out.” You could feel how hard Jake was, his slacks didn’t do much to hide the fact. “When’s it’s my turn to ask a question again?” Jake asked as you raked your fingers through his hair. Scratching softly at his scalp the way you already knew he liked.

“Ask away Lieutenant Commander—“ You near moaned as you rocked your hips down against Jake's hardened length. His hands flew to your flight suit clad hips. Stilling you before you could be anymore of a fucking tease.

“Have you ever lost an hour of sleep in your life?” Jake's eyes darkened as lust bubbled away inside his chest. Your answer was nearly too quick for even him. It took his breath away for a second.

“Many baby—and I’m prepared to lose a few more with you—“ You teased as you leaned in to take Jake's lips hostage with your own in a feverish kiss. “Fuck I want you.”

“Stay over tonight?” Jake spoke with intent into your mouth as his tongue danced with yours. Your hands fumbled at the buttons of his tan service shirt, slowly but surely undoing them one by one to expose his chest. Littered with chest hair that made you feral.

“I want you now, can’t wait—“ Oh no. This was risky. Jake turned his head to the left to look out the window. His car was parked at the back of staff parking. There wasn’t a soul in sight. His windows were tinted just slightly but not enough to hide an identity. “Jake—“

“We shouldn’t—“ It barely came out as you kissed up and down the juncture of Jake's exposed neck. He was still looking around the car park to see if anyone was nearby. “Iris.”

“I have a hop after lunch with dad.” You began to explain as you sucked very noticeable, very sexual marking into Jake's supple neck. “Wouldn’t it be so hot if I was dripping your cum out of my freshly fucked pussy all the while Mav tries his best to keep me in check?”

“Ohh fuck—“ You we’re going to be the death of Jake Seresin. “You’re gonna send me straight to hell, aren’t you baby?” Jake finally gave in as he turned to take your lips hostage again in a lustful needy kiss. “Gotta be quick though.”

“I only need a few minutes.” You teased through a giddy smirk that told Jake he was in for it. You worked quickly to rid yourself of your flight suit, balling it up before you haphazardly threw it into the passenger seat of Jake truck. “And yeah, the minute you spilled that drink on me your ticket to hell was signed, sealed and delivered.”

It didn’t take long before you were sinking low onto Jake's thick, throbbing cock. His hands were working to guide you up and down his length as you rode him the best you could in the backseat of his truck.

“Oh fuck you feel so good—“ Pure ecstasy, that’s what Jake felt whenever he was inside you. So tight, so warm, so wet, so perfect. “Ahhh—fuck Iris.”

It was true, your callsign had been given to you because you were just one of those people who needed supervision at all times. But the more Jake hung around with you, the more he snuck around with you behind everyone’s backs, behind your fathers back? It was beginning to look like you’d become an expert at evading that ever so important supervision. Because here you were, fucking Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin like he was your personal play thing in the backseat of his truck like there wasn’t a single consequence to your actions.

“Want you to cum inside me.” You moaned as you leaned forward to rest your forehead on Jake’s broad shoulder. “Fill me up so I can make a mess, walk around for the rest of the day full of you.”

“You’ve got daddy issues—“ Jake groaned as he wrapped his arms around you and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Complying with your request. “You know that right?”

“You’re gonna have daddy issues when he finds out your fucking his little girl, filling her with your cum, treating her like a little fuck toy.” You battered your eyes and sent Jake an oh so innocent look as he fucked up deep inside you. It didn’t take long at all for you to crack and change the expression on your face to more appropriately convey the utter euphoria you were experiencing. “Ahhhhh fuck yes you feel so fucking good!”

“Do I?” Jake asked through a groan. “Do I feel good fucking you?”

“So good! I need to cum, make me cum! Please—“ In the heat of the moment, neither of you saw an irate Phoenix bounding over towards Jake's slightly rocking F-180 series with a soon to be skinned alive Bradley Bradshaw trailing behind her.

“Nix! Just—slow down for a minute!” Bradley tried to get Natasha off Jake's back but his efforts had been to no avail. She wasn’t okay with this. This wasn’t morally correct, wasn’t remotely right. You were Mavs' daughter. His only daughter.

“He’s in there with her isn’t he?” Phoenix asked as she approached Jake's car close enough to see the outline of two people clearly getting it on. The sun was beaming in at just the right angle to blind her from seeing you clearly. “He’s got to be fucking insane!”

“It’s Hangman Tash! Why does any of this surprise you in any way!” Rooster tried to once again aid in Jake's defence. “He’s never had a moral code.” Just as Bradley finished his sentence Phoenix was reaching out to pull open the door. “No! No, don't do that!—“ It was too late.

There you were, exposed and just about to reach your peak when all of a sudden the door was being torn off its hinges. There she stood, Natasha Phoenix Trance, staring at you like you were some sort of succubus.

“Lieutenant Mitchell I’m going to give you to the count of five to get out of the truck and change back into your uniform.”

“Phoenix!” Jake gasped as you scurried off of Jake's lap. He worked just as quickly to tuck himself back into his slacks as Rooster looked up to the sky above, he didn’t need to see this. “What the hell are you doing!?”

“What the hell am I doing?” Phoenix replied. “What the hell are you doing Jake, Jesus fucking Christ she’s half you’d god damn age!”

“I actually don’t think it’s that big of an age gap.” Rooster was trying his best to keep this whole situation from imploding before his very eyes. He wasn’t doing a very good job.

“She’s Mavs daughter!” Phoenix squared her shoulders as Jake got out of his truck and shut the door behind him, leaving you since to get dressed in some privacy. “Are you insane!?”

“She's not just Mavs daughter to me!” Jake explained as rage bubbled to the surface, he was so pissed. “She’s Iris, she’s her own person.”

“Jake—“ Phoenix sighed in utter disbelief. “You have done a hell of a lot of stupid shit in the time I’ve known you, but this? Messing around with Pete’s daughter has got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” You couldn't deny that Phoenix wasn’t right as you zipped up your flight suit and sat just to listen to the fight happening outside the door. “She’s your student! You can’t take advantage of her like this! Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if Mav found out?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” Jake replied sternly as he looked at Rooster who tried to not look so guilty. “Who the fuck else knows Bradshaw?”

“Bob and Fanboy.”

“The WSO’s!” Jake sighed as he held the bridge of his nose and placed a hand on his hip. “Jesus Christ—“ You couldn’t help but to feel like this was your fault, the tension between Jake and his colleagues and friends.

“You need to pull your head out of your own ass and stop whatever you think this is Jake.” Phoenix sighed. “You could lose everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve because of her.” Phoenix was right, you knew she was. There was a pain in your chest you’d never experienced before as you held back tears. The same eyes that had just been looking at Jake with lust and want were now murky with guilt and heartbreak.

It’s always just fun and games until someone gets hurt.

“You don’t know that.” Jake tried to defend his actions. “Look, I’m not just messing around with her.” It was time to fess up. “I actually really like—“

“Don’t.” Phoenix interrupted. “Don’t say you’re in love with her because that would make me sick, she’s a kid!”

“She’s not.” Bradley cringed. “She’s not a kid Tash, she's an adult, come on, this isn’t that big of a deal when you look at it from all the angels.”

“You’re just trying to save yourself from the blowout of what Mavs gonna do when he finds out!” Phoenix snapped at Rooster. He didn’t have anything else to say as he pressed his lips together in a tight line.

“I’m serious about her.” Jake ended his argument at that. “You don’t understand that? That’s not my problem Natasha.” Jake turned on his heels as he opened the door of his truck. “C’mon Iris, let’s—Iris?”

You’d snuck out the other side around the part of the argument where Phoenix, well within her own right as a concerned friend, brought up the fact you were Mavs daughter. Around the time she had asked if Jake had stopped to think about the repercussions of his actions.

“Y/n?” Jake looked around the cap and saw the slightly ajar door. You were gone. “For fuck sake.” This was all your fault. You weren’t good enough for Jake and you knew that. You knew that the two of you would never really work and yet here you were, rushing back to the locker room before anyone could see you burn in.

But you just couldn’t catch a break.

“Holy shit what happened to you?” Rebound asked as he saw you making your way through the corridor.

“Just finished fucking your mother, she said to tell you that you’re gonna have to change your diaper soon—“ You were immediately on the defense as he walked beside you. Doing his best to keep up as you fixed your hair and wiped your face clean of the few tears you’d begun to shed. “Seriously, it's been three days.”

“Are you gonna be good for our flight course?” He asked as you pushed the doors open to the female change room. Gender was an artificial construct apparently because Rebound pained no mind to the little back symbol on the door. “Because I’m stuck with you and your shitty attitude so you better not cost me any seconds on that timer.”

“The only thing that’s gonna cost you time, Coen, is the fact you can’t fly for shit.”

“Guess we’ll just have to see about that huh?” Rebound pressed his tongue inside the side of his cheek and he crossed his arms across his chest and stood tall, watching as you fixed yourself up over the sink. Splashing water in your face. “Don’t think I don’t know how you wheeled your way back into the program.” He scoffed, you tried your best to ignore the trajectory this was going. But if history were to repeat itself it would be right about now. “Must be nice having dear old dad around to boost your ego and blow smoke up that pretty little ass of yours.”

“Is that really all you think of me?” You snapped. “That I’m just some Nepo baby that’s never worked hard a day in her life?” You asked as you stalked over to where Rebound stood. He was about to cop what you couldn’t say to Phoenix without being reported to the admirals. “Or do I just intimidate you so much that that’s what you have to tell yourself I am so that fact I’m ten times better than you at everything I do? strings a little fucking less?”

“Don’t fuck with me Iris because it’ll be the last thing you do.” Coen Rebound Rhodes was built like a shit brick house. He was rugged and broad and six foot something. Yet his structure didn’t scare you. Not for a second.

“I only fuck with people I envy—“ You snarled. “And there isn’t an ounce of you or your pathetic fucking waist of military funding ass that I envy.” Rebound could still see the hurt in your eyes, the tears that threatened to spill. He’d never seen you so angry before, so hurt. This wasn’t even about him. “So get off my dick and focus on how you’re gonna have my back up there so we can get this TopGun bullshit over and done with.”

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By the time Jake had finally managed to find you after you’d snuck out of his truck, a full hour had already passed. He was back in his office—pacing back and forth putting tracks in his carpet because he was so out of his mind worrying about you.

“They have a hop in forty five—“ Bradley reminded Jake as he sat in one of the chairs near Jake's Desk. “She’ll turn up eventually.”

“I’m worried about her—“

“It’s Iris we’re talking about here, not much seems to phase her.” What Bradley didn’t know was that something did phase you, something big. Jake knew you hated being compared to your dad. He knew it really got in your head when people made it abundantly clear who they thought you were.

Just Mavs daughter wasn’t good enough for you, but it sure as hell played on your mind.

“Phoenix was a little outta line, but she’s only looking out for you man.” Bradley sighed, he didn’t know what his role in all of this was supposed to be. “Someone has to, because I’m starting to think you don’t have a fucking clue what you’re doing.” Jake was too busy looking out the little window in his door to be listening to whatever Rooster was saying. And it was a good thing he was too because there you were, walking down the corridor with your helmet in hand.

Jake opened his door without a second of hesitation and stepped out into the hall. He noticed the way you froze like you weren’t sure if he was going to yell at you or barrel you over in a hug so forceful it would send you to the ground.

“Iris, can I see you for a minute?” It sounded more professional than personal and you knew it was because Mayhem was just rounding the corner.

“Sure can, Lieutenant Commander.” You smiled as you entered the room and rolled your eyes as soon as you saw Bradley. The second the door was closed you let him have it. “You been running your fucking mouth to everyone about us or?”

“Hey! Don’t get snarky with me. I've been putting out fires on your behalf since you got here!”

“Enough—“ Jake sighed as he came to stand before you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and watched as you looked up at him. “You okay?”

“Just peachy.” You forced a smile. “I have a hop with Rebound, need to get to pre-flight checks.” It was obvious you were trying to run, so Jake kept you still with his hands on your shoulders. “I’m fine.” You wanted to wait until after work to do it, but Jake wouldn’t let up.

“I don’t believe you.” Jake countered as he tried to read your face, something was brewing behind those eyes he loved so dearly. “I’m sorry about what happened before, I’ll talk to Phoenix and—“ So you just ripped the Band-Aid off as quickly and as efficiently as you could.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we keep doing whatever this is.” You interrupted and Bradley’s jaw hit the ground. That was the most sense he’d heard all day. “Phoenix was right, I’m not good for you or your career Jake.”

“Y/n—?” Jake thought he was going into cardiac arrest with the amount his heart hurt inside his chest. “Don’t say that, come on I know we’ve joke about it but—“

“No, no, listen to me.” You shook yourself from Jake’s hold and stepped back against the doorframe. “It was fun while it lasted, right? No harm no foul? You had your fun and I had mine and we both get to walk away with your careers intact and dad doesn’t find out.”

“Iris, we can sort through this—Phoenix just needs time to process us.”

“I don’t want to be with you Jake what are you fucking getting right now?” The switch up was night and day between what you were saying now to what you had been like in the car now an hour prior. “I’m not good for you!” Usually it was Jake hearing that he wasn’t good enough for others. “I’m not going to fuck you’re life up for a good root either, so just—let’s just cut our losses before shit hits the fan.”

“No stop—we’re not doing this okay.” Jake held the bridge of his nose as tears fell from your eyes. Bradley had never seen you so distraught before. Holy shit, maybe you actually really like Jake? “Let me figure this out.”

“I have a hop.” Was all you said as you shook your head. “Lieutenant Commander.” Before Jake knew what had hit him you were gone. You’d opened and closed the door to his office and that was it. You were just gone.

Had the love of Jake's life just walked out after breaking up with him? Is that what just happened?

“I feel like I’m living in an episode of the twilight zone—“ Bradley sighed out as he flung his head back. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna try and fight her decision to end whatever the two of you are?”

Jake still stood where you’d left him, if he closed his eyes he could still smell the notes of your favourite perfume encompassing him.

“I have to.” Was all Jake said. Rooster groaned in defeat. This was an internal fucking hell.

“Why man? To me this seems like a pretty good get out of jail free card.” But Bradley didn’t understand, no one understood. For the first time in Jake Seresins life he actually cared about someone. He actually cared about wanting to be with someone every day, every time of day. You were on his mind all the time for all the wrong reasons at first but now? You were just on his mind.

“Because I think I love her Rooster.”

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mikeyss1ut · 5 months ago

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could you write about Sodapop and this mf being the most hopeless romantic known to man kind. Like even one of the gang could give him a smile and he’s, like, simping for a week, or god forbid f!greaser gives him a genuine compliment and he’s like, SMITTEN

Real. This is too real because LOVES compliments.

(Also I know it’s been like a month since u requested I’m sorry😣)

Give this man a compliment and he’s BLUSHING

- “Soda, your hair looks really good today.”

“Why thank you, sweetheart🤭”

He would def return the favor too

- “I like your outfit today, baby.”

“Thank you!” You would respond with.

If someone in the gang gives him a compliment.

Also in love (not actually…. Well…)

- “Ay soda you did a good job on that car today.” Steve said

“Thank ya, man.”

He would try to act cool if someone in the gang did it. But like he’s Soda not Dally his version of cool is STILL blushing and shi.

- “Your hair looks good today, Soda.” Johnny or Dally (not Dally) or Two- bit or someone would say . And he’d just be like

“Thank you.” AND THEN GIGGLE LIKE A LITTLE GIRL

HEHEHEHE

If you give him compliments like I said he’s definitely busting a nut right then and there

- “You look handsome today.”

- “I like that flannel.”

- “You look good today. Really nice, Soda.”

- “You look pretty today, Soda.”

Any type of compliment. He’s on his knees.

- “Thank you, baby you look real pretty today too.”

In conclusion, give Soda compliment. Any type. From anyone. And he’s in love.

But especially you 🤭

(This is short I’m so sorry.)

#the outsiders #sodapop x reader #soda pop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders sodapop #soda pop Curtis x reader #soda x reader #soda Curtis #soda Curtis x reader

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theloveinc · 1 year ago

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i feel like kiri n katsuki are secret fleshlight connoisseurs <3 (they share)

HOOOOOOOOOO my god, bad, bad, nasty, naughty, bad habit.

This is so gross but you know it started in high school when they could only manage to sneak ONE sex toy into the dorms........ and sharing allowed them to keep it better hidden.

Little did they know the sharing-part would be what ended up STICKING, and that'd it almost get even worse when they started running an agency together😔😔😔😔😔😔AND EVEN WORSE WHEN THEY BOTH ENDED UP WITH A CRUSH ON little ol' YOU who pushes paperwork on the floor below them🥺

taking turns squabbling in the other's office about getting to use it when, and now, and if it had been cleaned since it's last usage (although that gets a little less frequent as time goes by. Bakugo's more picky about sloppy seconds but stopped caring as much the first time he saw that you had come in wearing something very low cut. He needed to nut over it so badly that he couldn't wait to even rinse it out with water).

AND YEAH they fight abt who gets to take it home on weekends. One of them always pulls the "just buy another one!!" argument but they're both way overly attached to the well-worn one they've had for years.

People always wonder what they're fighting over but they have their excuses down to a science.

You pop in with last week's statistics printed out all nice and in a stack and Kiri goes from trying to keep Bakugo's hands off his face with a foot to accidentally hardening and slamming his across the room.

And the only thing that stops Bakugo from blowing up the whole place is your confused face (what they were fighting over in the first place, if it was better to bust there or on your kitty)... and in unison they go, "WE WERE JUST TRAINING TOGETHER"

(you probably think they're in a strictly monogamous relationship for the next six months after that and they're confused as to why you always shy away when they get a little too friendly.... and yeah, when you're dating they still refuse to get rid of that damn fleshlight lmfaooo)

#bakugo #kirishima #LMFAOOOOOO THEY'RE SO WEIRD #im pro kiribaku but it's so funny to think ur like 'these men are gay asf' LMFAOOOO not realizing they're fighting over *you*#but lowkey if we get into it i wanna say they are in like. a gay situation they just havent established yet and probably never wouldve #but then u appeared and it all ended up well when you were like 'oh." and ur okay with both of them #LOOOL #anyway #hope this was alright!! this made me think of that one coconut reddit post #i love that fl*shlight is NASTYYYY #caitie things #gen #anon

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Jizz Fingers║ ⓞⓝⓔⓢⓗⓞⓣⓢ

|| ꂵꍏꀤꈤ ꂵꍏꌗ꓄ꍟꋪ꒒ꀤꌗ꓄ || | PAIRING(s): alien!Joel x reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.2k | CONTENT: This is a crackfic. Joel is not Joel. He’s an alien that can shapeshift and isn’t into the splorgimums on their own planet. He wants to nut in you with his creampie fingers. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s not supposed to be anything but fun and sexy and silly. It’s meta. It’s tongue-in-cheek. It’s self-indulgent. If you’re not into that kinda thing then idk what to tell ya, bud.

| SYNOPSIS: u get creampied by a dick finger alien Joel Miller.

The sonorous silver ship glided above you before descending gently into a large clearing in the field ahead. Bright light flooded your vision as a hidden door pushed away from the spacecraft and revealed an occupant.

It appeared to have an amorphous, fluid corporeal form, but no matter the shape it always remained an off-white greenish gray color. Six large onyx orbs were situated near the top of the form. You assumed they must be eyes or some other sort of organ. When the greenish grey flaps snapped together and apart a few times in quick succession, you realized they were in fact lidded eyes.

A warbled voice sounded inside your mind. “Do not be afraid. I come in peace, and I stand before you with no intention of harming you.”

You realize the creature is speaking to you through your own mind.

You should be afraid, but instead you’re just fascinated and exhilarated. You aren’t sure why they’d say the same thing twice, though, just in a slightly different way. You also aren’t sure if you should respond in your head, out loud, or at all.

“That’s kinda a weird thing to say. Like, you said it twice,” you point out, speaking loudly and clearly enough that the creature can hear you.

At least, you think they can hear you. You don’t see any ears. Then again, they possess the capability of telepathic speech, and there must be some equivalent to hearing for that. You try to think what that is called or what that might be called when the creature shifts back and forth but still doesn’t approach.

“Those were two separate statements,” the voice in your mind contends firmly.

“Huh?” you ask. You’re sure you sound dumb, but you were never really going to be a match for a higher level intelligent being anyways.

“When I bust, it is peaceful for every being involved. I also greet you with good intentions,” the voice patiently clarifies.

Suddenly you are standing no more than arm’s length away from the being. “I saved your achilles the trouble,” the voice in your mind said, as if it was some huge favor.

“My achilles is fine,” you grumble awkwardly. “I know I should hit leg day more, but sometimes it’s just so–”

“Our sex organs are complimentary,” the voice interrupts. “We could perform the Divine Dance, if you’d like.”

You wanted to ask why they had to come all the way to Earth just to get laid, but you think better of it.

“The splorgimums on my planet just don’t get me,” the voice explains. You realize you said your thought aloud.

“Oh. Uh, okay. S-Sorry about that. I, uh, didn’t mean to offen–”

The creature waves a gelatinous blob arm dismissively. “No offense taken. You’re not like other splorgimums. I can tell. You’re different,” it assures you.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks. “Oh. Well, uh–” an awkward giggle “—thank you. But I’m not really that special, here on Earth I mean. There are other women who are wayyyyyy more attractive. Oh! I know! You should try driving by Doja Cat’s house because oh my god she is so. fucking. fine. Like, if I had her in that I’m A Cow Bitch Moo costume for 5 minutes I’d—”

“No. No Doja Kitties. Only you.”

You shrug and accept their obsession with you.

“Okay. So now what? I don’t know where your Divine Dance hole is, and your floating blobs are sort of freaking me out,” you admit.

You keep tabs on the hovering goops that orbit the creature. They remind you of the time you tried to make Key Lime Jello Shots for your uncle’s cousin’s dog’s recital but added too much vodka.

“I can take the form of something pleasing to you. An earth male, perhaps? The female of your species is more difficult to capture as they are far superior.”

“So fuckin’ true,” you agree. “But, hhmmmm, a male specimen? I mean, I hate all men, but Pedro Pascal seems pretty decent. Maybe you could turn into Joel Miller? You know, from The Last of Us?”

The creature nods — you think it’s a nod — and transforms into Joel. Game Joel.

“Oh, uh, look, Pixel Daddy is fine as hell, especially in part 2, but I meant the HBO adaptation of the game. Please,” you correct.

“How’s this?” Pedro’s version of Joel’s voice asks aloud.

Your pussy bottoms out. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

You disrobe completely as you enter the spacecraft.

“I set it to 72º Fahrenheit. Is that a suitable climate for your meat suit?” Joel asks.

“Yeah, that’s perfect. Mr. Alien, could you, like, put more of the twang into his voice? And use words like he does? Like, how he sounds on the show? You know what, let’s watch a few clips to get it right.”

You pull up your account on your phone, but it takes you a minute to find it because you forgot they changed it from HBO Max Go to just Max. “So fuckin’ stupid. Purple is a better color than blue anyway,” you mumble to yourself as you pull up an episode.

The galactic creature uses some magical time skip thing to binge the entire series and gets a yucky smudge of goop on your phone screen when it attempts to find season 2.

“There’s just one season? Please tell me there’s another one,” Joel implores.

“Yeah, there’s a second season, but it’s not out yet,” you inform him.

“Damn. But you said there’s two games already? So what happens in the second game?” he asks.

“You know what, we super don’t need to get into that right now. Let’s see what you’re working with,” you quickly change the subject and grab at his crotch.

He grunts in approval. “Needy lil thing, aren’t’cha? You want my cock, baby?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Did you use a time jump thing to read a whole bunch of Joel Miller smutfic on Tumblr?”

Joel blushes and scratches the back of his neck. “Eh, mighta read a few.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna be super nasty and dominant, aren’t you?” you sigh.

“Only if that’s what you want, baby. I’m a consent king,” he assures you.

“Well, alright then. I want you to rawdog me and slap my ass, okay?”

He smirks and pulls you close. “I’ll give ya what I give ya, and you just gotta take it,” he grunts into your neck as he nibbles and sucks downward.

You gasp at the sensation and grind your hips into him. “Oh fuck, Joel,” you whine. “I want you to wreck me, please!”

“Gonna fill that cunt up,” he says gruffly as he gropes your ass and breasts.

“Yes, Daddy, please!” you beg.

He pauses for a moment and looks confused.

“Oh, uh, you must not have got to those kind of fics–” you cough awkwardly “–uh, anyway. Sorry. Joel. Yes, Joel, please.”

“I can sense the vibrations of your inner sex organ when you call me that. If it is sexually gratifying to you, I wholly welcome the use of it,” the original voice says inside your mind.

“Oh wow. I love that you’re not kink shaming me. Glad you didn’t make it to that side of Tumblr,” you huff in a laugh.

Joel suddenly pins you against the wall and presses his hard, clothed cock against your bare skin. Even through the denim you can tell he’s huge. Apparently all those fic writers were right all along.

“Who’s gonna fill up that pretty cunt uh’yours, huh?” he demands as he grabs the back of your neck for leverage.

“Y-You, Daddy,” you say in an aroused tremble.

“That’s fuckin’ right. When my fat cock is inside you, I better hear you singin’ some thank you’s to Daddy for fillin’ you up so good,” he warns.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your good girl,” you promise.

He flips you around without warning and pushes your chest flush against the wall.

“Even good girls need to be reminded every once in a while what happens if they don’t listen to Daddy,” he says in a low gruff.

His clothes have magically disappeared with the help of his alien outerspace boi powers. You feel him firm against your backside before a harsh slap of his palm replaces it. You jump and yelp in pain at the surprise spanking.

“Mmmm, pretendin’ you don’t want it, but I feel you pushin’ your ass back for more,” he taunts.

You whine because he’s right. You can only imagine the derisive comments he’d make if he felt how wet you are.

He lands another three harsh swats on the same patch of skin. Tears prickle up in your eyes. “D-Daddy,” you moan.

“You gonna thank Daddy for keepin’ you in line, baby?” Another swat. It stings so much you know there must be an imprint of his hand clearly outlined by your welting red flesh.

“Thank you, Daddy!” you choke out. “Th-Thank you for k-keeping me your good girl and not letting me b-be bad, Daddy. I only wanna be good for you, Daddy!” you wail.

“That’s what I like’tuh hear, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Ask Daddy to make you into his own little cocksleeve. Ask Daddy to give you this big, fat cock.”

You whimper as he slips his length between your folds and rubs back and forth in teasing passes.

“Daddy, I want you to use my pussy. I need it so bad. Please. I just wanna be your cocksleeve. Use my holes, Daddy,” you whimper.

You barely finish your sentence when he flips you around again and lines himself up with your entrance. Apparently the alien creature was just as into this as you are because their altered form reverted back to the amorphous gray green blob. You’re way too horny to be picky about it right now, so you squeeze your eyes shut. You forgot to charge your vibrator, anyway.

Their penis was more like fingers that kinda moved around randomly. You don’t know. You’re not an astrophysicist or whoever it is that would best be knowledgeable about alien wieners.

Its spongy gray appendage felt firm and slimy as it entered you. There was some sort of phantom connection to your mouth and throat as well, the sensation of its finger-penis dragging back and forth, able to be felt in both your pussy and your mouth. It was weird, but you knew if it was Joel Miller doing it then it would somehow become totally fine and very hot.

“You’re getting too lost in the sauce,” you whine. “You’re in your true form again. Change back.”

“Mmmmm, sorry, baby,” came the familiar gravelly voice once more.

When you felt brave enough to open your eyes again, you saw those familiar Wreck-It-Ralph sausage fingers and sighed in relief. The alien had changed back to your preferred form of Joel Miller as portrayed by José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal.

As much as you wanted to stare at his face, you also wanted him to dick you down through the floorboards of the ship. You wiggle to sink down onto your hands and knees. “Wanna be wide open for you, Daddy,” you pout.

He makes an approving growling noise and scrambles behind you, shoving you downward between your shoulder blades until your face is smushed into the floor. He makes no effort to warn you before slamming his entire length into you. The impact of his wide tip against your cervix is so forceful it punches the air out of your lungs. You let out a panicked, strangled moan, suddenly unsure if you were going to be able to take this dick like a champ.

Joel grabs your hips for leverage and starts pistoning rough, deep strokes into your drenched pussy. “Gaahh–Goddamn! Fuckin’ chokin’ it, honey,” he rasps in a labored voice. “Feel so fuckin’ tight for me.”

“It’s s-so big, Daddy. I dunno if I can take it,” you cry.

“You can take it. You can take it for Daddy. Be a good girl or m'gonna hafta punish you,” he cautions. As a reminder of what that might entail, he strikes your backside so hard your entire body jerks as you let out a sob.

A high pitched moan gathers in Joel’s throat as you start to accommodate his size. “Yeah, fuckin’ like that, huh? Like when Daddy spanks you? Makes ya listen?”

“You’re so good to me, Daddy!” you sob. Your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. You listen to the hum of the engines mixing with the sounds of your drooling cunt being fed Joel’s massive cock over and over again. He grabs your wrists and pulls you upward, using your limbs like reins on a horse. You have no control over the depth of penetration in these positions, and Joel is opting for nothing less than utterly devastating your pussy.

“M’gonna give you these fingers, too, baby. Know you can take it,” he pants.

He releases your arms and lets you scramble to catch yourself before faceplanting.

“Hey! You could’ve at least–”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth and take what Daddy gives you,” he snarls.

You whine and clench around him. You feel a boogery churro type object prodding at your asshole. You turn your head quickly enough to see the creature has let Joel’s arm halfway revert back into the wiggly blobby thing.

“Did I say you could turn around?” he barks. He spanks you again with his 100% Joel hand, hard enough that you know there are pinpricks of blood beginning to seep through.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!” you scream.

You feel him now inside both holes. It’s overwhelming and amazing. The phantom throat thing is back again, and you like how you gag even with an “empty” mouth.

“Got enough for every hole you got and then some, sweetheart,” he practically slurs. He sounds completely wrecked.

You feel your lower belly heating up and quickly tightening.

“Oh my fucking god, Joel. I’m getting so close,” you gasp.

“THAT AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ NAME WHEN I’M STUFFIN’ YOU WITH MY COCK, SWEETHEART,” he grits out as he wraps his hand around the front of your throat and squeezes.

When your breaths quickly become hard to take, you know you’re going to come soon.

“I want your space juice inside me, Daddy!” you cry out, not caring if you’re breaking the illusion. You still needed to be clear and consensual in your approach to this intimate exchange, and you needed to address the weird topic of whether or not your birth control could do effective hand to hand combat with spaceboi cum.

“Our sexual organs are compatible, but our reproductive hormones and liquids are not,” the voice explained in your mind.

The Jim Carrey baby grinch was kinda cute, but you still felt better knowing you weren’t going to birth a little green gremlin alien baby. (Although you did think Victor or Clementine would be nice names.)

“Put a baby in me, Daddy! Fuck your baby into me!” you beg now that you know you can’t actually get pregnant.

“Uh, I mean, there’s just so much pregnancy fic out there,” Joel hedges carefully, still maintaining his merciless thrusts. “You don’t really wanna make this into a whole thing do you? Ya know, with the pregnancy storyline and stuff? Some users have actually said they prefer—”

“No, Joel, I’m not actually—” you interrupt in a huff “—I’m just saying it to be sexy. It sounds sexy. Besides, there’s some fic writers who basically only write creampies but none of their characters ever seem to get pregnant. It’s kinda wild. There’s a fic writer I can think of right now, actually. She loves creampies so much.”

“So she’s just really into pussy gettin’ drenched but nobody’s gotta deal with babies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal if ya ask me,” he approves.

“Yeah, I think the only pregnancy fic she has is, like, this really nasty oneshot where the reader is already pregnant and she gets double teamed by Tommy and you at the same time. Oh and she lactates. I wasn’t into it at first, but it was kinda hot. Maybe you’ve read it? The author calls herself Puddles?”

“Oh, her? That Gasoline Rainbow lady? I thought she just made memes?” He sounds surprised and impressed. He’s hitting your cervix repeatedly with such force that you feel like your vagina is going to look like somebody dropped a tray of lasagna on a pubic hair linoleum floor.

“No, she actually has, like, legit fic on there, too. She’s, like, really talented. I can’t believe she doesn’t have more followers,” you laugh incredulously.

You’re glad he doesn’t ask how you would know how many followers she has since that isn’t publicly available information. You hate it when plot holes have to be smoothed out nicely and still fit in with the story. It’s so boring and way too much work sometimes.

“Maybe stuff like alien jizz fingers is a little too much for people to–”

“Okay, this is getting too meta. Let’s just get back to you fucking me so rough I can’t walk right for an entire week, okay?”

“Hnngg, fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna wreck this cunt,” he hisses as his thrusts pick up pace.

“DADDY, I’M GONNA COME,” you cry as you start clenching and seizing around the massive circumference of his cock.

Joel lets out a guttural, choked moan as he empties inside you. You can feel it from his weird creampie fingertips, too — even the invisible one in your mouth and throat. You’re trembling, trying to keep yourself upright as Joel fucks into you through his orgasm. You lick your lips. There’s a flavor there. Is that….?

“You like Daddy’s brisket cum, sweetheart?” he grunts as his thrusts slow to a sloppy grind.

“I thought I tasted barbecue,” you muse. It was bewildering, but mostly satisfying.

“Yeah, tastes just like those Fourth of July backyard get-togethers you love in that Texas heat,” he breathes. "You runnin' around in barely anything, makin' me hafta adjust myself so your dad don't catch his best friend ogling his precious daughter."

“I’m starting to think you read more fic than you admitted to earlier,” you assert.

“I like it, darlin’,” he shrugs.

“Are you gonna follow Puddles now? Oh! Can you do a mind link thing with her and see what she’s working on next?” you implore.

Joel appears to zone out for a minute, and you take the opportunity to stare at his naked body. He looked perfect. His eyes focused again as he looked at you.

“Her waveforms are erratic and very concerning, but once I subdued a Brain Goblin inside her mind I was able to discern she is likely to be releasing some Ezra from Prospect centered fictional stories,” the voice inside your head revealed. "They are very sexually aggressive."

“Nice,” you say under your breath.

“So you gonna let me have that sweet pussy again, sweetheart?” Joel drawls.

“Yes. But I’m going to need you to familiarize yourself with Pedro’s extensive works. I’m thinking we could do some really great Mando roleplay in this spaceship,” you say with a big smile as you gesture around.

Joel smirks at you. “Don’t matter what form I take. You’re still gonna be callin’ me Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you agree with a big grin.

I hope those splorgimums understand what they lost bc that's our man now! Special thanks to Multiversed Daydreamer (Fuzz) for inspiring part of the title and @xdaddysprincessxx for the shared derangement over That Old Man™.

Undying thanks to @psychedelic-ink and @bonezone44 for writing some of my fave ~aLtErNaTiVe KiNk CoNtEnT~ and inspiring me to let my brain run wild with this crackfic.

Art in graphic includes transformed works of the Mucinex booger man.

catch ya later, ♥Puddles♥

P.S. - I counted how many times "Daddy" appears in this, and it's 29.

tagging: @wannab-urs, @gracieispunk, @milla-frenchy, @patti7dc. @lumoverheaven, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog, @toxicanonymity, @rubyfruitjungle, @huffle-punk, @jupiter-soups, @swiftispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings

#crackfic #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #tlou fic

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