#i know it's been slow but i aint stopping :)

[aria0fgold]

Veil

ATTACK! Equinox by @startagainaprologue ! I used a scene from Veil's mv as reference!

[theblackparadecomic]

PROLOGUE: THE END. DEAD! | PAGES 32 - 37

[misaerabl]

"Take it like a taker, Cause baby I'm a giver"

SHE GETS THE JOB DONE

Farmer!Ellie X F!Reader (from this prompt)

Minors and Men DNI! word count : 2.4k words

SUMMARY: after a breakup, you find yourself sulking at a town gathering, trying to dodge the relentless pity of those around you. ellie approaches with a teasing grin that cuts through your gloom. what starts with lighthearted teasing unfolds into an intimate encounter that leaves you realizing ellie makes you feel in ways no man ever has. (Inspired by The Giver by Chappell Roan)

WARNINGS/Contains Adult Language: smut with some plot, smoking weed, fucking outside, bottom r, stone top e, e calling r princess, baby, eating out (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), also idk how to write in a southern accent so pls just imagine lol

A/N: soooo, this is my first smut on this account. I've been working on this for 2 days and I'm publishing this while on the way to a resort lol. I hope you enjoy it, please inform me if I miss any warnings! ALSO THIS ISN'T PROOFREAD

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You sit alone at the table, the one you’d helped your parents set up earlier, surrounded by the dull hum of voices and clinking glasses. Everyone at the gathering knows about the breakup, and one by one, they stop by to offer their condolences, each making the sting more unbearable.

An older woman pauses beside you, clutching her chest with dramatic flair as if she could feel every ounce of your pain. You force a tight smile, but it's clear she’s milking the moment for all it's worth.

A beer bottle, half-empty, rolls toward your feet, breaking the uncomfortable tension. You nudge it away with a light kick, and it rolls until it stops at someone’s scuffed Converse. You’d recognize those shoes anywhere. You look up and meet the familiar eyes of Ellie Williams, who lives a few farms over with her parents. She’s leaning against a post, the same mischievous grin on her face that she had when you first met at Joel Miller’s farm during a community gathering your parents had dragged you to. Even then, she stood apart, a little defiant, too cool for small talk.

She raises an eyebrow, smirking. “So, third time aint the charm, huh? Don’t worry—maybe you’re just warming up for the main event.” She winks, the teasing tone in her voice pulling a real smile from you for the first time that night.

You roll your eyes, smirking back. “What? are you going to suggest I date your brother next? Cause he’s such a ‘nice guy’,” you say, making air quotes.

Ellie laughs, the sound rough and genuine. “Oh, hell no,” she says, shaking her head. “I was thinking more along the lines of gettin out of this circus. What d'ya say?”

The thought of escaping, even for just a little while, tugs at you. You nod, your smile growing.

She holds out her hand. “Come on, before someone else comes over to tell you how ‘brave’ you are.”

You hesitate for a moment, then take her hand. She leads you around the back of the house, past the clinking bottles and the laughter, until you reach the quiet of the horse stables. The night air is crisp, and it smells faintly of hay and earth. You both settle down on the cool ground, a silence stretching between you that feels oddly comforting.

Ellie pulls something from her pocket—a slim joint. She catches your raised eyebrow and grins. “What? You didn’t think I’d come empty-handed, did you? Best remedy for a breakup.”

You snort, half in amusement and half in disbelief. “Is that… weed?”

“Only the best,” she says, smirking as she lights it. She takes a slow drag before holding it out to you, eyes twinkling with challenge.

You glance at the joint, then back at her. “Don’t tell me you’ve never smoked before,” she teases, nudging it toward you.

You haven’t, but tonight feels like a night for firsts. You take it, trying to act casual, and inhale—too deeply, it turns out. You’re soon doubled over, coughing hard enough to make your eyes water.

Ellie bursts into laughter, a sound so infectious you can’t help but join in between coughs. “Okay, not quite like that,” she says, patting your back. “But hey, first time for everything, right?”

“Clearly,” you wheeze, handing it back and shaking your head as you catch your breath.

The laughter fades into a comfortable silence. Ellie flicks the joint away, watching it fizzle out on the ground. The distant stars seem brighter out here, and you find yourself staring at them until she speaks.

“You’re pretty, y’ know that?” Ellie’s voice is softer now, her gaze meeting yours. “He was an asshole, anyway.”

A short laugh escapes you, rough but sincere. “Yeah, I’m not even sad ‘bout him. I don’t know why everyone thinks I am. I hated the guy and didn’t try to hide it. Fuck he was so bad in bed like the rest of ‘em.”

She nods knowingly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “People love a good breakup story. Makes them feel included in the drama.”

You roll your eyes, the last bit of tension slipping away. “Too bad I’m not giving them the heartbreak they want.”

Ellie nudges your shoulder, the touch light but grounding. “But I do meant it,” she says, a serious edge to her tone. “You’re pretty.”

You meet her eyes, and something shifts in the quiet between you. The world around you fades out, leaving just the two of you under the stars. Without thinking, you lean in, your hand lifting to cup her cheek.

The kiss starts slow, tentative, but the moment your lips touch, a rush of warmth spreads through you, making everything else feel distant. When you pull back, the air feels charged, like you’ve stepped into something unfamiliar but right.

Ellie’s eyes widen slightly, then curve with a grin. “You like me that much already, princess?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s a softness to it, a vulnerability that wasn’t there before.

A blush warms your cheeks, and you look away with a laugh. “Maybe I do,” you admit, the words surprising you.

Ellie tilts her head, her grin shifting into something deeper, more genuine. “You know how long I’ve been wantin to make a move on you?” she whispers, her voice low, a secret just for the two of you. 

Before you can respond, she leans in, closing the distance in a heartbeat. The kiss this time isn’t hesitant or testing—it’s sure, carrying the weight of all those moments neither of you spoke of. Her hand finds the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as the world around you blurs out of focus.

There’s a rush, a quickening of everything—your heartbeat, your breath, the feeling of her lips moving against yours with a gentle urgency. It’s like all the time she’d spent holding back is now pouring into this one moment, and you match her, letting yourself fall into it.

“Fuck I can’t take it anymore princess…” Ellie pushes herself back before straddling you on the ground. She lifts your shirt and kisses your collarbone, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

You take off your shirt and toss it aside. Seeing the stupid smile Ellie had on her face when you did made your stomach whirl. She reaches behind and unhooks your bra, fully exposing yourself to her. 

You start to unbutton her shirt, she was wearing a wife beater underneath it which made you frown. 

She notices it and chuckles a bit to herself. She starts to kiss you slowly, getting lower and lower until she reaches your stomach. 

You stare at her as she starts to undo your jeans, growing more impatient, and hungrier for her touch. 

There's no describing what you're feeling right now. Being so responsive to her touch, letting out moans and groans... 

Once she had removed everything you were wearing leaving nothing but your panties, she positioned herself between your legs, staring up at you and then back to the wetness you had underneath. 

"Fuck princess," She glides her fingers over your soaking underwear, making sure to admire your body "So wet f'me already?"  

You moaned and reached for her hand which was still caressing your breasts. “Mhm… Shit” Your response made her smile. She slowly started to remove your panties, two of her fingers sliding into your wet folds. 

Her touch is gentle yet firm, as she slowly slides two fingers inside you, feeling the warmth and wetness that's been building up. She looks up at you, maintaining eye contact as she starts to move her hand, her fingers curling upward to hit that spot that makes your breath hitch.

She continues to watch you intently, her touch unyielding as she works her fingers in and out of you. "You like that, princess?" She asks, voice low. "Tell me how much you want me.”

"I want you so bad..."

Ellie's fingers continue their relentless pace, curling and stroking inside you. Her other hand comes up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple. She leans in, hot breath ghosting over your ear as she whispers, “That's it, baby, let me hear those pretty moans.”

With no warning, she flips you over onto your stomach with a strong hand on your hip. She straddles your thighs from behind, pressing her clothed body against your bare back. Her fingers never leave your slick heat as she continues to thrust and stroke, now reaching even deeper.

You feel completely overwhelmed as Ellie's fingers continue to pump in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot inside that makes your whole body tremble. Your chest is pressed against the ground, your face buried in your arms as you try to stifle your screams.

“Fuck Ellie!” Your scream muffled, barely being able to talk. 

She chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Grip the dirt, princess. Let it feel your desperation." Her fingers never stop moving, now scissoring inside you, stretching you in the most delicious way. "What's the matter, can't you take it?"

Her voice turns rougher, laced with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. "No man has ever touched you like this, have they? They couldn't, because this…” She pauses to curl her fingers inside you, chuckling against your ear at your broken cry.

She continues her relentless assault, fingers pumping faster as her palm grinds against your clit. "This is what you needed all along. To be taken, claimed, owned by someone who knows exactly how to make your body sing." Her teeth graze your shoulder. "Say it.”

"Tell me, has a man ever made you feel this good? Made you this desperate? Made you this... needy?" Her fingers curve upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you arch your back and let out a cry to the night sky.

“NO! FUCK NO!” You whimper. 

"And don't you forget it," She says, her voice low and dominating. 

You know that you wouldn't. Right in this very moment, you feel like you're seeing stars. You know that every time you touch yourself remembering this night, you'll be screaming her name.

She grins, her hand working faster "I love seeing you like this princess…" She leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper

"So responsive, so vulnerable. And all mine to play with." Her breath is hot on your neck, her voice laced with power and satisfaction. "You're going to come for me now, aren't you? With my fingers inside you, and my voice in your ear, saying you're mine.”

“Ellie- I want to see your face… Please?” 

She pauses for a moment, considering your request before nodding. "Good girl." She slowly removes her fingers from your trembling body, leaving you empty and aching for a moment before she flips you over onto your back. "Look at me, princess.”

You lock eyes with her as she brings her shiny, wet fingers to her mouth and sucks them clean. A smirk plays on her lips as she leans down between your spread thighs, her hands gripping your hips tightly. "Wrap your legs around my neck, baby.”

You do as she says, You wrap your legs tightly around her neck, holding on as she buries her face between your thighs. Her tongue dives inside you, lapping at your sensitive walls with ruthless enthusiasm. She sucks on your clit, her fingers digging into your hips as she eats you out with wild abandon.

As if reading your mind, she slides two fingers inside you once more, pumping them in rhythm with her thrusting tongue. Her mouth is merciless, her tongue flicking against you as her fingers stretch you wide. "Look at me,”

You're forced to keep eye contact with her as she devours you, her gaze burning with intensity. "I want to see the look on your face when you come. I want to see the moment you break." Her fingers curl inside you, rubbing against that spot that makes your vision blur.

Your breath hitches, and you dig into her back as your hips buck against her mouth. She growls against your flesh, the vibrations sending you hurtling towards the edge. "Ellie... please..." Your words trail off into a moan as she feels you clamp down around her fingers.

Her expression darkens, eyes locked onto yours as she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue swirls around your throbbing nub while her fingers pump in and out of you, the dual sensation becoming too much to bear. "Come for me, princess,”

Your back arches off the ground, legs shaking violently as you find your release. You scream her name, eyes wide and unblinking as you come undone. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, drowning out everything else. You hope the loud music inside was able to drown out your desperate screams.

As you shake and tremble, Ellie finally releases your hip, using her free hand to spread your pussy open wide. She looks at you with a hungry gaze, admiring the way your juices drip out of you. "Fuck, look at you," 

With a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, she lifts her head and crawls up your body to wrap you in her arms. She strokes your hair and rubs your back soothingly as you catch your breath. "Shh, you're okay, princess. I've got you.”

You nuzzle against her chest, the beating of her heart a soothing rhythm that calms your racing thoughts. The way she holds you now, tender and gentle, is a stark contrast to the intense passion from moments before. You feel cherished, protected.

You let out a content sigh, nestling closer. "I feel... satisfied. Really satisfied." You look up at her, tracing her jawline with your fingertips. "And you were right” 

Her eyes sparkle with a mix of amusement and affection, her voice low and husky. "I told you, princess. I know exactly what y’ need." She presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. "And I'm glad I could be the one to give it to you.”

She continues to hold you, the warmth of her body and the security of her embrace making you feel safe and loved in a way you never have before. "You're mine now, princess. Mine to protect, mine to care for, and mine to love.”

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[plasticfangtastic]

Dairy Girl

A Homelander X F! Reader fanfic

A/N: I am still working on my other projects but I just wanted to write something fun and light to get me back into writing. I hope y'all enjoy this short little piece, btw i aint got no kids so i have very little idea how milk banks work, this will be a 2 or 3 part story.

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

Word Count: 3K

Part 1– Heifer

Such a small box, smaller than a shoe box, just big enough to fit its contents with enough space for his ghost to move. You stared at the small box as its buried in the family plot… you never thought of visiting this place to ever bury the last shred of happiness you had left, his body was born weak, so small you wonder if you’d given birth to a child or a chick, 2 months ago you had come home to find your now ex in bed with his ex, he had turned this betrayal on its head and blamed you for it, something about your lack of desire lately, about how your pregnancy had given him amounts of pressures he'd never agreed with, talking endlessly about his needs and how much you’d ignored him.

Whoever this man was, you didn’t recognize him.

Time blurred into nothing but disconnected colors and shapes, all you know was that the stress and anguish lead to this.

A box under soil.

Days passed and in your empty apartment, surrounded by all the stuff you bought you stood in front of the sink, throwing a bottle of fresh milk down the drain feeling tremendous guilt, the doctor said you would dry out soon enough but your breast had swollen so much your bras no longer fit– even the spare ones you bought just in case they’ve grown a size too big from what you expected, you booked an appointment with your doctor hoping they could give you whatever cocktail of drugs to dry you out and save you from the pressure and pain in your chest, it had been nothing but a passing message from a worried neighbor who had stop by to give you some mail that had been sent to them by accident when she mentioned her daughter-in-law had donated her excess milk after her little one refused to latch, she gave you the name of the charity and after much thinking you gave in, you lost your baby but there was some woman out there who could end up experiencing your same grief if their baby starved to death, yours simply born too small and weak to hold your finger for very long.

It felt good, you met the women running the charity and even some of the faces of the women you helped, as you delivered your frozen packs to the women’s clinic where the charity operated, it helped you heal, it gave your pain purpose, but as the months faded behind you a part of you worried about how much you keep producing, less than before but still too much, yet you keep going knowing it would end soon enough. 

Perhaps somebody in the clinic or the charity had dropped your information to these people but you'd received some mail regarding some research trials Vought International was running and how they needed some donors to drop fresh samples, in their pamphlet they offered to pay a decent amount--your divorce had been costly plus having to move to a new place and breaking your previous lease had left your bank account quite dry, this was cheap money, you had given your milk for free, you looked at the few pouches you had collected for next week's drop you saw a wonderful opportunity to make some quick cash.

You went to the Vought Clinic and saw a few other women filling up forms, reading old magazines or dilly-dallying on their phones until some nurse called their numbers, you filled the medical form, waited less than half an hour before your number was called, brought into a small bleach scented room, the nurse read your form and told you she would take a blood sample, a doctor came in, reciting whatever script he’d been given about what this project was, giving you big words you had no interest in, this was about providing better milk formulas closer to natural milk than anything currently in the market apparently, thanking you for your donation, he looked at your form smiling as he saw your inked words.

“You're still producing 4 months after…” The doctor handed you a disinfecting wipe and a freshly steamed breast pump in a silver tray– we just need two samples, please press the alarm to let us know you’d finished, then follow Nurse Potts to the front counter to sort out your payment.”

It had been an awkward experience, but there you were 300 dollars richer, you probably should’ve read those papers a bit closer before signing but money was money and you were told to come back if you could.

You did it a couple times for 2 months, much like a man donating sperm for pocket money or plasma to pay the rent.

That was the first mistake, you headed home and woke up the morning after wishing you had stayed out for an extra hour or two, perhaps caved in to your friends pressures and tried going back to dating (after all your ex was whoring himself all across the lower east side without moral qualms) or hookups so you would had gone to a different address, maybe you should had taken a taxi instead of taking the train and walking home.

Regardless you woke in some strange empty room, the only thing beside your person was a pair of pale pink hospital gowns, grippy socks, clean underwear and a pair of thick large towels, you screamed and banged on the door for an ungodly amount of time but nobody ever came, you stayed alone in that room for what could have been 12 hours or more… maybe less… who knew it was all too much, suddenly a sharp sound cut into the silence a note had been slid under the door, you rushed to the note.

It was instructions, they wanted you wearing their clean clothes, you could not leave the room unless you did so, and as much as you hated the idea, you wanted to get out so badly, you knew if you wanted to escape your only chance came in knowing your surroundings, you begrudgingly and tearfully changed, waiting until anything changed– the doors hissed opened, a woman in a sharp cream coloured suit stood there with clipboard and an armed guard, at the sight of the heavy looking gun– you froze.

Then you took the first step towards hell.

You knew the following things: You lived in some basement area– there were no windows, only elevators. You weren’t alone, there were other women here and they made sure to keep your interactions at minimum no doubt to keep all of you submissive and not getting any ideas, sometimes familiar faces will fade and you could only speculate nightmares. Lastly… your purpose, the reason you were trapped here in the first place was… to lactate.

A plucky little thing that stayed optimistic despite your shared horror called herself a ‘Heifer’ she wasn’t wrong… you lived in a small cell where everything had sat on top of each other feed to keep fat and producing milk much like a cow, whoever developed this diet knew of all the ingredients known to help production, and you knew there were putting something else in the food for your breast begun to feel uncomfortable, for a little while you thought you could fight it by starving yourself, then two men with guns came into the room and told you to eat or else.

The time you spend outside this microflat hong-kong style cell was in the milking room and the shower room, you were ordered to stay clean and quiet, at least in the milking room you had some television and could spend time with the other women, but they keep you isolated, you could do very little, sometimes music would play and a book would be dropped with your food but your happiness wasn’t priority, you had to fill a quota.

After a couple weeks of this you simply accepted defeat, too many guns… not enough spaces to run, and nothing to come home to… a man that wanted to sue you for more feeling as if the judge had been unfair, a pestering family who acted as if they had been the only ones who experience loss, an empty cot you still hadn’t gotten rid off and piles and piles of bills, in this quiet cool room you had spend endless hours thinking, you didn’t love your job, you had been distant from most of your friends and you could only imagine that they assumed you had run away or killed yourself after what happened nobody could blame you.

Existing for the sake of existing until you could figure out what to do next.

“Good Evening… I’m glad you’re eating so well” The lady you met the first day said as the door hissed open, she watched you like a hawk as you process this sudden interruption, clutching at your paper thin blanket, you looked at the floral fabric in her arms and the clipboard under her arm– I need you to sign this before you’re allowed upstairs”

“Am I being let out?” You said anxiously, no way it could be that easy you thought.

The lady let her smile waiver, looking at the unseen guard then at her wrist watch as she handed you the clipboard.

“Your performance might determine how soon you'll be release…”

“You assume I won’t go to the police…”

“That wouldn’t be wise Miss L/N but we assure you that you’ll be sufficiently compensated for the inconvenience.”

You wanted to yell, but a voice in the back of your head thought of this but nothing but pageantry, you were dead either way, but perhaps this could be your opportunity to escape, whatever they wanted to do now meant being outside of these buried walls, you signed the sheet without thinking, briefly considered stabbing the bitch in the eye but is likely they would turn you into swiss cheese before you even took a step too close, she took the paperwork from your hands and in change handed you a long sleeved dressed straight out of the mormon section in target, she closed the door and you dressed up.

The halls looked so odd when you didn’t wear your prison clothes, the other few doors housed sleeping and bored girls, your plucky friend hidden behind one of them, the new girl hidden behind one of them and the girl you seen before in the milking room once hid behind one of them.

They took you to an elevator– it was old box, if you had to guess by the button’s design maybe built in the late or mid 70s, you never left their side until the elevator closed before them, the box moved slowly, a dingy silver box with low honey coloured lights, so dim… and you were alone, as the light chime as it went up you felt your entire being sink into your stomach, your heart beating so fast you were sure you were gonna have a heart attack before the doors opened once again, swallowing dry spit, your eyes opened so wide it hurt.

Quiet… it was so quiet when the doors opened, you expected something else, something menacing… something frightening– not an old house, an old house in the middle of some evergreen forest, everything screams old, untouched, museum like, like it's meant to present this idea that somebody lives here but not really, despite it being an elevator hidden behind a bookcase, you take a few cautious steps, your naked feet bury in the plush carpet, there’s bird singing outside and the sun is so bright and warm it hurts your eyes, the cool tones gone and this feels like a bad dream, pinching yourself but you’re awake, tragically awake, a weird wiry smile creeps on your lips, an almost laugh escapes your lips before you can feel tears burning your eyes.

“Hello…?” You ask and you don’t know why.

As you venture into the living room, hands firm against the tacky dark pink wallpaper, you found old floral couches that matched the drapes and despite how old school it was it had a charm to it.

Then you saw him.

Perusing the VHS collection filled the entire bookcase on the wall, just rows and rows of VHS boxes, some plastic and some cardboard, the TV boxy and just as antiquated but who cared— he was there.

You ran before you even realized you done it, crashing into him with desperation, tears staining your cheeks and you could barely breath as you tried so hard to speak.

“Homelander please help me!! I’ve been kidnapped!! Please!!” You cried, pulling on his suit– please!!”

Those endlessly blue eyes more poison dart hide than veronica flower bush the more they stared at you calmly, his lips into a thin smile and his hand thad taken your wrist inflicting just enough force to keep you firmly in his grip… to show you how he wasn’t an ordinary man, he looked at you as your tears changed meaning as if you were the most unfortunate creature he’d ever seen, his lips parted just enough to show those sharp canines that had looked so charming in sidewalk posters, now you could sense their presence squeezing at your jugular.

“You are so much prettier in person, Y/N.” His voice is disturbingly soft and calm, intimately quiet as he takes a whiff of your neck, moving you to make it easier, his free hand creeped towards your hip– I was so glad when I saw your picture and you weren’t hideous.”

Trembling against him, a nonexistent cold draft blew against you, your whole body shivering and covered in goosebumps.

His eyes fixated in your breast, mouth agape as his tongue dared to lick his lip, watching you like a starved man at a las vegas buffet, his hand slithering upwards, you know where this is leading, you can’t stop crying but you can’t scream either, you're just there as his hand avoids your breasts and creeps towards your back and presses your bodies together.

“I’m so glad you signed that sheet, I was getting sad endlessly waiting for one of you to agree to the deal” He says quietly, you stare at him and you realize you should’ve actually read that stupid sheet– why so scared? I ain’t gonna bite.” He bites the air as a joke and you could tell that that single bite could have torn your finger off cleanly.

His eyes shift to your clinging fingers that stayed so stiff against his padded suit, you stopped squeezing at him now they rested limp against him.

“Let’s watch a movie…” 

It’s an awkward dance concluding in sitting down on a couch, its surprisingly soft and you’re sinking on the cushion while your mind dissolved in the sky, the coffee table had a humbled spread of snacks, pizza and milkshakes, not once did you notice, you stared at him clutching at your dress as he picked something out of the shelve, watching as his hand worked the VHS player, the clicks and whirling all you could focus on. He sat beside you as the speakers began to play the included trailers, he took the drink urging you to do the same with a menacing look, filling you with incomplete thoughts as you obeyed.

Malt vanilla marinated in your tongue, you had a terrible thought.

‘Milk’ 

You were there to provide milk… to whom? Why just milk? You thought they would sell your body or your organs, experiment on you but… they wanted your milk, but who was buying it? Who was drinking it? Where did it go? You stared at the pretty blond whose arm kept your shoulders still, you saw the news– you’d known he had a child and who knows with whom but his kid was old enough to not need it… was it for him? You thought… thinking of it as ridiculous until you remember how 20 minutes ago  he was staring at your tits as if he was malnourished, you looked at his lips pursing as he took a long sip of his milkshake and wonder if that was milk… from a cow… not a heifer like you.

Homelander smiled at you.

“I don’t like ‘The mothman prophecy’ , never been a Richard Gere fan” he said casually.

“He was really good in ‘Pretty Woman’ . This one is okay…” You looked at the screen your voice so stiff– what’s going on…? Mr. Homelander… I…"

“Shhh… watch the movie” He leaned against you resting his head on your shoulder– you tasted the best… every batch perfection– such delicate custardy taste… So this is what we are gonna do… I’ll keep you in this floor so you’re not so bored ."

You swear he’s purring as he rubs himself against you marking you as much as he was making himself comfortable.

“There’s cameras everywhere… The glass is bulletproof, doors won’t open without a fob and code, and there’s no phones or internet, but if you do manage to get out of here just be aware I’ll know.” He said such terrible things as if it was nothing– if you tried to off yourself there will be 3 armed guards and nurses here in less than a minute but if you behave I promise you– you’ll be allowed out, but only if you gain my trust.” He looks up at you as you focus on those thin lips of his– there’s no kitchen but your meals will be delivered… if you want anything just tell the camera over there.”

He pointed at the corner tucked in between two VHS tapes was a small camera.

“I like you Y/N you're cute… you’ll behave for me, right?”

You nodded, too afraid to disagree.

“Now… let’s finish the movie… I actually like this part”

You stared at the pizza box, you could at least tell that the pizza was from an american restaurant, which made you feel safe ‘Select Pizza and Grill” said in the box and you knew you were somewhere in Pennsylvania, far from your apartment in Clinton Hill.

You looked at your boobs feeling his piercing gaze on them, you started drawing lines connecting weird things together, back when you were donating your milk, girls joked about people buying for medicinal and fetish purposes, this spelled itself out for you.

Maybe you could get out of here… but you had to do something weird… but as you heard the birds outside and the warm light peeked into the room, you realized maybe you could leave… no you’ll leave, you’ll go back home and you would find a way to ruin this man and those bastards beneath you, you’ll get them out too, so you took one courageous breath and forced a smile on your dried lips.

“You really liked it?”

“Huh?”

“My milk…” You mumbled– you know I never tasted it myself but am glad to get a review.”

“It’s really tasty” he bites his lip.

Your hand plays with one of the buttons on the dress.

“It hurts a bit… I usually get asked to pump around this time… dunno if you know this but it's a bit painful when they get this swollen.”

The look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know and as you leaned away from him pulling on buttons with slightly trembling fingers, you watched him follow your movements like a snake chasing prey.

“Would you help me out, mister superhero?” Is not flirty but is slightly playful and you’re surprised that you can lie that well, he’s so shameless as he shakes his head enthusiastically, mouth opening for you– please don’t bite.”

He gasps as you let him see all that he’d wanted from the get go, why he put you in that box, why you ended up in this place for.

His body was lighter than you thought as he sunk against you-- eyes closed, body limp against yours, he made the softest sounds it put you at ease somehow, for a moment you saw a very small being latched on your chest, you’d only experienced it once before, and it was seared into your mind as a painful yet tender memory, so you close your eyes dreaming of a fantasy far removed from this peculiar reality, half lid eyes found a man so blissed out your lips curved, this was unbelievable, the world most famous supe keeping you hostage just so you could indulged him.

But you knew now… that this was your way out.

[jyoongim]

~BLOOD & BLISS~

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life!fluff, smut, slow burn plot, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

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Chapter three chapter five

Chapter Four

“Oh darling look at you! And here I thought you wouldn’t give me grandchildren” your mother laughed as she hugged you.

Your mother had invited you and Alastor over since you had sent her a letter about some exciting news you wanted to share.

You didn’t know whether to take her comment as a compliment or insult.

”Why ain’t your husband with you? I know that man ain’t have you travel here all alone in your condition” she frowned displeased.

”Momma you know how busy Al is. He’s been trying to catch up on work so he can take time off for the baby” you pouted.

She sucked her teeth, before a smile dawned her face

”well that means we can go shopping! Have you decorated the nursery? Do you have a nursery? Oooh honey why don’t you come home when you have the baby? A newborn is a lot of work” she was ranting and you sighed, rubbing your heavy stomach.

”Momma im perfectly capable of taking care of my baby.  I’ve read all the books” your mother gave you a funny look

”books? Oh girl those books ain’t gonna help you. You need experience. Youre a first time mom, you have no instincts in raising a youngin ”

You pouted. You felt like a teenager being chastised.

You knew your mother meant well, but sometimes you had to stop her ‘good intentions’.

”Ill be fine. Alastor’s gonna be there and Im sure we can figure it out. Aint that what parenthood all about?”

She hummed “If you say, now lets head to town. I want my grandbaby to have the best!”

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You fanned yourself as you finally sat down. The summer heat was not kind to you as your mother had dragged you to every shop in town.

The two of you had finished up shopping and were now at a little restaurant. You smiled in thanks as the waiter sat a glass of cold water in front of you.

Your mother cooed as she looked over several items she had bought.

You think she was more excited than you and you were the pregnant one.

”Momma I think you overdid it. There’s no way the baby is gonna wear or use any of that” you mused, sipping the water.

She waved you off.

”so…how has Alastor handled the news?” She asked.

You blinked “he’s very excited. He says he don’t care about the gender, but he’s taken to thinking it’ll be a girl” you giggled.

”haha a girl? Oh no you’re definitely having a boy darling” she laughed.

You titled your head in confusion.

Your mother smirked “Your belly is big and low and you’re not even halfway through your term, that means you’re having a boy. ”

She continued “Most men want a boy on the first go. A scrappy boy is the jewel of every man’s pride”

You rubbed your stomach, smiling “Well it don’t matter im sure hell adore the baby no matter what”

She hummed and picked up the newspaper that was on the table.

The headline read ‘fifth body found in canal’

”Such a shame the authorities can’t find killer. Those poor souls. This is the fifth body that’s been found and practically in your backyard. You really need to careful dear” she said grimacing.

You weren’t too worried. All the victims were random, but they weren’t pregnant women. “I don’t think the killer is slaying harmless pregnant women momma”

She shrugged “Can never be too sure dear”

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Alastor whistled as he cleaned the kitchen. Bright red water filled the sink as he wronged the sponge. You would have a fit if you saw the state of your kitchen and Alastor couldn’t have an upset wife.

You had went to visit your mother, thinking it was time to tell the woman that the two of you were expecting. You had wanted him to come along, but he thought it would be better if the two of you spent some time together.

So he took the time to go hunting. It had been a while since he had a good hunt and he had a taste for deer meat.

Once the kitchen was spotless, he discarded what he didn’t need into a bag. He headed down to the cellar with the rest of the trash.

He tied the bag and reached for the other one.

Hauling it back to the kitchen, he turned on the radio to listen to some tunes as he prepared to cook. You should have been coming home in a few hours and he was sure you would be hungry. It was rather hot today, so instead of slaving too much over the stove he opted for a simple stew.

He pulled the meat out of the bag and began to cut it.

He pulled a pot from the cabinet and filled it with  onions, carrots, and a little water were added into the pot as he cleaned the meat.

As the pot boiled, he plopped the meat in a pan to cook it down.

The kitchen filled with the smell of herbs and meat as he worked.

He added some seasoning to the meat and transferred the chopped meat to the pot.

He turned the heat low and let it simmer.

He nodded in satisfaction and took a look at himself. Disgusting

He was covered in blood. He sighed and went upstairs.

Light red swirled down the drain. Alastor rolled his neck, a soft pop was heard and he sighed in relief.

Once finished in the shower, he gathered the dirty clothes and headed out back in the yard.

He waved to the passing neighbors as thee fire crackled, a pleasant smile on his face.

Once the fire died down, he headed back inside to check on the stew.

He stirred it and turned it off.

He fixed a cold sweet tea and took a seat at the dining table.

His mind wandered to you. He wondered how you were fairing in this heat. He was sure you were ready to come home and relax. Your mother was a handful.

Your pregnancy was coming along nicely.

You had rounded out and now you sported a big belly. His cock twitched in his pants. He couldn’t believe how insatiable  he had become since you had become pregnant. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

You had transformed beautifully. You always seemed to be glowing, though you swore it was sweat. You had become incredibly sensitive, your mood swings putting you both through the ringer.

You had voiced your concern about your image as you had filled out nicely, gaining weight from the baby you now carried. You couldn’t fit any of your usual form fitting outfits, opting for loose dresses.

Alastor reassured you that you looked beautiful no matter what. He enjoyed a little meat being on your bones. 

You were softer and he loved every minute of it.

His eyes traveled to the pot, he wondered if you had ate. He really wanted to see how you would react to the meal he prepared. While you love his cooking, the baby was picking, which resulted in you being sick a lot.

The buzz from the hunt still rippled through him as his lips curled in a smile.

yeeesss how would his little wife enjoy the meal he prepared for her?

He made a mental note to take out the trash later but for now, he waited for you to return home as he opened a book about parenting. 

He should ask you what color you wanted the nursery….

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Your mouth watered as you came through the door “What did you cook Al it smells really good”

Your husband chuckled as he closed the book and walked over to you. You were trying to beeline it to the kitchen, but your husband wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours. He grinned as your stomach created a space between the two of you, running an affectionate hand over the bump “Well hello to you too my dear. How was your mother? I see the two of you went shopping” His eyes took in the amount of bags you brought back.

You huffed “Yea Ma would have bought out the entire store if I let her, i tell you I think she’s more happy about a grandbaby than when we got married”

Alastor coaxed you to the couch, smiling as you sighed as he massaged your aching back. He pressed soft kisses to your exposed shoulders “I didn’t know if you had ate already, so I made a stew. Let’s hope the baby like it. I read that warm foods were better than the ice cream you’ve been sneakng” he snickered as you pouted.

”Just relax a bit and Ill make you a bowl”

You smiled at him “I want crackers too!” You called after him.

Alastor returned with a steaming bowl of stew. It smells so good and your stomach growled in hunger. “I tried a different meat but I hope you like it my dear”

You thanked him and rolled your eyes as he picked up the spoon and held it to your mouth. You blew on it softly before chomping on the spoon.

Your tongue tingled as you savored the flavor. 

The meat was softer than you were use to, maybe pork or a different beef?

Whatever it was it was good!

”Mmmhmm this is so good. The texture of the meat is a bit off but its really good Al” you complimented.

He beamed at you, pearly whites glistening at you. “Im happy you like it and you didn’t throw it up im proud baby”

You quickly finished the meal and showed him everything your mother bought for the new arrival.

Alastor smiled in content as you happily showed him the baby wares; clothing, toys,and other gadgets. Seeing you so excited filled him with an unexplainable feeling. His hand caressed your belly as you ranted.

”Did you know that there’s a killer on the loose?” Your sudden question brought his attention back. Your face was filled with worry.

Alastor tensed, but relaxed “We had gotten a few reports down at the studio but no real leads. Why do you ask dear?”

You placed your hand over his that was on your bulging belly. “I-Im just concerned. I mean we do have a child on the way and i dont really feel safe walking the streets in this vulnerable condition. My mother suggested we move into the summer house.” You looked down, Alastor kissed your forehead “Im sure well be fine. Besides it seems the killer has a little mortals. No woman has been harmed. So dont fret my dear” he assured you. 

You sighed, he was right.  There was no need to worry.

“I would never let a soul hurt you” he whispered against your forehead.

You hummed and started giggling as he nipped at your ear “Al!!!”

You tried to wiggled away, but your husband softly pushed you back on the couch, being mindful of your belly.

”Now why dont I show you that I am more than capable hmm?” He grinned down at you.

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[imwetforyourmom]

the stare pt2

pt 1

summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?

warnings: smut, pet names, degrading, praising, kissing, unprotected sex (dont do that shit), swearing, dom!chris sub!reader, fem!reader, palming

not proof read aint nobody got the time for that

I js know yall have been missing the smut

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chris stared at her lips, the way they were a perfect pink and they were practically begging to be touched by his.

he looked up at her eyes, seeing the desperation evident in them.

he smirked and took in a breath before pulling her lips to his by the hand he still had on her chin.

from the long awaited kiss a whimper escaped her lips, feeling his lips on hers. finally.

he pushed his hips into hers, harshly forcing her back to meet with the wall. ensuring she was trapped.

y/n softly moaned into his mouth and leaned more up, pressing her lips harder onto chris’.

he chuckled and pulled away, “desperate are we?” he smirked, his lips hovering just above hers, purposefully teasing her.

“chris, please.” she pleaded, moving her face up higher, attempting to kiss him again.

he smirked and kissed her, pressing his mouth onto hers passionately, eliciting a moan from y/n.

chris’ hand traveled from her chin to her neck, collarbone, stomach and began fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

lightly tugging and letting his fingers slip under the shirt and caress her warm and soft skin.

his cold fingertips meeting her skin sent shivers down her spine, she arched her back as goosebumps covered her skin.

arching her back pushed her stomach/ribcage into chris’ body. chris grunted and pushed her body back to the wall, using his hand that was under her shirt. he placed it on her waist and pushed her back, keeping her there.

chris’ tongue swiped y/ns bottom lip, asking for access — which y/n quickly granted, opening her mouth and letting his tongue push past her teeth and explore her mouth.

y/ns smirked slightly before reaching her hands down to his thighs, rubbing his inner thighs, moving from his thigh to his clothed dick.

she pressed her palm into him, chris gasped and moaned into y/ns mouth.

his eyes shot open for a moment, before the pleasure he was receiving became too much, he closed his eyed and pulled away from y/ns lips.

he placed his head into the crook, breathing heavily, his hot breath hitting her neck.

she chuckled and palmer him even more. before chris grabbed her wrist, halting her movements as he pulled it away.

he brought his head back up to y/n and kissed her one last time before grabbing her by her hips and muttering “jump.”

y/n jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, he grunted and walked them to the bed. before throwing her onto it, her back hitting the bed.

he wasted no time crawling down her and unbuttoning her pants, before he took them off her hips he looked up at her, asking with his eyes.

y/n nodded, giving him the green light, before quickly saying “yes, please.”

he pulled them down to her knees and quickly pulled both his boxers and pants down, abnormally fast as he found himself painfully hard and needing her.

y/n laid eyes on his cock, her eyes widening and her jaw falling slack. “holy fuck- chris- you’re huge..” she muttered, looking at his dick. taking in all the details, his red tip, already leaking with pre-cum, veins bulging out the sides and leading up to the tip.

“yeah? you think you cane handle it?” he spoke cockily, he crawled overtop her and pulled her panties down, seeing as he was too distracted by the ache in his pants that he forgot to pull them down aswell as her pants.

“ill go slow for you first, alright baby?” he ran his tip through her folds (bye I hate this word), collecting her arousal. both his pre-cum and her wetness coating his dick.

he pushed the tip in, a groan slipped past his lips, as y/n moaned out.

he slowly pushed farther in, giving her time to adjust he stopped all the way in and let her adjust.

a burning sensation escaped throughout y/ns body, she shut her eyes and groaned.

chris watched as she endured the pain, before pumping slowly in and out of her. pulling almost all the way out, before pushing back in.

he wasnt going hard or fast or anything, he was going slow, waiting for her to give him the ok to go faster when she was fully comfortable.

y/n took in a breath, “chris, faster please” she spoke, needing more.

he smirked and placed one of his hands on the bed by her head, while the other went on her waist to ensure she wouldnt move.

he took in a breath and stared in her eyes, before pressing a kiss to her lips, maybe preparing her? who knows.

he then began thrusting in and out of her at a ruthless pace, a surprisingly loud moan escapes y/ns throat as she was not expecting him to go so fast and hard.

he pushed her knees to her chest, getting a deeper angle at her.

“f- fuck, takin me so well baby” he groaned out, being inside her was something he never thought he’d ever experience, but god is he thankful she let him.

“yo- you’re doing amazing,” his voice was husk and deep, focusing on thrusting into the girl whom was clearly too fucked out to think about anything other than how good she felt.

he glanced over her features, her lip caught between her teeth, her eyes rolled back and a deep blush coating her cheeks.

he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “you’re my fucking slut.” he pressed a kiss to the side of her face, before pulling away and spreading her legs wider, giving him a better and deeper angle.

this only pushed onto the pleasure y/n was currently in. the only sounds she was making was moans, whimpers and screams.

“mm, im so deep inside you, fuck-“ he groaned out, thrusting and thrusting into her.

a knot in y/ns stomach began to form and tighten with every single movement chris made inside her. she clenched around his cock — surprising chris enough to moan.

“mhh- I can feel you clenching around my cock, you close baby?” he asked, leaning down and placing his face into the crook of her neck, panting and groaning into her skin.

“yes- yes- mmm, fuck!” she screamed as chris started speeding up, if that were even to be possible.

“you like being fucked like the slut you are? hm?” he leaned up and connected their lips.

y/n moaned into the kiss, she clawed at chris’ back, trying to let him know she was very, very close.

chris pulled away and began rubbing slow and small circles on her clit. y/ns mouth dropped as trails of moans were heard.

“im- im- close-“ she screamed out, with as much energy she still had she pulled chris down to her level by his neck and connected their lips again.

he stuck his tongue into her mouth, his hips sputtering and becoming sloppy as he also was getting closer than he knew.

“c- come with me pretty girl” he mumbled against her lips, pushing her legs to the sides of her body so he could rest slightly onto her top half.

he pressed one last kiss to her pretty pink lips before stopping his thrust deep inside her, painting her walls with white streaks.

the knot in y/ns stomach snapped, coming all over chris’ cock, her eyesight was filled with white dots and a ringing went throughout her ears.

she quickly snapped back to reality as chris moaned and collapsed ontop of her, not hard enough to crush her.

“mine, mine, mine. you’re mine and im yours.” he muttered into her skin.

he caught his breath before he lightly pressed a soft kiss to y/ns neck then getting off her, and slowly pulling himself out of her.

y/n closed her eyes and rested, on the verge of sleeping before chris walked up next to her with a wet and warm washrag in his hand.

he cleaned her up and himself, then scooped y/n up in his arms and laying together under the covers.

he pressed a soft kiss to her head and muttered, “you did so good for me angel.”

1467 words.

tags:

@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo @mattsfavwh3re

[truefant4sy]

Sum smutty goodness with Tama Tonga plz

again?

gif credit: @ohhtani

I GOT YOU BAE enjoy<3

warnings: unprotected sex, choking, daddy kink, spitting and squirting

"again" "one more" round after round he finally pulled out leaving a very tired and limp Honesty laying in the middle of the bed still on her stomach from their last position.

"Tama I'm so serious this time no more" honesty complained into the pillow "didn't you say that like 3 rounds ago?" he asked playfully "I did, and I mean it now" honesty told him trying her best to speak with a sore throat "yeah alright" he spoke sarcastically.

"Yeah, okay forget that could you like roll me over I can't breathe like this" she spoke, her body so limp and sore that she couldn't even build up the willpower to roll over to lay on her back "yeah I gotchu" his strong hands went under her stomach as he rolled her over to her back making her sigh in relief in finally being able to breathe.

He always got like this when he came back from his tight wrestling schedule.

"Better?" he asked her staring at her puffy brown face that now had the ruminates of her makeup that she had on when the first arrived home "what does it look like?" she asked him side eyeing him "who you talking to like that?" he asked her propping up on his elbow and giving her playfully mean stare.

"you." she replied smartly "alright again." he stated wasting no time sliding on top of her "I was kiddinggg I didn't mean it" she whined trying to move him, she didn't know if she would even be able to cum again "nah fuck that you already pissed me off" his hand wrapped around her throat tightly as he practically shoved his tongue in her mouth for her to suck on making her shiver.

As they kissed, she could feel him moving his hand away from her throat and underneath her legs to lift them up and put either leg on both sides of his broad brown shoulders,once he had her legs right where he wanted them.

He reached down to her puffy swollen clit and began rubbing at it making her pull away from the mean kisses and moan "shittt, i s-said no more" she tried her hardest to scold him, but it only fell on deaf ears "I'm tired of you thinking you just talk shit and get away with it mama" he replied deeply as the other hand groped at her hard nipples.

"m'sorry" she apologized but only got ignored as he slid two of his thick fingers inside her tired tight pussy making her squirm "stop all that moving" he slapped her clit as a warning to stop making her jump and moan "m'kay" her legs twitched as his fingers only went quicker and deeper into her bringing her right there to the edge.

then he stopped making her pout, but she knew if she complained it would be worse. the hand that had been playing with her pussy reached down to grab to his dick so he could spread his precum up and down it.

"shittt mama tell me you want this dick" he told her in that voice that always made her fold "I want it so bad daddy I need it now" she moaned bucking her hips down, once she felt his fat tip rubbing at her folds she shivered again "just put it in" she whined rubbing up and down his chest with her pretty long nails that were previously gripping at their black silk sheets.

"Shh Honesty jus wait" he cooed her before pushing the tip in making them both shake, once he fully put it all in her pussy was already squeezing around him his thrust went from slow to fast and powerful "oh my goddd you always fuck me so good daddy" her hands placed on his back as it flexed with every stroke "yeah baby? I know" he groaned at her dirty words and the sight of her titties bouncing with every thrust "you like when I fuck this pussy up huh? you a nasty lil bitch aint you?" and when she didn't answer question his large hand was wrapped around her throat again.

"fuckk yesyesyes I am daddy" she managed to get out before letting out another loud moan "open yo mouth I got something for you" he told her and of course she opened her mouth letting his spit fall into her mouth and on her tongue "sallow that shit" he demanded her his thrust never faltering once she swallowed it the hand around her throat tightened.

"you always talking shit look at yo ass now you know you wanted this dick again mama you know you did" she only nodded in agreement with his words "aw fuckkk i love this dick so much daddy I promise you I do" her eyes closed tightly as her stomach clenched up signaling her soon release "I know mama you take it like a good bitch" he groaned at the feeling of her gripping his dick so hard.

his hand reached down to start rubbing at her clit making her scream "fuckfuckfuck daddy no more no more please" her legs shook as her hands left his back and were clawing at the pillow her head laid on his hand gripped the back of her head pulling at her pretty lace front, she got done yesterday. which made her thank God her stylist uses a strong glue for her.

"Cum on this dick right fuckin now" he slapped her clit in between rubs she could feel her eyes cross as she squirted on him "oh my god daddy I'm fucking cumming shit shit shit" her moans loud which mixed in with the loud gushing of her pussy that sprayed down his dick and lower abdomen.

"Wet this dick up baby I'm boutta bust all up in this shit fuck" he groaned feeling his balls clench up hard "yes daddy cum in my fucking pussy it's all yours" she whined excited to feel the feeling of him feelings her up "fuckkk" she shouted as he busted into her pussy filling her up so much that it started to drip out and mix with the puddle she left underneath them.

once he pulled out, he slumped next to her.

"Again?" he asked her with that stupid smirk on his face.

[gamblersdoll]

semi nafw leading into nsfw, tiktok trend gone wrong, teasing, hakari pov (not my usual, testing out.)

you must love getting fucked up in your guts, dont you? you like when i have to fuck you slow and stupid, huh?

you must have to. these stupid tiktok videos making you think its a good idea to test it out. especially the new ones as of late. and you act as if i dont fuckin’ know what they are.

yer also pretty stupid, posting on there saying ‘im going to try this trend on him!’ as if i dont fuckin’ follow you. maybe thats what good dick does to your tiny brain.

“cmere bae, come sit next to me—“ you say, a teasing smile on your face and taking your index finger and beckoning him to come to you. “come and take yo drawls off.”

i look up from my phone, this bitch must think im stupid. as if im not always on go. speaking of which, its been maybe two weeks. i raise my eyebrow, pushing my pants down. fuck, these boxers. probably gunna have to give these to you, too.

“damn, you at the edge of the bed, you bout to fall off.” you giggle, watching your gambler boyfriend look at you.

im at the edge of the bed, huh?

i drop my phone onto the coffee table, pulling myself off the couch and crawling on top of you.

“hakari! im kidding!” you squeal, giggles and eyes closed. you pat at my chest, babbling about whatever the fuck it was about some trend.

“i aint.” i say, eyes going half lidded and snapping my fingers. you stop patting at me, thighs suddenly trembling. you definitely felt that. “did you feel a tingle?”

you nod, good as you usually are.

“kari..” you whine, trying to wriggle and writhe out of my grasps. “p-please..”

“please what?” i ask again, pressing a kiss to your neck and licking a long ass stripe. “use your words, pretty baby.”

“need you..”

“yeah? i know you do, i can feel it.” i chuckle, reaching a hand down to pinch your clit through your shorts. that was another thing, been told you about wearing such tight shorts around me. might just pinch you, yeah?

you moan again, nipples getting hard through your tank top and visible.

“can feel that muh’ fucker..” i whisper, a hand now pinching a nipple. “seems like yer little video went wrong..”

you roll your eyes in pleasure, and just using one of my hands, do i rip your shorts off. youre not wearing panties again, huh? oh well, too bad fer this pretty pussy here.

“baby..!” you squeal, my free hand now unbuckles my belt and jeans. “please, need you, please please.”

“what did we learn, babydoll?” i ask, pulling my boxers down to my knees and tapping my tip against your clit. you jump, poor precious baby so sensitive.

“not to do so many trends on you..”

“and?”

“and not to wear tight shorts around you….”

i slap my tip against your clit again, you jump and almost cry. shit, is my cock that heavy or are you just so sensitive like a bitch?

“yeah, thats my girl.” i say, biting a lip and aligning my cock to your slit, slowly pushing myself inside while i make you watch it slip in with me.

[fentibeauty]

F&MU (18+)

riri williams x black!fem reader

summary: when constant arguing turns into a heated time in the sheets.

— angst, sexual frustration, profanity, sexual actions

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“shut up talking to me y/n, forreal. you pissing me off” riri fumed as she pulled up to their house. once the car was in park, riri looked to y/n with nothing but anger and annoyance in her eye.

the couple have been arguing for the past 2 days, there’s no complete conclusion on why they were arguing.

they just were.

“i don’t give a fuck about you being pissed off riana, i don’t. you been pissing me off all day.” riri let out a big breath and took the key out the ignition. she opened the door and walked towards the house, “ian do shit to your ass all day. you been picking petty fights with me just to piss me off.” she opened the door and let you in before coming in herself, slamming the door.

“what do you want y/n, hm? you been staring shit since yesterday.”

“aint shit wrong with me-”

in reality, y/n was sexually frustrated, very. she decided to take that frustration onto riri.

she continued to build riri up so when riri couldn’t take anymore she would take it out all on her.

she thought it was a great plan.

“bullshit.” riri interrupted, you been testing me since yesterday, and i keep letting you say whatever the fuck you want to me.

“because you pussy.”

riri immediately dropped the keys on the table and cornered y/n into the wall. she leaned her forehead onto y/n’s and took another big breath before speaking.

“listen, i don’t know what the fuck your problem is but you need to end this shit fast. i’m getting sick and tired of your smart ass mouth.

riri really wanted to pop y/n in her mouth like a mother would do everytime a smart remark would come out.

“i don’t have a problem.” y/n squirmed horny and frustrated. “why you doing allat moving, ma?” riri smirked, finally catching onto what all the fuss was about.

“i hate you.” you gave in.

you were now on all fours (barely) without your face pressed into the pillow as riri fucked you. there were tears rolling down your eyes, your moans were now whimpers as your 3rd orgasm was approaching.

“you still hate me, ma?” riri grunts, her body was glistening in sweet as she was giving herself a workout. “all you had to do was tell me what you wanted baby, instead you wanted to piss me off. now this is what you get.”

riri wrapped her arm around y/n’s stomach and pulled her up to where her back wad pressed against riri’s front.

riri’s thrusts became deep and spaced out that caused y/n’s gspot to be hit everytime. many tears still rolled down her face as her whimpers became more louder and vulnerable.

“you love me baby? tell me you love me”

nothing but a troubled whine left your mouth as you tried to gather a sentence for riri. you were too fucked out to think.

“tell me you love me, y/n. i’m not stopping until you say it.” riri’s hand traveled to your puffy and overstimulated clit and began rubbing it at a slow but effective pace.

“i l-love you, riri” you cry and riri smiled. “tell me you’re sorry.” she added on. “so s-sorry.” you whimpered as you were right at your peak.

“i forgive you baby.”

those words were all y/n needed to know before her juices began to leak from her pussy and squirt all over riri and the sheets.

“all of that attitude just became you wanted to be fucked is craazy.” riri said once she caught her breath.

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Unafraid

The belligerent ursidain growled at the vulptanis behind the suddenly thin feeling screen.

The smaller administrator was merely doing their job correctly, asking for ID, confirming there were no outstanding warrants, all standard procedure. Yet there were those that no matter how many times they had to do this when changing station, they hated the process and wished to take their anger out on someone. The ursidain was one of those.

"I've done what you want! Stop wasting my time!" Bellowed the giant, spittle running down the transparent screen, the only thing separating the giant from the nervous agent. It suddenly felt as if the illusion of protection had been shattered. Good. The more the ursidain made the agent feel uncomfortable, the more likely he'd get through quicker.

"Sir, I-I..."

"Oi!" Barked a sharp voice from the side. "Step away from the screen and manage yourself." Ordered the canid in the resplendent attire of station security. The ursidain's giant head swung around to lock on to the speaker, and the new target of their aggression. It was important to keep the outrage going, to not be distracted, otherwise they'd force him through the whole slow process. The ursidain turned their body with plodding steps before swinging their arms out wide.

"I ain't done anything! And this one is wasting my time!" The ursidain gestured at the visibly relieved vulptanis behind the screen with a jerk of his head.

"Processing takes time. Step away from the screen and manage yourself. Lower your voice, now." The canid ordered, arms hung low, no weapon in sight.

"Or what? I aint afraid of you." Growled the giant.

"Or we'll interpret your actions as 'hostile' and defend the station." Replied the canid without a hint of emotion colouring his words. A bluff. Had to be.

The ursidain glanced around and saw the rest of the pack already appearing from different directions. The ursidain had dealt with canids before, they were all bluster. He was an ursidain! Largest of the bipeds! He could take anything they dished out, but that wasn't even a worry. He couldn't be intimidated. He'd done this dance countless times before. The GC was the same everywhere, they wouldn't harm a single strand of fur on his body.

"Step away from the screen and manage yourself or you will be managed. Last warning."

Unbeknownst to the ursidain, the crowd waiting for processing had already taken several steps away, but decided to take a few more, just to be safe. The ursidain was confident, no one liked having bad press and usually making a scene was enough to get ushered through, just to get the one causing an issue out of the way. This was unusual, but despite all the fearmongering of canids being the big bad of the GC, the ursidain had yet to actually see a canid in action. They wouldn't do anything to him, he was a citizen, this was just an attempt at intimidation.

"I want through! Do you know how I am?! I'm-" The ursidain, as he was talking shoved the canid in front of him against the shoulder. The immediate slash across the back of the ursidain's legs sent burning pain through him, but it wasn't enough to topple him.

He swung an arm around behind him, turning as he did, but hit nothing but air. The canid that had slashed him was scampering away, his knife-like claws bloodied.

The ursidain screwed up his face in indignant rage! How dare they even touch him! He was bleeding! He'd have their hides!

Having no intention of backing down now, the ursidain breathed in to bellow, only to feel teeth, clamp around his throat, and a weight pulling him forwards and twisting his neck at an odd angle. To the crowd, the canid that had been issuing the warnings had leapt forward the moment the giant had stopped paying attention to him and had used his own teeth to pull the giant to the ground, bracing his legs and body against the creature's wide chest before pulling and twisting. The ursidain had to follow the pull and twist or risk causing more damage to himself. He toppled forwards and was thrown to the ground with an echoing 'thud'.

The jaws that had clamped around his neck released and the ursidain was looking up at the lead canid, glaring down at him. A large paw reached up and touched against his neck and winced. Pulling the paw away, it was splattered with blood, his own.

"You are bound by station law and are to come with us. Will you comply?" Growled the canid, vicious in tone.

"I-" But the guard cut him off.

"Understand, if you are not completely cooperative, I have the authority to remove any and all threats to the station with lethal force." The canid crouched and grinned, his teeth pink with the mixture of his own saliva and the ursidain's blood.

"Please resist, I haven't killed anyone in three days, I need this." The canid bluffed loud enough for everyone to hear.

To the shocked and nervous crowd, the ursidain nodded his head and was swiftly bound and led away into a side door. A door that was not used by anyone but the security team. There was a quiet, nervous energy as the lead canid glanced back at the crowd, looking for anything or rather anyone who might also cause an issue.

It didn't matter who had an ego in that crowd, the canid would not hesitate to force them into compliance.

It was well known that the canids were the weapon held in the Galactic Community's arm. The GC's own personal cudgel. Parents told children horror stories of the canids to get them to behave and the canids did nothing to dismiss or debate these claims. Some of them were true.

It took public moments like this to remind the trillions of citizens around the galaxy that just because the day to day lives of the average citizen was without worry or blood, did not mean that the canids could not step in if they got cocky.

There was good reason the canids were interacted with at arm's length by the average person. Canids were one step away from being outright feral. Knives for fingers and an appetite for violence. The boogiemen of the GC.

== 0 ==

Melrash the canid sighed as he threw the tool belt down on the side as his home's front door slid closed and locked. It was the end of the day and it had been a long one. Three chintian smugglers, two felinoids after a decency complaint, two taurians in a bar fight and an ursidain in processing. That was the final tally of occupants of the station that Melrash had, had to physically detain. Over half had to see their own blood before reality set in.

Oddly, it was the smugglers who were the ones that had come quietly without issue. Melrash growled as he didn't trust that. He'd missed something, they'd got him away from there too quickly, he'd not sniffed around or questioned it. Tomorrow he'd-

"Mel?" Came a voice from within, perking the canid's ears up.

"I'm home." The canid called back, still not used to having someone waiting for him at home. As a canid, he had his pack, and he spent a large chunk of his time with them. Whether at work or blowing off steam. But even the pack needed time away from one another at the end of the day. This 'guest' in his home was still a new feature, but one he'd learnt to enjoy.

The tiny frail furless creature came pottering around the door frame with the gait that looked like it was about to fall over at any time. It had taken effort on Melrash's part to stop following the thing round with his paws out, ready to catch the human.

The fleshy creature wiped his hands of moisture on an oversized, to him at least, towel before putting it over the back of the sofa. The canid said nothing, then the human bee lined for Melrash.

The canid stood there, perfectly still and weathered the 'attack'.

The human looped his arms around the canid's middle and pressed himself into the canid's fur. It was so dense and the human so small that the creature partially disappeared. The canid very carefully draped his own arms and paws over the human's shoulders and gently pressed the human into himself.

He'd barely used any of his strength, but he both felt and heard the human's spine crunch and click before Melrash's eyes shot wide and he crouched down, shocking the human with the speed while he checked the frail creature for harm.

"I'm fine! Honestly, I needed to click my back, I feel looser." The human argued, batting the canid's worried hands away.

Melrash growled and glanced to the scarred flesh on the human's arms. A perfect quartet of lines, that if anyone looked too closely at, would perfectly match to the spacing of Melrash's fingers. Carelessness and hard lessons.

"I still don't understand how you aren't scared of me. Everyone else is..." Grumbled Melrash, not upset that he was feared by the masses, but almost frustrated that he hadn't been able to get the same response from Yanis. Still... as the human looped their arms around the canid's neck and pushed his face into the canid's messy mane, Melrash had to admit he enjoyed this.

"Because I know you're a friend. Always did, as soon as I met you. Maybe more than that now...?" The humans hands came up to the opposite ear and began to scratch the shorter fur there, Melrash 'hunnn'ing in response.

The human breathed the canid's scent in despite the canid knowing that Yanis was scent blind. Melrash smiled and tilted his head, sandwiching the human into his shoulder as the canid used one arm to hold the human in place and stand back up. Yanis squawked in surprise, but the canid ignored him and his wiggling in a vague notion of trying to escape.

The canid carried him without effort back into the kitchen, but not before plucking the wet towel off the back of the sofa.

"You keep telling me off for doing that." The canid growled, his whole body rumbling the human as Yanis merely guiltily laughed. The canid grinned, not the worst defence for someone's actions he'd heard today.

Melrash, along with his pack, secretly liked how the humans didn't fear the canids... it was a pleasant change...

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

[lovebaby123]

Shy Seductress

Summary :Jeon Jungkook finds his new interest in a specific "part" of the new shy girl in his college. Despite his cold nature, his perverted mind pulls him towards her in secrecy while she tries to run away.

Pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

Rating : 21+

Genre : cold boy x shy girl , bully!jk, pervert,nasty!jk, sweet!reader, quiet!reader, nasty smut

Warning: Jungkook is very dirty minded, bold and nasty with reader. Secret intimacy. Reader is a virgin. Milf reader. Hidden grope. Public grope,unprotected sex( dont ) , fingering , eating out, boobs play, dirty talk, etc.

A/n : enjoy guys! Let me know if you like it in the comments. Love you all🩷

Jungkook's POV:

I scrolled through the hallways mindlessly, utterly bored of the lectures going on. Fuck their psychology shit. I aint the one to hear their bullshit as i look around the campus to find something fun. Suddenly my phone rang as i stopped to take it out of my leather jacket's pocket. Jimin. I pick it up as i randomly lean against the locker to talk.

"hey buddy whats up" His oh so bored mumble reach my ear as i sigh, feeling the void as well.

"Just passing the most boring day of my life." I whisper ,not having the mood to even talk.

"Damn you sound like you have been bitchless for more that 2 hours kook." He laughed at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

"Yea you mo-..."

What. The. Fucking. Hell.

"Hey? Kook?"

My eyebrows crease a bit as my grip on the phone tightens up. My jeans seemed a bit too bothering at the sight in front of me as i could'nt keep my eyes off the absolute slutty of the body i have seen in my career of slutting bitches down.

Long black open hair. Tight black tank top holding in those oh so juicy tits , that i can just tell must be so so soft to hold in my rough fingers. That very..short red skirt, reaching her mid thigh as those long chain earrings in her ears that hide in her black hairs but my eyes can easily see, make my fingers tighten. Her face looks down as she walks prettily slow towards my side.

Oh god.

Finally some fun.

"YAHH FUCKER??!"

I hear jimin's voice in my ear as i was pulled out of my dirty trance as my eyes refuse to lose the sight of those gorgeous covers milkers.

"Yea yea ..im...listening" My hard voice reached her ears as she looked up.

Oh fuck me.

Fucking doe eyes.

Her pace slowed down as she quickly looked away as I saw her ears going red.

I smirk. Hah. Got ya.

I lean more against the locker as my head falls back taking in her baby as she slowly stops right beside me, inserting the key to the lacker that must belong to her.

I keep talking to jimin in a very low voice, knowing she is obv listening.

"Yea...just found something very....interesting to look at". I say on my phone looking directly at her milky thighs.

Her face heats up as she puts her bag in the locker slowly.

Aww. Shy baby aren't ya?

I fucking love it.

Her vanilla scent inserts in my nostrils as I inhale the air closing my eyes, open them again, gazing at her long locks flowing with the wind.

My hand withdraws from my right pocket as it slowly advances towards the locks, holding a silky strand in my index and middle finger, curling it softly as i feel her going still.

"Uh huh. I do love big things you know right jimin?"

My fingers slowly trail down her very silky arm as i keep talking to him, not really listening.

Slowly, standing straight, my hand holds her hand softly, turning her around as I turns to face the locker, trapping her between my very big body, compared to hers. Shorty.

Her eyes ,wide, not looking at me. She stares at my neck chain. As i lean my arm above her, leaning down to her face. Very close. She still refuses to look at me as my hand holding hers leaves it, and advance it back to her curls.

" Yea? Oh i love it uk"

I whisper right in her ear.

Her fingers fiddle with each other in nervousness as i continue my intimate closeness with her not so cute body.

"Hmm..talk to you later kay. Bye. "

Finally. I pull my phone away from my ear, slipping it in my jeans back pocket as her body tenses up.

Oh you dont know...

My eyes again scan her body.

"Hmm..."

I hum as i lean closer. She leans back looking away.

"New here?"

My deep voice, coming out in the whisper, startles her as i chuckle.

She nods slowly, not looking up.

"Hmm. Whats your name pretty?"

I ask her as my eyes again get stuck on those mommy milkers.

Damn. This is bad.

I hear her whisper something. Not quite listening due to my "distraction".

I lean my ear to her mouth to hear her better.

"huh?"

"y..y/n.." She whispers again. Very softly.

My eyes close as her voice, as silky as ever reaches my ears.

However, controlling myself, i pull away a little. Letting her breathe finally.

"You can call me jeon"

She looks up finally as she stares at me.

I smirk. Oh she knows thats not a name. But a surname. Smart too.

I finally step back.

My hands in my pocket as she breaths out.

"See you...later"

I say looking directly at her tits. Her face turn bright red at my action as i smirk turning away.

This. Is going to be very funny.

Y/N's POV:

I stand there. My knees about to give up as his manly scent still lingers in my nose.

I breathed out the much longer held breath that i couldnt let due to that....guy.

I fixed my clothes and hair and my neck was sweaty due to the very sudden meeting.

Regardless i advance towards my very first class.

I enter the class, my books against my chest, nervously. The majority of the class is looking at me, As i try to find an empty seat. Finally, i found one in the very corner of tge class as i smile a bit. As i advance towrads it, my eyes shift to the person beside it.

I freeze.

Shit.

He is staring right in my eyes as a small smirk plays on his lips. A devilish smirk.

I look down as i slowly advance to the seat.

He gets up, his musky scents filling the air as he stands towering me, letting me enter the desk.

I settle slowly, as he settles with a sigh.

I avoid looking at him as i can feel his eyes on me.

The teacher enters as the class starts.

His eyes, roaming on my body. I can feel it.

Suddenly, he puts his arm behind my chair, spreading his legs, making himself comfortable.

I play cool. Writing notes.

Author'pov.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner sends shivers down y/n's spine, her bare legs rubbing together beneath her skirt. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the rough texture of the wooden desk scraping against her sensitive thighs.A faint, barely audible groan escapes Jungkook's lips, his fingers tightening their grip on the back of y/n's chair. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear ,"Cold, princess?" He murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating off Jungkook's body, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands tremble slightly as she tries to focus on taking notes, but it's proving to be an impossible task with him so close.

"N-no.." She whispers

Jungkook smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he notices y/n's trembling hands. He slowly trails his fingertips up her arm, his touch light but deliberate.

" Looks like someone's freezing their butt off over here".He leans in even further, until his face is mere inches from hers.

Y/n can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine - a heady aroma that makes her head spin.

"Maybe I should warm you up, huh?"  Jungkook suggests, his voice low and husky. His free hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind y/n's ear before drifting to rub her arm with his warm hand. The pressure is gentle, but the intent is clear.

Y/n closes her eyes at the relief, making jungkook smirk.

His hand drifted down to her torso.

Jungkook's hand pauses just above y/n's hip, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that makes her skin prickle. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.Then, with a sudden movement, Jungkook slides his hand around to cup y/n's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are almost touching. 

"Tell me if I'm going too far", he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Y/n gazes in front as the dim lights from the room due to projector hides their deed from the rest of the class.

Y/n's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of Jungkook's strong arms encircling her. She can feel the heat of his body seeping into hers, the hardness of his muscles pressed against her soft curves.

"I...I don't know", she manages to stammer, her voice barely audible.

Y/n's pov.

My body feels strangely hot.. his fingers, so light yet so rough. His breath , so warm at my neck as i look straight to my book, not being able to look in his eyes.

His fingers slowly inch closer to the side of my breast, slowly grazing over the shirt. My thighs press together on their own.

"Jun...jungkook..." A breath of his name leaves my mouth before i could control it.

"Mmm, what's that, princess? Need something?"

He touches the swell of my breast gently, watching me intently as i squirm in my seat.

" Go ahead, ask me nicely. I might just give you what you want."

Author's pov

The teacher clears her throat loudly, snapping them both out of their trance-like state. Jungkook reluctantly releases y/n's breast, tucking his hand back into his pocket as if nothing happened.

"Pay attention, class", the teacher chides, shooting Jungkook a stern look.

He just shrugs innocently, a smirk playing on his lips.

As the lesson continues, Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at y/n, his gaze lingering on her chest where his fingers had been moments ago. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself subtly to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, Jungkook stands abruptly, grabbing his backpack. "See you later, princess," he says with a wink, before sauntering out of the room without another word.

Y/n watches him go, her heart racing and her skin still tingling from his touch. She knows she should be disgusted by his behavior, but instead, she finds herself craving more of his attention, no matter how inappropriate it may be.

With a shaky breath, she gathers her things and heads out to face the rest of her day, wondering what other surprises Jungkook has in store for her.

Time skip. Next morning.

Author's pov.

Y/n walks through the corridor, her body still bothered by the unexpected touches from yesterday, overly sensitive than she already is.

Today she came with a commitment to avoid him as much as she can as she walks confidently, ignoring the continuous tingles in her body from yesterday.

Suddenly she saw Mr. Edward advancing towards her in a hurry.

"oh y/n...thank god i found someone." He breathes in relief as he stops her.

"Good morning sir. Everything good?" She asks in curiosity.

"Oh nothing to worry. Actually, the annual inter football tournament is on the vay, and our boys are practicing their backs off. And I was just going to check on them and give them these confirmation slips, but the principal has asked for me urgently. So dear, will you please hand these to the boys for me?" He explained in a hurry

"Oh. Yes sir. Why not." She replied casually.

"Oh thanks dear. Here. Go. The boys must be done in their changing room. U have my permission. U can go. " he hands the slips to y/n as he rushes off to the office.

Y/n casually strolls towards the ground, finding it empty.

Then she nears the changing room, when she sees many boys coming out together.

They stop when they see her looking utterly hopeless standing there.

One of them come forward.

"How may we help you lady?" He asked with utter respect.

"Umm ..Mr. ED asked me to hand you these slips." She answers.

"Oh. These. Yes. You can hand them to our captain. He takes care of these. He is inside. Don't worry it's safe. You can go." He replies simply.

"Oh...ok.." she answers , watching them all leave, smiling at her.

She slowly advanced to the changing room, finding no one there.

Suddenly she felt a presence behind her back. Heat. Dense heat.

She didnt dare to move as she froze, eyes wide.

A face slowly nuzzles in her neck, gently inhaling, as her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

By now, aware of the person's identity, she looks down nervously, as two strong arms circle her waist gently.

"Hmm.. looking for me, babydoll?" His husky voice whispers in her ear with a kiss on her earlobe, making her bend her neck.

"y...yes." she whispers back.

Suddenly, he swirls her around in his arms, facing her. His nose touching hers, as they finally look at each other's eyes.

His grip tightening on her waist, and hers on his biceps.

"Why babydoll?" He asks again.

She looks down, pulling the slips between them. "Mr. Ed..." She whispers.

He looks down at them and smirks.

"Oh. Thank you babydoll."

She blushes hard at the nickname.

"You deserve a reward for your work don't ya think so?" He whispers in her ear, making her squirm in his arms.

"Jungkook...someone will see....let go.." she says looking down shyly, as he chuckles.

"Aww babydoll. Why so shy?" He chuckles as his hand cups her cheek, pulling her up.

Her breasts press against his chest tightly, shifting his gaze to them.

"These little things are driving me crazy", Jungkook admits, his thumbs stroking over y/n 's hardened nipples through her shirt. 

"Can't stop thinking about sucking on them, feeling them in my mouth." He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispers, "I bet they taste as sweet as you do, don't they, babydoll?"

With that, Jungkook captures y/n's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue probing past her lips to claim every inch of her mouth. His hands roam her body, squeezing and kneading her curves as he presses her back against the locker room wall.

Y/n feels her bosy melt in his touch as she closes her eyes.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at y/n with dark, lust-filled eyes. She lifts her eyes to look at his dark ones, before looking down in shyness.

"God you shy little minx." He breathes in her ear as he lifts her up, pressing her against the cold metal lockers. His hands deftly work open the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into the cups, pushing them aside to free y/n's breasts."Mmm, perfect" , he mutters, leaning down to capture a rosy nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand gropes y/n's other breast roughly.

Y/n moans, arching her back to push more of herself into Jungkook's eager mouth.

"j...jun..gkook..." She moans in pleasure.

Jungkook releases her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her with a wicked glint in his eye. "What's wrong, princess? Don't like having your tits played with in public?".

Before she can respond, he drops to his knees, yanking down y/n's skirt and panties in one swift motion. Cool air hits her exposed pussy, making her gasp.

"Oh, fuck yeah" , Jungkook groans, burying his face between her thighs. He licks a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring her sweet flavor.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her hands flying to Jungkook's head, tangling in his hair as he devours her cunt. "Jungkook, oh god, ahhh". She gasps at the strange yet addictive pleasure.

Jungkook laps hungrily at her dripping folds, his tongue delving deep inside her tight channel. He alternates between thrusting into her hole and flicking over her swollen clit, determined to make her come undone.

"Fuck, you taste amazing" , he mumbles against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through y/n's core. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day"

.He pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into her slick heat, pumping them in and out as he suckles hard on her throbbing clit. She writhes against the lockers, her juices coating Jungkook's chin as he feasts on her relentlessly.

"So close, Jungkook! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begs, grinding shamelessly against his face.

Jungkook doubles his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while pumping his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside her. He wants to make her scream, to hear that delicious sound only he can elicit from her.

As her walls start to flutter around his invading digits, Jungkook knows she's on the brink. He adds a third finger, stretching her impossibly wide as he fucks her with them, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot.

"Yes, yes, YES!" She wails, her legs buckling as the orgasm crashes over her. Her juices gush out, drenching Jungkook's face and hand as he milks her clenching pussy for every last drop of pleasure.Panting, Jungkook slowly pulls away, licking his lips clean of her essence.

She breathes, in his arms, half lidded.

Jungkook rises to his feet, towering over her trembling form. His cock strains painfully against his zipper, rock hard and leaking pre-cum."I'm going to fuck you so good, princess" , he promises darkly, reaching down to palm his erection.

" Gonna fill this needy little cunt with my big dick until you're screaming my name." He spins her around, bending her over the bench. The cool leather meets her overheated skin as Jungkook kicks her legs apart, settling between them.

The blunt head of his cock nudges against her entrance, teasing her soaked folds. "Beg for it, y/n. Beg me to fuck you raw" , he demands, his voice rough with barely restrained lust.

Y/n eyes close as her bare tits graze the cold metal table, making her bite her lip. With eyes close she whispers,

"please jungkook...take me..make me yours.."

Jungkook grips her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he notches the tip of his thick cock against her dripping opening.

"You want this, don't you, babydoll?" he growls, rocking his hips slightly to rub the head of his dick along her slit. "Want me to split you open on my huge cock and make you mine?" Y/n whimpers, nodding frantically even as tears of desperation prick at the corners of her eyes. 

"Please, Jungkook... I need you inside me. Fuck me, make me yours!" Emboldened by her plea, Jungkook surges forward, impaling her on his rigid length in one brutal thrust. A high-pitched keen escapes her as he stretches her impossibly wide, filling her to the brim with his pulsing pussy.

Jungkook sets a punishing pace, pounding into y/n's willing body with savage intensity. Each powerful stroke drives him deeper, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her clit with every retreat.

"Ahh, fuck, you were made for my cock", he snarls, his fingers digging bruising marks into her hips as he rails her. " Take it, princess, take every inch of my dick!"

She screams in ecstasy, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the bench as Jungkook's thick shaft rips through her defenses again and again. The pain and pleasure mingle into an overwhelming sensation, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Yes, yes, YESSSS!" she chants, her voice hoarse with exertion.

Jungkook looking down panting , grabbing her tits in his palms, he ravishes her pussy.

Jungkook's grip on her breasts tightens as he pounds into her, his fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples. The added stimulation sends jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, amplifying the intense sensations already coursing through her.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well" , he rasps, his breath hot against her ear." Such a good girl, getting fucked silly by me"

With a particularly deep thrust, Jungkook brushes against her G-spot, sending her careening over the edge into a shattering climax. Her inner walls clamp down on him like a vice, milking his throbbing member as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her."Fuuuck, baby! "Jungkook roars, his own release barreling towards him.

Y/n kept trembling in pleasure, lost in immense ecstasy as he pounds.

Jungkook rides out y/n's orgasm, his cock twitching inside her as he fills her with hot spurts of seed. He buries himself to the hilt within her, relishing the way her walls milk him dry.His breathing is ragged as he gradually comes down from his high, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Slowly, he withdraws from her spent body, his softened length slipping free with a wet pop."Fuck, that was good", he murmurs, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

He turns to look at y/n then, seeing how vulnerable and sated she looks lying there beneath him.

Jungkook reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from y/n's flushed face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Despite the harshness of their encounter, a tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You okay, babydoll?" he asks softly, his concern genuine. "That was... intense. I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

Y/n's eyelids flutter open, her gaze meeting Jungkook's with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. She nods weakly, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips. Shyly, she covers her bare breasts, smiling.

Jungkook's eyes linger on y/n's hands covering her breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby? Feeling shy now that I've seen every inch of you?" he teases, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Don't hide from me, princess. Your body is mine to admire." Jungkook gently pries Ayla's hands away, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze once more.

He cups the soft mounds, kneading them appreciatively as his thumbs circle her stiff peaks.Beautiful, he murmurs reverently, lowering his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. He suckles gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before giving it a light bite, making her whine softly.

"That's enough." She whines slowly.

Chuckling her leans up to plant a chaste smooch on her lips before standing straight and helping her too.

As she wears her shirt, he disappears in a room. She continues just then, he comes back with a clean damp warm towel.

"Lemme clean my babydoll." He whispers as he spreads her legs again.

Speechless, she lets him do it, face red.

He parts her fold to dab the towel, making her gasp.

He looks up grinning boyishly.

She shies away again.

After getting dressed, they both get up, y/n having trouble in walking, from obvious reasons, as he leads her out.

Suddenly, they noticed that the boys were about to enter the room. All of them stopping by looking at both of them .

Taking in their messy states, they hooted suddenly, making jungkook glare at them.

All of them shutting immediately, as y/n just stands there looking down.

Then they both leave the place.

" Couldn't you find a better place?" Y/n asks jungkook, with red face.

Jungkook leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Should've asked your tits to calm down babydoll."

The End.

Tell me if you guys need a part 2. Enjoy!!

[shinestarhwaa]

Hi! Sorry, I read the rules wrong the first time 15 + 33 + Highschool AU thank you!! My apologizes. With Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

Its okay hun! I already used line 33 but I'll rephrase it so it's still in there, enjoy! X I love this one ngl

CHASING THAT FEELING || SEONGHWA & HONGJOONG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x Hongjoong x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: Highschool!AU, All three are in senior year and are ADULTS! (cause we aint doing minor shit around here), semi public sex, threesome, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, mild m x m action, fingersucking, double penetration, dirty talk

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

It was a random Tuesday, 5pm and you were bored out of your mind. You had gotten yourself in trouble again for not finishing certain assignments but who could blame you? You were busy kissing boys at a party last night.

Your friends mocked you for it; your new so-called hoe phase, but you figured to experiment while you were young. You hadn't turned 18 that long ago and you broke up with your ex about 3 months ago. Now was the perfect time to explore.

The clock was ticking painfully slow and the sighs Hongjoong let out were annoying as heck. You reached out to the left and flicked his head. "Stop that," you warned him. "Or else?" He grinned. "I'll literally lose my mind. I am so goddamn bored and you are annoying me."

"Damn, period?"

Now he was just doing it on purpose. "No, you dickhead, she got cockblocked last night, Wooyoung said that to me in English earlier," Seonghwa laughed. "Oh so you're just horny?" Hongjoong asked, "You know we can do something about that, right?"

He got your attention now. Even if he was kidding and making a joke, the clenching of your hole around nothing definitely told you that you didn't want it to be a joke. "Here?" You asked. You looked around the classroom. It was just the three of you as the substitute teacher left the classroom for a 'coffee emergency'.

Seonghwa found the confidence to lock the door and stand close to you. "Right here," he said. He was nearly hardening in his pants right then and there, just out of anticipation of what was to come. You.

You stood up and slid your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles. You moved onto your table and spread your legs, already wet pussy for the both of them to see.

"Holy shit, Hwa, can you see how wet she is already? From nothing?" "Not nothing, I bet she's been thinking about cock the entire time," Seonghwa said as his hand cupped your sensitive cunt. You breathed heavier as his fingers spread your wetness.

"Finger her Hwa, get her nice and loose," Hongjoong said as he stood up to stand next to you as well. He unzipped his pants and whipped his semi-hard cock out.

Seonghwa pushed a long finger inside of you, reaching into your deep core. He moved it inside slowly but he curled it just right, making you moan loudly. Your moans made Hongjoong harden fully, ready to be touched.

You took his cock into your hand and pumped it up and down at a fast pace. Seonghwa pushed a second finger inside you and matched the speed of your hand on Hongjoong. His eyes were fixated on his best friend fucking your squelching pussy with his fingers. "Fuck, that's so hot," Hongjoong breathed out.

Seonghwa's fingers reached places you had never even gotten to yourself, making you feel things you had never felt before. He put his free hand against your lips to muffle your moans as they got louder gradually.

You let go of Hongjoong's dick as he warned you he was getting close. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you and showed them to Hongjoong, your wetness coating them nicely.

Hongjoong took Seonghwa's fingers into his mouth, to both your and Seonghwa's surprise. Hongjoong sucked off his fingers, making Seonghwa painfully hard. "God, Joong," he grunted as he palmed his hard erection.

When Hongjoong finished licking his fingers clean he took his dick out of his pants, giving it a few tugs. "Joong," he moaned out. You bit your lips and massaged your breast at the sight of them and you were sure your wetness must be dripping down the table by now.

"Bet you want him to fuck you too, don't you?" You said smirking, teasing Seonghwa. "Shut the hell up," he said before pushing his cock into you roughly, making you yelp. His fingernails dug into the flesh of your thighs as he rammed his cock into you.

"Ah! Fuck!" You whined out, hands holding onto Seonghwa's shoulders. Hongjoong stood behind you and massaged your breasts through your shirt. Your body moved along with the touch of your lovers', rolling sensually.

"What if I don't wanna shut up?" You breathed out, smirking at Seonghwa's annoyed expression. "It's okay if you're a little gay for your bestie, we know you are." "You better shut your fucking mouth now," Seonghwa said as his hand flew to your mouth. His gaze was intense and warning and you knew you had him right were you wanted him.

He was fucking you at an intense speed but yet you had him in control. You made him a mess of a man, moaning at every thrust into your wet pussy. "How is her pussy, Hwa?" Hongjoong asked from behind you.

"So fucking wet, gonna fuck this pussy so full of my cum," he grunted. "Let me too, I wanna fuck her too," Hongjoong said. Seonghwa nodded and slipped his dick out of you.

You got up and walked over to your teachers' desk, wiping most of the stuff off. You gesture Hongjoong to take place on the desk, as he did. You got on top of him and sank down on his dick, letting out a loud moan.

You felt Seonghwa behind you, sliding his dick right in your pussy too, making you cry out and bring tears to your eyes. "Such a good girl, taking both of our cocks," he cooed as he started to thrust his dick into you.

"Yes!" You exclaimed as you bounced on them, meeting their rhythms. "Yes, I love your cocks so much!"

"You're such a dirty little girl," Hongjoong moaned out as he played with your nipples under your shirt. "Letting us stuff you full, you'll be a good girl right? Letting us fuck you full of our cum?"

"Yes! Yes, Joong, fuck I want it! I'll keep it in me, k-keep all of it in me!" You whined. With a few particular thrusts your eyes rolled back and your body let go, cumming and clenching hard on their cocks.

The feeling of your pussy clenching on them made the boys lose it inside you as they chased their climaxes. They filled you up to the brim after moaning out your name in unison. The feeling of their cum deep inside you made you smile and bite your lip.

After coming down from your highs you wasted no time and got properly dressed again immediately. Seonghwa unlocked the door just before the teacher came back, giving the three of you a weird look, but then dismissing you for the day. You walked out of school in a giggly mood, statisfied with absolutely no guilt.

[cakkeheavenly999]

Trigger Finger

boothill x fem!reader wc: 411 tags: fingerfucking/boothill is a meanie :'(

not beta read!

ummmmm i have been thinking about boothill since i saw him i wanna sit on his lap and listen to him talk tbh but leik heres something short i made!!!!!

you wriggled in his hold, your muscles twitching and contracting as a string of spit rolled down your chin. “oh darlin’ if you cant even handle this then theres no way you can take more of me.” boothills sharp-toothed smile made you whimper. and his sadistic laugh made you wail. the bountyhunter had two of his sleek, titanium fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. juices trickled from your hole with each convulsing orgasm he pulled from you. 

this was supposed to just be the two of you spending some time together. but here you were, sitting on his muscular thigh with your hands tied behind your back, using his red scarf. at one point he had even given you his hat to wear as he continued to pound your now abused hole with his fingers. you have no idea how much time has passed, but you know that your human body was reaching its limits. you gasped and sobbed, weakly shaking as you gave boothill your nth orgasm of the night. his fingers slowed to a stop, giving you a moment to breath and come down from the high. “felt good for ya darlin’? i can tell.” he teased and gave you a chaste kiss to the cheek and pulled his fingers free. your chest heaved as you sought air and to finally have your consciousness return to whatever planet you were on. 

then you heard a soft buzzing noise. your pussy twitched as you looked down, only to be greeted by a tickling vibration circling the sensitive pearl of your cunt. your hips jerked in response as a yelp passed your lips. tears of overstimulation welled in your eyes as you shook your head. 

no, no you cant take it. you cant take anymore.

“ohhh come on now darlin’. i aint say i was finished. we need to get you some better listenin’ ears.” he cooed softly as he pushed his fingers deep inside of your pussy. the juices and the fact he had worked you open for so long made the pleasure shoot through your body from the tips of your toes up to your brain. it was as if your nerves had been stunned- or maybe even fried. he pounded away with his vibrating fingers, allowing you to squirm and sob on his thick thigh. all while he chuckled in your ear, praising his ‘darlin’ and saying how you were doing so amazing for him.

[mikashida]

u seem like u have a lot of wolverine headcanons pls ... 🤲

you've enabled my rambling just know that you did this to yourself. I do also wanna quickly disclaimer I've not read many of the x men let alone wolverine comics so idk how much of this *is* canon or has been mentioned, I was raised by people who thought comics were evil and would "Turn Me Gay" so I only got to watch the movies because obviously movies can't turn you gay (they did)

most of these are kinda depressing the only funny one is the first one

for like General Headcanons that would apply to all variants i 10000% believe the gruff gravelly voice is fake and he just Does That intentionally. I'm not saying his voice isn't deep but the whole like "ruruuuhughgh. im trhe best at what i do but what i do best aint very nice hnrnrghh..." is overplayed. so when he gets nervous or caught off guard his voice raises like at least half an octave. to illustrate what I mean here's a cutscene from the origins game

I also think he tries to drink to slow his healing factor and not necessarily to get buzzed. this is pretty much canon in Logan, but even outside of that canon he's very often been shown to at Least be fascinated by the idea of being mortally wounded if not genuinely suicidal at times and i imagine drinking consistently kinda fucks with that. like let's say he's physically harmed while intoxicated i figure it would probably hurt more/heal slower than it would if he was sober if that makes sense.

to continue with that i think he's tried to kill himself a lot and not in the funny way that deadpool does (like when he shoots himself in the game to get out of a conversation with colossus lmfao) (not saying that deadpool hasnt Genuinely tried to either though) probably doesn't bother anymore but imagine being like fuckin 20 years old and you cant die and you have So Much ptsd and no way to deal with it because its the fucking 1800s

i generally think his ptsd affects him a lot more than the movies and comics let on, which I understand because it's not easy to write when you don't have experience with it. I think it was written really well in deadpool and wolverine though, I am very tired of the perfect victim trope and I like that this logan is actually. kind of a horrible person (I have more headcanons about that but I will stop with this one). he failed his world and that made him the man that saved the universe, but that doesn't cancel out his wrongdoings, and now that he has people in his life again he has a responsibility to do better for those around him

tldr wolverine has issues and i want to make them worse

[menonlywrestling]

'Ladies Man' Larry Potenski (52) has been wrestling on the circuit for over 25 years. His glory days are behind him. He's not the draw he once was and he's down on his luck. These days he's making cash 'escorting' for private pro wrestling fans and starring in pro sex porn videos. He's been travelling round small towns in the south, taking part in local Indy shows where he's usually higher up the card as his name still has a bit of recognition. His matches are becoming more and more brutal, which he has to be, against these up and coming younger wrestlers, and he's noticed it's getting him some extra attention, particularly from a certain type of wrestling fan. He sees an opportunity, and at tonight's show, at a larger venue than the ones he's been wrestling at lately, he plans on making his Heel turn 'official'. The show is being televised on a state cable station.

He was up against a popular younger star Ethan Edwards (below, 23) who shows a lot of promise, and who the crowd go crazy for when he enters the hall on his walk to the ring.

'Perfect' thinks Larry.

For the next 45 minutes, poor Ethan is absolutely DESTROYED by Potenski. A non stop barrage of power bombs, elbow drops, forearm smashes, crushing headlocks and scissors. A long held Boston, where he looked like he was going to break in two, some punishment outside the ring, where he opened up his opponents forehead after repeatedly smashing it into the metal barriers surrounding the ring. A really nasty over the shoulder backbreaker, that went into an 5 minute over the knee backbreaker, and young Ethan is seeing stars. He's injured and truly out of his depth here.

Larry repeatedly pulls him up by the hair before the 3 count, as he's enjoying inflicting this punishment. The Boos and jeers from the crowd spurring him on even more.

He eventually finishes his now bloody and battered opponent off in a 10 minute camel. He claws at his victims face, pulls his hair, bites his ear, pounds on his hairy pecs then puts a vice like sleeper on. It's a KO.

Potenski is declared the winner. He stands with his foot on Ethans bloody face. His blood stained trunks strain to contain his enormous thick rock hard boner.

He soon drops to his knees, grabs Edwards by the hair and rubs his crotch forcefully against his blood soaked face. Before you know it, Larry's cock is in mouth. "that's it jobber boy....nice and slow...taste that heel dick".

As he's face fucking Ethan he notices his sexy ass and his thick hairy thighs. He wants some of that ass. He's earned it tonight. He puts his fingers in Ethan's mouth, getting them wet, then slides them down the back of his trunks and starts finger fucking him. Ethan groans loudly, audible even with that huge cock still in his mouth. The groans increase as all four fingers slide in and out of his tight ass. "I need to open you up boy so you can take all of this big dick. I aint gonna lie, it's gonna hurt. But you like gettin hurt, dont ya".

He takes Ethans trunks off, and chokes him with them for a minute, as he lands blows on his ribs. Then he spits on his hand and rubs it around Ethans asshole, and slowly starts sliding that huge horse dick in, covering Ethans mouth with his big hand to stifle the pained moaning and groaning of his jobber.

After 10 minutes of fucking on the ring floor, Larry gets up. His raging boner stands proud. Ethan lies with his head in his hands, now only wearing his pro boots, Larry then takes a handful of Ethans hair, drags him up from the floor, flips him round and delivers a stiff DDT. Up again by the hair from the floor, Larry now traps him in the ropes, lifts Ethans legs over his shoulders and puts his dick back in his (now less tight) ass. A semi conscious Ethan pathetically moans "no, no", but he has a boner now too. Larry pounds and pounds at his ass, going deeper and deeper with long hard thrusts and pulls out right before he cums, unleashing an ungodly thick load onto Ethans face. After a minute he puts his cock back in Ethans mouth, while he catches his breath, making sure he takes the remains of his load, and tastes his own jobber ass.

Afterwards the promoter requests a rematch. He's putting Potenski on top of the card from now on.

[hurlingdown]

I’m usually a lurker, but the other anons talking about their fav side charas have inspired me. i also dont know how to do transitions so i'm just gonna jump into it.

I want to ruin Izou. I want to fuck him in his pretty clothes and make up, and reduce him to a crying, cockdrunk mess.

It probably starts off slow, you havent let him take his clothes off, only pushing them to the side to gain access and start eating him out. He'll complain that he doesnt want to get his clothes dirty but his hands are in your hair, holding you there as he grinds his clit against your tongue. His moans are quiet, and that just wont do, you want to hear his pretty voice get wrecked as he cries out your name. He’s still keeping up his usual demeanor, acting composed like he isn't dripping around your tongue like a leaky faucet. Of course, you know how to fix that. And right before he can cum, your hands are on his hips, stopping him from moving.

Before he can start being a brat, you tell him to get on his hands and knees - Still not letting him take off his clothes. You get undressed just enough to free your cock and push the fabric of his clothes up. You push your dick against his slick folds, covering it with his juices. You probably don't even need any lube, you can just slide in from just how wet he is. You slowly work him up again, pulling pretty moans out of him with each thrust. When you think he's being too quiet you give his hair a nice tug, drawing a loud moan out of him. The absolutely desperate whine he lets out when you bring jim to the edge again only to stop,, god it almost makes you take pity on him. But no, you want him to be truely wrecked when he finally cums. So you flip him onto his back and start again. This time you undo his yukata and push it open to fondle his tits- of course you dont let him take it off completely.

Maybe at some point you just focuse on his chest, fondling, marking, sucking; neglecting his needy pussy. Hes humping the air, trying to press your cock back into his empty hole; whining and being a bit of a brat. You hold his hips down and tell him to stop being a brat. When youre done abusing his tits, you kiss your way down to his leaking cunt; telling him if he can be a good boy and keep his hands to himself while you eat him out, you'll let him cum.

Of course, he fails. Right when hes on the cusp of orgasm, his hands fly down to your hair, gripping it tightly and desperately trying to hump your face as he begs for you to keep going. Tears falling when you pull away and leave him on the edge again. And so it starts again. You tell him he can cum if he can be a good boy, only to stop when he fails and start all over.

By the end, his clothes are a mess, covered in all the slick thats been leaking all night from his pretty pussy; make up smeared from his tears after you've edged him for the umpteenth time. He's long since given up his usual composure, having become a loud whiney mess begging for you to let him cum.

Satisfied, you start moving again. Pretty thighs twitch around your hips as you begin to move faster, working him up and drawing the most beautiful whimpers and moans from him- those noises only barely louder than the slick wet sounds coming from his pussy.

When he finally comes, he squirts- hard- adding the wet mess on his clothes. His walls are clenching around you as you fuck him through his high, finally coming deep inside him with his thighs locked around your hips.

Anyways…. umm didnt expect to write that much. Srry if it aint that good, im a little rusty when it comes to writing. Ah well.

Love your blog! Thanks for listeing to my ramble

ohhhhhh fuck yes. holy fucking shit. forgive me i've kept this in my inbox for days because i wanted to make sure i digested everything before answering the ask, and damnnnn.

this was so hot. i've always thought that kiku and izou should be more popular characters to send in thirsts on, so i've been waiting for this one. the way you write is obscenely good, you could start your own writing blog (if you haven't yet) and i'd read all your works. <3