#i love drawing fat lust

[megaloserrr]

i heart plus sized lust sans underlust lusttale heart heart

[delirious-donna]

tw: katsuki x female reader, pro-hero, early 30s katsuki, pure smut, pussy drunk katsuki, finishing untouched, implied multiple rounds, implied unprotected sex, seriously I was just on a filthy rampage 😌

It had happened so fast; so fast that you weren’t sure when your intent had been entirely disregarded in favour of your hot-headed husband’s desire to devour you whole. Not that you were really complaining.

Your phone slid onto the counter, anticipation thrumming through you knowing that another patrol had ended successfully with nothing but a few scrapes and scratches to deal with. Child’s play at this point for the number two pro hero and the love of your life.

Heavy boots stomped towards the apartment door; each step echoed in time with the second heartbeat between your legs and you clenched them shut for a hit of friction. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, not without his body slotted against yours. Hard steel enveloped by your soft curves.

The overwhelming swell of lust was immediate when the door opened, a head of ashy blond spikes dipped low appeared and it felt as if his presence sucked the very oxygen from the room. His cumbersome gauntlets were missing—likely left behind at the agency—but his hero suit remained. It was covered in fine dust, thick black streaks of dirt darkened his biceps and sweat lingered on his brow and shoulders as if he had run here… had he run here?

It was hardly a new scenario, this man was your husband and the routine of his dangerous line of work was well accustomed to both of you, but there was always the adrenaline that came after the ‘fight’. It consumed you both, dragged you under raging, lust-fuelled waves until there was no rational thoughts left—only the need.

Katsuki was your air, your reason to draw breath; all you wanted was to see him happy, loved, content with the world he built for you both. Those were the desires you always harboured, right now, you were focused on your baser instincts.

You needed to swallow him down, have his fat tip punish the soft tissue at the back of your throat until you were slurping down his seed like the greedy beast you felt like. Dammit, you were already licking your lips in sweet anticipation. The phantom salty musk taste whet your mouth with runny saliva, and he smirked when he caught your eye.

Honestly, you had expected to settle low and spread on your haunches. You wanted to worship him whilst he towered overhead. His sheer size and frame were mammoth and imposing; broad shoulders and arms thick with golden-hued muscles, a barrelled chest heaving with every inhale and his nostrils flared as confidence beat against his conscious thought. Bakugou Katsuki was a pure powerhouse of a man, a man of action first and foremost, and never more was that true when you felt his deeply calloused palm grab at the back of your neck.

His mouth slanted atop yours, tongue bullying its way into your mewling mouth as you grabbed at his shoulders to stabilise yourself against the force of being hauled against his chest. His unique glycerin laced sweat mingled with the spice of his soap, filling your nose with only him whilst caramel burst over your tastebuds.

Katsuki overwhelmed your senses so easily that you had no idea you were being walked backwards towards the bedroom. He boots thudded as he kicked out of them, stalking forward with no sign of halting the dominance of his kisses, the grope of your hips, waist, breasts. He never stopped, refused to waver and you were simply swept up in the rip tide that he was his momentum.

Instead of falling to your knees in the hallway like you intended, you found your spine pressed against rich brushed cotton sheets, bare and vulnerable to his attentive gaze. It had you squirming, reacting to every simple brush of his fingers on your heated skin. It did not go unnoticed, nothing every did with Katsuki.

You whined, low and throaty when he pathed a wet trail of kisses down your front, stopping at your breasts and lapping at your peaked nipples in turn. He showed no sign of shucking out of his hero suit, and whilst you adored him decked out for business, right here and now, it simply wouldn’t stand.

“Kat—please...”

His crimson eyes rolled in feigned annoyance, but the smirk couldn’t hide exactly how pleased he was that you wanted to see more of him, like he didn’t already know… the menace.

“For a kiss,” he bartered with a smug smile.

“My fucking pleasure,” you replied, eliciting an amused huff of the hero hovering over you.

Grabbing at the front of his compression shirt, you pulled him down until your lips crashed against his. The kiss was a mixture of sweet and salty, the pace alternating between slow and steady to hurried and frantic. You knew every lick to make him groan, every nip at his bottom lip that would stir the beast within until it roared with the compulsion to take over.

“Cussing is my vice, get your own. Now stop complainin’ and let me eat you out.”

With those rough words, the top half of his clothes swiftly disappeared into a dark corner leaving him bare-chested and magnificent. A literal wall of muscle with a liberal smattering of scars, and it stole your breath to gaze upon him.

Your foot braced against his toned pec, taking in the sight of the ash blond God that moved to kneel between your thighs, drinking him down in intoxicated delight.

Katsuki kissed along your calf until his nose pressed against the fat of your thigh, a low moan issued from his throat sending sparks dancing in your veins. Sometimes you could hardly believe it; the big burly pro hero known for his surly, no-nonsense attitude was so easily affected by being buried in your pussy—pussy drunk if you will. It would make you chuckle if he wasn’t in the process of scattering your wits to the wind with his hungry mouth.

Time ceased all meaning as you gave into Katsuki’s every whim, giving up on the keening pleads for you to return the favour after your second orgasm broke onto his awaiting tongue, slick slurped down his swallowing throat. His fingers tightened into the fat of your backside, spreading you further apart with each massage of his warm calloused hands.

He took his time in licking a fat wet strip over your soaked cunt, tugging on the puffy flesh of your folds with insistent lips. Guttural groans vibrated against your throbbing clit, your bud tender from the array of orgasms the hulking male pulled from you without showing sign of stopping.

Your toes sank into the flexing muscles of his broad shoulders, sensing their every ripple as he prodded once more at your gushing entrance. Slick already coated his fingers, drenched up to the knuckles as he pressed against your velvet walls.

“So good—taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he grunted, lips dancing across your sweat dappled skin with every word.

“Oh, ‘suki—oh god. Please, one more.”

Eyes of brightest ruby snapped up to lock with your own, widening almost imperceptibly as his entire body jerked, once then twice. His digits pressed firmly against your front wall, massaging the engorged tissue of your pleasure spot in earnest until you broke apart at the seams once more.

So blissed out from the release of tension low in your belly, you barely realised when the weight on the bed dipped and moved, Katsuki rolled sideways on a panted breath to reveal a large damp stain on the front of his black combat trousers.

“Fuck—I… shit-I need a minute. Got me busting in my damn pants like I’m still a fuckin’ horny teenager, sweetheart.”

You chuckled but quickly schooled yourself into some semblance of a stern expression. “You’re saying it’s my fault, Bakugou?”

“Don’t you Bakugou me, Mrs Bakugou. Don’t think that cause I ruined my trousers I’m not going to ruin your insides. Just gotta give me five minutes,” he huffed, standing to peel away the sticky mess from his cum-covered groin.

You paid for that attitude… over and over until you were as ruined as he promised.

[hanasnx]

honey.

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: inspired by @justadmiringanakin bcos i read some of her ceo!anakin thing and i’m so excited for it to be posted. so this is dedicated to her. WARNINGS: dilf!anakin | sexual content | kinks: daddy, size | position: cowgirl | age gap.

“that’s it, baby, that’s it,” soft praises echo in your ear as you sink down onto DILF!ANAKIN SKYWALKER's length. “you feelin’ it? you feelin’ okay?”

you sniff, twisting your face in the most adorable way. too pitiful to resist, he leans into you, trailing sweet lingering kisses onto your heated cheek and temple.

“can you speak? can you do that for me, baby?” he keeps his voice barely above a whisper, like you’re exchanging secrets. large hands handle the fat of your thighs, stroking soothingly with his thumbs. he’s warm, and impossibly deep.

to let him know you’re alright, you nod, and feel his lips pass over your closed eyelids. your fists tangled in the collar of his shirt begin to tremble as you flex your legs, raising yourself.

“take it easy. don’t hurt yourself.” he says, even while his palm slide to your ass, instinctively drawing you closer into his chest.

“i can do it.” you plea, “please, ani, please. need it so bad.”

lovingly, he tilts his head, a wistful smile stretching his lips. “makes me feel young when you call me that.” his honeyed countenance remains only until you lift yourself, so tight wrapped around him it furrows his brows and sharply inhale. “fuck…”

“need— you,” you choke out, opening your eyes to meet his lust-blown gaze.

“‘m right here, angel. right here,” he assures you, one hand wedging between the two of you to thumb at your sensitive bud, it helps but doesn’t solve everything. “can feel you drying up, you’re going too fast.”

“if i can just…” you whine, his warnings going unheeded as you invite yourself onto him, letting your weight lower yourself. but he’s quick to catch you. his grip on your flesh aches, chastising you for biting off more than you can chew.

“what’d i say?” you’re feeling the stretch. the sting. it’s almost enough to get you wet enough for him. almost. “you told me you could handle it.”

“‘m sorry!” you cry out. “ani, i’m so horny it hurts.”

he hushes you, easing your worries by releasing your skin and coming up to stroke the top of your head. gently, he directs it to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder so he can tuck you under his. that big hand threads through your hair, sending tingles down your spine from the contact. his thumb continues to rub circles into your swollen clit.

ever so slowly, he flexes his abdomen as he ruts up into you. you can feel it against you, rigid and hard. the position is comfortable, and safe to relax in. your pussy grateful for the release of tension, loosening with each loving thrust into you. “there, is that better?”

you nod and make a noise of confirmation. when he decides you’re ready, he starts helping you to move too. he pokes around until he finds an angle inside that causes arousal to dampen your conjoined sexes.

“kids. still don’t know patience.”

[aurorawritestoescape]

STEAM || Javier Peña x f!reader || 1,3k

Summary: you take a shower with Javi

Tw: 18+, mdni, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie

A/n: huge thank you to @callachloe for sending this ask and inspiring me to write this🩷 Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

MASTERLIST || same couple - gif blurb || shaving Javi

You can’t believe that the wait is over. His hands all over you are drawing needy whimpers out of your open mouth, his eager lips sliding along your neck, his hard cock thumping between your wet heated bodies.

Javi led you to the shower as soon as you arrived at your place from the office. As always in separate cars. Now bathing in the steamy air, he’s kissing you with passion, your body caged by his tall frame against the shower wall. The water is hitting his back, warm rivulets flowing down his broad torso. His body against yours feels so good, you might as well be in heaven or under a waterfall in a tropical paradise and not in your tiny bathroom on the outskirts of the city.

Javi’s hands are roaming your sides, back, squeezing your asscheeks, kneading your slippery breasts. You feel him everywhere and melt under his scorching touch. Your needy whimpers and his low growls merge into a symphony of lust and pleasure, reverberating through the room. Being on the edge from teasing you all day, unable to act on his desires, bound by your shared secret, Javi finally has you to himself, and his every movement is charged with a need to satiate his hunger.

He grabs his cock and pushes the tip between your pussy lips, making you gasp when the fat head bumps into your clit, that is buzzing with arousal, ready to send your nerves ablaze from the lightest stimulation.

“Wanted you so fucking bad—been driving me crazy— naughty girl.”

You choke on another moan and mumble, through heavy breathing.

“Me? You’ve been taunting me all day.”

He pulls away from you to let his dark eyes slide up and down your naked body. You seize this moment to take him in as well- his handsome face, his toned shoulders and chest, his golden skin, glistening with water droplets. You can’t help but let your gaze follow the path of his damp happy trail that leads to his gorgeous hard cock. Just like whiskey that you love licking off Javi’s lips, the sight of his beauty intoxicates you, makes you bolder than you really are.

“You’ve been so cruel to me, Javi,” you tut with a playful smile.

This immediately feels like a mistake when the man replies to your fake scolding with a smirk. The punishment comes fast. Javi pinches your hard nipple, and a pathetic moan crawls up your throat when he twitches it between the pads of his fingers. A hot lightning of arousal shoots through your body and your knees almost buckle. Javi hastily presses his hips against yours, keeping you steady and cups your pussy with his free hand.

“Javiiii,” you whine when his thumb starts stroking your clit, his digits not leaving your stiff nipple. He leans closer to you and as his hot breath fans your lips, he whispers,

“Remind me who wanted to keep us a secret, baby? Believe me I’d rather show everyone who this pussy belongs to.”

He claims his possession by inserting two fingers into your sopping hole and starts fingering you, not letting go of your tit.

“Hate the way some of them look at you. Like they have a chance.”

He curls his digits inside you, immediately finding your g-spot. You’re trying to stay upright, your hands gripping Javi’s broad shoulders while his fingers are fucking into you relentlessly, pushing you higher towards your peak.

“Do they have a chance, beautiful?”

Drowning in pleasure, you shake your head, mumbling ‘no’s in a trembling voice.

His lips brush against your whimpering mouth, and he gruffs,

“That’s right, baby. So how about I fuck you tomorrow in my office so everyone could hear that you’re mine?”

The image appearing in your mind makes your pussy clamp around his moving fingers.

“No, Javi— no—I can’t—we shouldn’t.”

You’re barely able to protest, so far gone in the pleasure. Javi lets go of your nipple and his hand slithers down to grab your ass. He tilts your hips to make your orgasm unforgettable before you feel his lips move against your cheek.

“That’s what you said the night I kissed your pretty pussy for the first time. Maybe I shouldn’t listen to you.”

The memory of that night overflows the glass of your pleasure and you come with your loud moan ringing in the bathroom, until Javi shuts you down with a passionate kiss.

Your core is still pulsating when he lifts your trembling body and throws your arms and legs around him. You’re trying to hold on but your limbs possess no strength. He fucked it out of you with his fingers, his mouth, his lustful glances.

He manhandles you into the position he wants and with his hands under your ass he practically seats you down on his throbbing cock.

His half grunt-half moan vibrates against your lips and you echo him with your sweet noises. Your pussy’s fluttering around his manhood, welcoming it.

“Ohh, baby. So tight and wet. Fuck.“

You moan the name of your lover, filled with his cock to the limit, and tilt your head back in ecstasy when he starts moving you up and down his member.

Your back is sliding easily against the wet tiles and with your hand gripping his strong shoulder, you brace the other one against the glass door. It’s not to keep yourself steady, you know he’ll never drop you, but to ground yourself, let the cold wet surface wake you up from your fucked out state. You need to feel Javi sharper, memorize every tiny sensation he’s giving you.

“Yes-yes- yes-,” you chant while he’s thrusting up into you. Soon you get overwhelmed with emotions and tears of pleasure well up in your eyes.

“Javi,” you plead not sure what for.

“Yes, baby, I’m here. You’re taking me so good, my good girl.”

Javi’s close, judging by his strained voice. His grunts are getting louder, in rhythm with him bouncing you on his cock. Your tits are jiggling and he catches your nipple with his mouth, wraps his lips around it and sucks. Your hand flies to his head and you run your fingers through his wet silky hair.

A few thrusts and he presses you hard against the wall, painting your velvet walls white with his hot cum. The pulsations inside you light up your nerves and you explode in unison with Javi, on his cock, hugging him as hard as you can.

Your bodies vibrate with euphoria against each other and your pussy contracts around his stiffness again and again, taking everything he’s giving you, milking him to the last drop.

Gradually you descend back into reality. Javi’s holding you in his arms, while his cock is slowly softening inside you. Your lips gravitate to his, your bodies glued to each other as if you forgot how to be apart.

After a few moments Javi breaks your slow kissing and gently lowers you to your feet. His hands slide up your sides, your shoulders and then wrap around your neck. He’s brushing your jaw with his thumbs and tilts your head to face him.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, mi amor. We have a long night ahead of us.”

You look up at him, mouth agape after hearing what he called you, and Javi smiles and leans down to plant a soft kiss to your lips. Yes, you’re definitely in heaven.

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[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Shameless – Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 warnings: fingering, unprotected p in v, public sex, drug usage, Rafe and Reader are high (you are responsible for your consumption as a reader), teasing, pet names, exhibitionism

📖 based off an ask: hey can u write smth about rafe and his gf at a party and their both high and shes sitting on his lap on the couch while he rubbing on her thigh and shes just all needy until he just says fuck it and pushes her dress up to fuck her not caring about the snall group in the room

✨ Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?” ✨

800 words

Reader’s POV:

“Princess… Mmm’fuck that’s it,” Rafe praises as you grind your needy self on his clothed cock. His fingers leave a bruising grip on both ass cheeks, tucked under your dress.

“I need your cock so bad, Rafe… It’s all I can think about,” you whine as Rafe’s fingers trail up your thighs making your spread legs draw together from sheer want alone. “Please, daddy.”

“So needy f’me tonight, doll. I fuckin’ love it,” Rafe mumbles against your lips before his fingers make their way between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whine breathily, throwing your heavy head back as your high sets in. “I’m not wearing panties-”

“Yo – Can you two calm the fuck down?” Topper sneers, yanking you out of your cocaine and lust-driven haze. You meet Rafe’s eyes, practically black from the drugs, his beautiful blue hue all but gone. A smirk slides across his lips as he moves a little higher, ignoring Top completely.

“There ain’t enough rooms in this house for you, Country Club? Gotta get it on right here?” Barry mocks before sipping his drink.

“You hear somebody, princess? I sure as shit didn’t,” Rafe smiles. “Hold your tits for me,” he mutters before cutting a line on your cleavage. You giggle as he looks back at you hungrily before cleaning it off with his nose, then his mouth.

Rafe’s lips press against yours as he slides a digit into your soaked cunt. He swallows your moan, your parted lips letting his tongue slip through, the remnants of drugs on his lips making your mouth feel numb.

“These two serious?” Kelce chuckles. “Want me to record this for you, Rafey?”

Rafe draws away from your lips, breathing heavily through a cocky smile. “Please.” He lofts his phone in Kelce’s direction, giving you a little wink before getting back to it. “Now where were we?” He jams his finger back in your soaked pussy, making you moan. Your unbridled sounds of pleasure cause the little group of girls behind you to leave.

“You wanna stop?” Rafe mumbles with no intention to do so.

“No, Daddy. I want more,” you smile against his mouth.

“More, huh? Use your words, baby,” he bullies as he plays with your clit, making you whimper.

”Fuck me. I need it.”

“Right here? Right now?” He chuckles breathily.

You nod, letting your eyes fall shut. “Right here. Right now, Rafe. Fuck. Me-”

“Dude…” Topper snickers as he lifts his beer to his lips. “We gettin’ foreplay and everything? Just fuck and get it over with.”

“Shut up, Top,” Rafe sighs in his raspy tone. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

“Everyone can see that,” Topper chuckles in disbelief.

“Yeah, Thornton? Who’s here when he coulda left the second we started. Huh? Perv,” Rafe bullies.

“I’ve been sitting all night. I was here first,” Topper mumbles into his drink making the two of you laugh—Rafe quick to echo his words mockingly against your lips.

You tug at the button of Rafe’s chinos, lowering his zipper. Rafe adjusts slightly, pulling you closer, releasing his cock. You moan at the sight of it, his fat cockhead already leaking precum. You swipe your finger across it, drawing it between your lips.

“Give me your pussy, baby. C’mon,” Rafe sighs impatiently as you dip him into your warmth. Just a tease on his tip as you line your body up in the perfect position. Rafe pitches his hips up, penetrating you deeply causing you to gasp.

“Mmm… That felt so fucking good, Daddy,” you praise.

“Yeah, baby. You like that?” He groans as he starts thrusting up into you. You kiss him roughly, your tongues moving in succession, hands in his hair. “Bounce for me. Hmm?” Rafe breathes through a smirk.

You lower your weight on top of him, mouth falling into a soft “o” as his eyes roll back. You lean into his lips, brushing yours against his. “Such a big cock, daddy,” You whisper into your kiss before giving his lip a soft bite and a tug.

You start to bounce on his dick, letting your ass clap against his thighs. Rafe chuckles darkly, listening to your drenched pussy squelch for all to hear.

“Grind on me, princess,” Rafe groans. You start rolling and grinding your hips on top of him. Rafe’s dick hits all the right spot, making you claw at his polo. He pushes you back slightly, shamelessly watching you work, his cock glistening with your essence as you feel yourself nearing your peak.

“M’gonna cum, baby,” you whimper.

“In front of all these people, baby doll… Shittt… I knew you were my girl.”

Rafe overpowers you, setting the pace, watching your face; responding to your pleasure. “Right there, Rafe”, you plead as your orgasm teetering right on the edge of ecstacy. He spanks your ass roughly. “More,” you beg. His hand meets your skin again, rougher than the first, causing you to cry out making the boys snicker amongst themselves.

“My girl sounds good. Huh?” He boasts. “Mmm… Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.”

“Rafe… I-” You lose all control, throwing your head back as you dissolve in pleasure, bouncing on top of him.

“Fuckkk,” he moans deeply as his eyes pinch shut, surrendering to his climax as well.

Rafe’s eyes flutter open, his lap a wet mess from you. He reaches over, stealing the cig off Topper’s hand, popping it between his lips as he looks back at you. He retrieves the drugs from his pants pocket, dangling in front of your fucked-out gaze. “Ready for more?”

[mystra-midnight]

Holy Roar

summary: eddie watched your face—the way your mouth twisted and tears dripped from the corners of your eyes because of the over stimulation. he listened to your wild breaths and felt how your body begged for mercy while your soul screamed for more, more, more.

tags: 18+ only. unprotected sex; p in v. praise kink. pet names; good girl, sweet girl, baby. overstimulation. mentions of squirting if you squint. teeth-rotting fluff. eddie being a simp for his girl. soft!eddie but also hints of mean/dom!eddie.

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: eddie might not be religious but he's pretty sure heaven is between your thighs. requested by anon, thank you so much. <3 i needed a reason to be sappy and sweet today after all the drama going on. also, for the record. this was meant to be a drabble but evidently i have no self control.

Eddie Munson wasn't religious, but he did believe in heaven.

He'd swear up and down that he'd seen heaven, and no one had been able to convince him otherwise. The truth was, when he was buried in the tight warmth of your pussy with your arms wrapped around him, he could hear the sound of angels singing. It was a beautiful melody, a crescendo that rang in his ears and brought him to tears.

When he was with you, wrapped in the velvet embrace of your walls, his face hidden against the slope of your neck, the world would melt away. Nothing else mattered in those moments. He wasn’t alone, and he wasn’t a freak; he was just Eddie, and you were just you, and when he moved in you, the holy dark moved too.

And when you came, trembling and twitching beneath him, with pretty moans and whimpers pouring from your kiss-bitten lips, it was like he was born again. When he watched your features twist with rapture, he saw the world through brand new eyes—eyes that were filled with the vision of only you, an angel come to life beneath him, your holy light shining so brightly that he wasn’t sure you were real.

He often had to remind himself that you were.

Sometimes Eddie had to pinch himself just to convince himself that you weren't a beautiful, haunting illusion about to slip through his fingers. It was why he touched you with greedy hands at every opportunity. He touched you because he could, gripping the fat of your thighs, the curve of your hips, the pudge of your stomach, your tits, your cheeks, and your hands.

He was never cruel. Firm, yes; mocking, sometimes, but he could never hurt you. Eddie would hold you with strong hands that never stilled unless he was pounding into you, forcing unholy moans from your pretty mouth.

And unless he was kissing you, his tongue in your mouth, twirling and dancing with yours, he couldn’t stay silent. Eddie loved to whisper sweet nothings in between searing kisses. He would growl in your ear while carving his way to your guts. He would babble mindlessly as he chased his orgasm, fucking you through one, then a second, and then a third.

Some nights he was wild and untamed, whereas others he was kind and gentle.

No matter what, it was always a religious experience.

And tonight was no different.

Eddie had you on your back with your hands pinned above your head; he was holding both of your wrists in one of his larger hands. Your legs were around his waist, and the heels of your feet were pressing into his backside to draw him deeper as he rolled his hips and found that sweet spot that made you sing. Tears ebbed at your lash line, and he chased each one that fell with an eager tongue.

It was a cool evening in Hawkins, Indiana. Sometime past ten, a light rain had settled over the town. Eddie could hear the pitter-patter of droplets as they hit the roof of the caravan, the slide as they cascaded down the awnings, and the splatter as they hit the ground. The window was open, and a cool breeze was playing with the curtains, leaving his sweat-slicked skin goosepimpled.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured. His voice was rough and heavy with lust. “Can’t believe you’re mine,” he continued, mumbling the words against the slope of your neck, where he scrapped his teeth over your racing pulse. You arched beneath him when he dragged a ringed hand down your body, cruising from your throat to your chest, where he paused to brush a thumb over your peddled nipple before tugging on it a little meanly.

He listened to the way your breath hitched and the needy moan that tumbled past your lips when he moved his hand lower to the apex of your thighs. Eddie Munson was a simple man who loved you in this state—cock-drunk and floating in the clouds.

He loved to watch you come undone for him. He loved the way your back would arch, the way your muscles would tighten and flex, how you pulled him in and pushed him away when the pleasure mounted, and the way you couldn’t seem to get enough air while riding each orgasm. He couldn’t get enough of you; he was addicted to you.

“Bet you’re sensitive, baby.” Eddie said, gliding his pointer and ring finger on either side of your clit, which was still buzzing from the last orgasm he’d pulled from the depths of your soul. He felt you twitch beneath him, heard the sharp intake of breath, and heard the muffled whine that escaped your pretty mouth. “But look at you—still s’fucking wet. You’ve soaked the sheets, girl. But you're gonna cum again, aren’t you? Good, I need to hear those pretty sounds.”

He posed it as a question, but he wasn’t asking. Eddie took advantage of your delirious state, licking a long, wet strip up the column of your throat and moaned deeply as he savoured the sweat-slicked taste of your skin. Eddie didn't care that you were sweaty, that you were dishevelled, or that you were making a mess of his sheets. He cared that you were here and that you were beneath him.

He watched your face as he rolled his hips, his cock piercing through your velvet walls and his balls slapping against your ass as he drove deeper. Your lips parted in a perfect 'o', and you squirmed, straining to close your legs only to find his slim waist holding them open as a familiar heat sparked to life between your hips.

“I can’t.”

He said the words with you, as he already knew that you would say them. Eddie Munson was a menace that ruled your life, and you were a marionette on a string, so sweet and eager to please him. He could play you like a fiddle. He knew what words built you up and which ones sent you tumbling down again. As though to prove this, he circled his fingers around your clit, slick with arousal, left, then right, then spread them again, trapping your clit between his fingers with just a hint of pressure.

You keened loudly, throwing your head back and exposing your throat—an invitation that he quickly accepted. Eddie smeared hot, wet kisses along your skin, listening to the whimpers and whines that spilt from your lips as he rubbed your nub, enjoying the way you tugged at your wrists and writhed beneath him. “S’too much, Eddie. Eddie, please, please.”

You sounded so pretty when you begged; your voice was breathless and ethereal as you begged for something you couldn't decide on. Mercy or more—you didn't know.

But he did.

"You can," he replied. Eddie buried his face against your neck, his hot breath balmy against your skin, as he nuzzled his nose below the curve of your jaw before sucking a dark mark into your skin. "Just one more, I promise, baby, then I'll let you rest." It was the devil's lie, one that came easily from his tongue.

Eddie Munson was an addict, and you were his drug of choice. In truth, he knew that he would be going to hell, so he was going to enjoy heaven while he could. He kissed you without warning. Hard, slowly, thoroughly, just because he could. It made you moan and made your toes curl.

“Need you to cum again—fuck—just one more, that’s all I want."

“Mhmm, okay,” you whimpered, high-pitched and breathless, as he moved his fingers in tight circles around your nub, switching direction once, then twice. And then he moved. Eddie sat back on his haunches, threw your legs over his shoulders, and pulled you closer so that he could drive deeper, until you felt him in your lungs.

Your obedience and willingness made him smile. Eddie licked your calf, his teeth scraping teasingly at your ankle. Your pussy clenched hotly around his aching length. "You're such a good girl, aren’t you? S’fucking pretty, s’fucking sweet. Fuck, I love you,” he rambled, lost in the moment. The taste of you swimming in his mouth and the sight of you flooding his eyes were too much for him to bear.

You were beautiful; an angel trapped it in a rhapsody of pleasure—all his. Eddie pulled out slowly, your velvet heat clutching at his cock. He watched with wide and wondrous eyes as your hole clenched and winked at him, but it was the combination of pre-cum and slick dripping from you—the way it slid down the crack of your ass and joined the mess you'd made of the sheets—that broke his resolve.

The groan that clawed up the back of his throat was something feral and all-consuming, calling to something buried inside of you. Your answering whine was desperate. Eddie grabbed your jaw, his thumb dragging over your lower lip, so that he could watch the blissed expression in your eyes as he filled you again, hard and to the brim. "Look at you, girl, so cum-drunk that you're leaking on my cock. My pretty, perfect girl."

Time began to slow down. Heat slithered like a snake through your veins, slow to start as it set your body aflame, and then faster, striking with venom and fangs until your eyes rolled so far back that Eddie was sure you'd see your own brain. You were in a trance, and it was no one but Eddie’s fault.

You couldn’t answer him, even if you had wanted to. Each time he fucked into you, his cock spearing through your walls and reaching the depths of your being, the air was forced from your lungs, leaving you breathless and floating higher in the sky. He left a trail of wet kisses along your ankle, lapping at each bite with an eager tongue while he found your mound with the opposite hand, thumb swiping left and right, then, round and round, your clit.

The piston of his hips didn’t slow when you pushed against his abdomen, nails scratching the surface of his skin as though you wanted to burrow beneath it and live there. Eddie watched your face—the way your mouth twisted and tears dripped from the corners of your eyes because of the over stimulation. He listened to your wild breaths and felt how your body begged for mercy while your soul screamed for more, more, more.

“Too much, Eddie,” you gasped, all breathless and sweet. Eddie smiled down at you, a beautiful lopsided grin that had the snake in your veins pulling tighter. It was so tight now that you thought you might die—that your bones would break and your heart would give. But the look in your eyes—that sly come-hither stare—told him you needed that release almost as much as you needed to breathe.

"You're going to be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? You're squeezing my dick so tight, baby, you're going to fucking break it.�� Eddie chortled. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripped from his nose, and landed on your chest as he bent to brush his mouth against yours. Your legs fell from his shoulders, knees coming to rest in the crook's of his arms as he shadowed over you like a perfect machiavellian devil.

His lips smashed against yours in a kiss made entirely of tongue, teeth, and saliva. It was messy, sloppy, and desperate, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips when you finally parted. Eddie was lost, chasing his own release that was hurtling towards him like a semi with its brakes cut.

And then it happened, all at once and without warning.

One moment you grabbed at him, clawing at his back and pulling on his hair, and then you were breathless, your limbs locked and your head thrown back. It was like the sky split open and a bolt of lightning speared through you, connecting with that sweet spot Eddie was abusing, only to arch throughout your body. You came screaming his name, and it was the sound of heaven, and he rejoiced.

"You're so good to me, sweet girl," Eddie said. His lips left a trail of blistering kisses from your chin, down your jaw, and to your neck, where he hid his face against your sweat-slicked skin. His breath was wild and balmy as he panted against your skin. His muscles twisted and knotted as the force of his impending orgasm grew. "I'm going—fuck—I'm going to marry you. I'm going to put a ring on your finger and buy you a fucking house."

And he meant it. If there was one thing on God's green earth that Eddie Munson was completely and irrevocably certain about, it was you. He was going to make you his wife. He was going to give you his name. He was going to give you his kids.

He felt you grab him again, your nails reclaiming their position on his shoulders as the world started to fade into background ambience. A haze overcame his vision, glowing orange from the fire raging within him. And then the tension in his body broke, ricocheting through him with the force of a hurricane.

Eddie speared through your walls one last time before settling deep within you, so deep that you could feel him pressing against the back of your throat. His weight above you was like a weighted blanket that is smothering but comfortable. It kept you grounded while you ride the coattails of your orgasm. Eddie came with a guttural groan, his abdominal muscles flexing as he filled you with thick ropes of his seed.

Seconds slid into minutes before he withdrew and collapsed to the bed at your side. The sheets were a mess at the foot of the bed, and the sound of the rain was louder now. The room smelled like sweat, sex, and fresh rain. You were both quiet as you floated through the clouds, content to lay side-by-side and let the silence bloom. There was nothing either of you had to say—the moment was already perfect because, while Eddie Munson wasn't religious, he did believe in heaven.

And with you, he felt born again.

tags: @hideoutside

[doki-doki-imagines]

Not sure if you take requests but could you write about Shang Tsung (and others) with breeding kink?🙏

feat. Shang Tsung, Bi-Han, Liu Kang, Syzoth (aka the guy I think would be into it)

tw: smut, afab!reader

author note: requests are open! It's been a while since I wrote smut, I hope you'll like these.

Shang Tsung: -He is staining your soul, putting his seed of evil into you. -The thought gives him goosebumps, his right hand keeping your leg up and open wide, while to other play with your nipple and at the same time pushes your back against his front. -The hand that way playing with your chest slides lower, now drawing patterns on your tummy that in a few month will be round and full. -Shang Tsung bites his lower lip, and close tight his eyes, it's a sinful thought that is bringing him too fast to the end. -"Let me cum inside, you want it too right? You always tell me, don't you remember?" He whispers into your ear, voice weavering at each of his thrust in your core. -You seriously don't remember ever telling him that, but you nod, too fucked, too lost in the throes of pleasure to formulate a coherent thought. -"I knew it, you will be an excellent brood mare." He smirks, wide and wicked. -Shang Tsung almost hope he didn't impregnate you this time, the idea so good he wants to try again and again. -Not that he will stop anyway…

Bi-Han: -He is the Grandmaster, you know? He needs heirs! -But Bi-Han isn't doing this to follow orders, his eyes liquid lust while looking at your soft body, phrases way too broken and badly formulated to be of a man following his duty. -"I'll make you full of my cum, I'll fuck you so good-" The sudden grip of your core make Bi-Han stops in his track, lost in the pleasure of your pussy suiting his cock like a glove. -It's not like you are doing any better, legs up his shoulders, hands scratching his biceps the only stable thing to keep you anchored to this moment, mind wandering in the sea of bliss at each of his hard thrusts. -Bi-Han can't stop thinking of your chest, filled to the brim with milk, soft and round begging to be touched, nipples hard desperate for some attention, tummy full of yours and his child. -His mind plays a dirty trick and he cums with just one last thrust, falling on top of you, groaning into your neck, while he fills you with his cum. -"Keep it all in, don't make a single drop fall."

Liu Kang: -He waited his entire life to be in peace and in love. Now it's time to step up the game. -The idea of you carrying his baby, your entire body glowing of happiness make his brain vessels close really fast, blood flowing to his crotch pathetically fast. -That's why now you are on your hands and knees, taking him like a champ, his thrusts hard and fast, the fat of your ass red from the slaps you counted a minute ago, the sound you are both making obscenely lewd. -Liu Kang isn't a gentleman. He is a man with a goal that he needs to accomplish if he doesn't want to become crazy. -Something that you already are, tears running down your face, drool escaping your open mouth, moans escaping freely. -"Please, lemme cum-" You sob "I've been good." You gasp out. -Liu Kang whines after hearing your voice. You always sound so good, and he is too weak to you. -"Take it all, my darling, you can do it. I know it." He prompts you on, close to the end himself. -And you do, not even a sound escapes your mouth, too tired and desperate, total opposite of Liu Kang whom cum into you, an high pitched moan blessing your ears. -You lay down, knees and arms weak after the intense session, trying to stabilise your breath, while your lover stay behind you, pulling out and admiring his work. -Liu Kang notices some cum rolling down your core, so he scoop it up with his index and middle finger to plunge it inside you again, earning him a whine. -"Don't waste any of it, keep it inside. It's holy, you know?"

Syzoth: -He gets a bit insane thinking of you having his kids, honestly. -That's why for the longest time, Syzoth won't say anything and keep this thought for himself, ashamed you may get scared. -But then he finds out you share his kink and his wall drop. But he'll ask to repeat yourself because Syzoth thinks his intrusive thought pulled a bad joke on him. -Syzoth prefers to enjoy his kink when he isn't in "heat", when his mind is a bit more stable and he can control himself a bit more. You tell him he is fine either way, but please respect his decision one step at a time. -Doesn't mean Syzoth won't rock your world anyway; you should know how hot your shy boy is. -Syzoth would bite your neck, tell him if he is being too rough, he may not be in "heat," but the blood isn't pumping only in his brain right now. -Don't tap out! For lizards, it means you are being submissive, and it is like an okay sign to keep going, Syzoth didn't agree on a safe word with you just for fun. -"You are so fucking big-" You turn your head back as best as you can, face still pushed into the mattress, voice almost a little whine "Fill me up, please cum inside!" -Syzoth doesn't have to mind to reply, but he understands enough to act, filling you to the brim, the idea of your full tummy and soft glow the last push he needed.

[philistiniphagottini]

So I may have a thing for Scar and I got so annoyingly horny for him that I'm going to make y'all suffer with me. I just... I need this man collar and leashed and grinding against me until my bones turn to dust. I hope you enjoy. Please indulge my wuwa brain rot as I slowly make my way through the game <3

cw. smut, intercrural (thigh fucking), dirty talk, pussy slapping ((like, two taps)), female reader, implied chubby reader, MDNI

“Say, when I put my cock in, how far do you think I can make it in that pretty, little pussy?”

You could feel the heat of Scar's breath licking at the shell of your ear as he stood behind you, arms secured around your waist as he held you tight. Your breathing wavered, a pleasant tingle rippling down your back and causing your toes to curl as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You shuddered in his grasp, a small whine crawling out of your parched throat as his hips bumped into your plush rump. You could feel heat curling in the pit of your stomach, your blood simmering hotly in your veins as Scar sandwiched his boiling cock between your plump thighs. All you could do was squirm; so pleasantly helpless against him as you cast your lidded gaze downward, fire burning your cheeks and turning the tips of your ears hot as he languidly wedged his fat cock between your legs. Your spine tingled with violent rattles as he blew air against your ear, teeth playfully gnawing on the lobe as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips. His question was left unanswered, but he was far from done with playing with his new, favourite toy.

Your pulse fluttered in your ears, heart beating wildly as a hum rumbled in his chest, the vibrations dancing along the ridges of your spine as the hot coil knotted in your belly. He continued to drag his cock through your creamy folds, a devious smirk lighting his features as he hooked his chin on your shoulder and watched what was happening between your thighs with rapt attention. You swallowed thickly, tasting desire lingering in the back of your throat as the tip of his drooling cock teased the pretty pearl of your clit, dragging another pleased moan from your bruised lips. Your hands blindly grasped at him behind you, fingers tangling in his clothes and trying to anchor to his hips as you held on for dear life. Your knees were starting to wobble and you didn't know how much longer you could stand before they gave out.

Every nerve in your body was set on edge as Scar raised his hand, sharp claws glinting under the dim light as he brought his hand to your chest. He flicked a single, rosy tip as you whimpered, your nipples pebbling in the cold despite the heat of a raging inferno searing your skin. Your hips ache as you weakly rolled and you were convinced your bones were going to turn to dust from the sparking friction created between your bodies moving in tandem. Your dazed mind snapped back to attention as Scar squeezed your chest, your tit eagerly jumping into the warm touch of his hand as he cupped it with his palm. Jolts of electricity raced down your back as Scar placed a delicate kiss to your skin, your pulse jumping under the press of his mouth as his hand suddenly started to travel lower. His fingers danced along your torso, nails lightly raking over your skin as his fingers walked down to your stomach. His nails intimately pressed into your skin as he dragged them over the sumptuous v-line of your body, a sound akin to a purr bubbling up his throat as he stared down at you with a lust filled haze. You had difficultly seeing his face, even as you tried to tilt your head and catch a glimpse of the expression he was holding. Perhaps it was a good thing you didn't see the crazed look in his eye, nor the love sick grin that split his lips.

“Do you think I could reach here?” Scar asked, continuing with his earlier question.

His fingers pressed against the soft pudge of your belly, drawing a line across your pubic bone. Your soused walls clenched around nothing as he whispered your name with a husky purr, a hint of desperation seeping into the tone as his sharp nails continued to draw patterns into your skin. Wisps of his hair tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his body curling as he rested more of his weight on you and his hips dug into the round globes of your ass cheeks with a resounding smack. You whimpered, a constellation of tears clinging to your lashes as your core throbbed, your arousal dripping down your quaking things and staining the length of his cock with the translucent strings. Another thoughtful noise stirred in Scar's throat as he gnawed on the skin of your shoulder, dragging his nails further up your body until he could feel you quivering against him.

“Or do you think I could reach here?” he asked with a playful lilt.

His fingers circled around your navel before he rest his hand on your stomach, squeezing the soft flesh until your skin spilled over the splayed digits of his long fingers. The tips of your fingers felt numb as he continued to drag his cock along the drooling seam of your cunt and you struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to offer him an answer. Not that Scar seemed to mind. He was having too much fun watching you slowly crumble as he intimately picked you apart at the seams, one fraying thread at a time.

“Would you like that?” Scar mused. “Would like it if I gave your womb a little present?”

You moaned loudly in response, thrashing in his hold as you tried to twist around in his tight grip. All you could manage was a weak nod of your head, your core throbbing desperately as his sultry words spun around and around in your head like a broken record. The mere thought alone was going to be your undoing.

“Scar” you gasped loudly, voice scratching your throat and leaving behind a horrible itch. “Gonna…”

Your voice got stuck in your throat once more as Scar hummed a playful tune, signalling you had his attention. But you couldn't force the rest of your words out. You moaned sharply as his cock pressed against the slick, aching nub of your clit once more, kissing the tender nerve in just the right way that had you coming undone in an instant. You trembled violently as stars swirled in your vision, the coil in your stomach shattering as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. You tried your best to hump his cock stuffed between your thick thighs, grinding your swollen clit against his achingly hard flesh as your slick juices gushed from your core like a sweet nectar. Scar cooed in delight at the sight, eagerly reaching his hand between your sticky thighs as the sharp thrust of his hips came to a halt.

“Look at you~” he cooed.

His fingers spread apart the puffy folds of your soaked lips, pearls of your orgasm sticking to the tips of his fingers like the fine silk of a spider's web as your plush walls fluttered and pulsed. You restlessly rubbed your thighs together, pulling a soft groan from Scar’s lips as you squeezed his cock. He clicked his tongue behind his teeth as he dipped his fingers into your sticky folds, your arousal dripping from you like honey. He squished his cheek against yours fondly, teeth and tongue nipping and laving at the side of your jaw.

“Is my pretty baby hungry for me?” he cooed, his tone bordering on the edge of mocking but not quite dipping its toes in.

The smouldering embers in your belly were slowly stoked back into a fierce flame as Scar flicked his finger against the nub of your clit. The tightly packed bundle of nerves came roaring back to life as he slapped his hand over your drenched cunt, shocking your overstimulated nerves into overdrive. You shrieked and the sound was like a chime from a shimmering bell. He chuckled darkly, his cock throbbing harshly as he brought the palm of his hand down on your pussy once more, enjoying the little jolts of your muscles as you mewled for more of his touch. He buried his nose in your soft hair as his lips kissed your temple, hands squeezing your soft stomach with a fierce possessiveness that no one could rival.

“Our little game is far from over, sunshine~”

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(NSFW) Perfect Match - Tighnari x Fem!Tighnarian!Reader

A/N: Here's the third fem reader post for the few that happen to be on this blog. It's been some time since I last wrote a fic like this, but it's always nice to have a switch of perspective. As usual, and especially with this one as fem reader is not my forte, I'd really appreciate any thoughts and feedback you might have. Enjoy! CW: Tighnari is a little feral, reader and Tighnari go into heat, the usual smut.

Tighnari is such a contrast. Daily, he's quiet, patient and gentle (unless the circumstances demand something more than words), but when the heat grows, he turns just a little bit feral with you. 

The reason? Simple - he loves you. Oh, yeah, and the hormones also play a part in melting his needy brain. 

You've been together for some time now and Tighnari's instincts gave you the tag of his mate and he acted accordingly long before really acknowledging this. And, speaking honestly, he doesn't mind acting a little instinctual as long as you're fine with it. 

Keeping you close and protecting you is what he is meant to do with you as his female. Tighnari frequently takes the initiative in simple, everyday matters. Need to get out of a crowd? He's already holding your hand and guiding you safely through the people to a quieter place. When cuddling in bed, he always shifts to be the big spoon, security your smaller, warm body in his hold, close - just as you should be. If there is any imminent danger, you'll quickly find yourself gently pushed back behind him by his arm.  

He'll get possessive at times too. When he notices any other male forest rangers eyeing you with the curiosity you've got accustomed too - ears and a tail as beautiful as yours draw attention, obviously - his hand will make its way to your hip and stay there. When it's the heat season, Tighnari will also get quite defensive with you. If anybody is as little as unkind to you, he will step in to get them off your back. With all this comes a little bit of obvious suspicion, but simple communication is always enough to ease his worries about any of the other men you’re colleagues or friends with. 

Does it all bother you? Oh, not at all! How could it when every inch of him just radiates this unexplainable male allure you can't get enough of? 

There's something fascinating about the way he carries himself that you can't quite explain. It's how decisive he is, it's in the unique tone of his voice, it's in his subtly dominant nature. Your eyes pick up seemingly trivial things that you can't help but marvel at. You love how strong he is, be that due to his Vision or just how he is - nothing makes you more excited than being picked up (and pinned down too!). He does this with such ease too…

Being a young hybrid, Tighnari has his needs that, if not satiated, make him grumpy and quite irritated. If you're not feeling like it, he'll understand - as any good partner should. Which doesn't mean he won't be disappointed, mind you. A horny Tighnari significantly increases your chances of stumbling upon him furiously stroking himself or hearing his needy moans in the night as he blows another unsatisfying load. 

Even though his hand was enough to keep his lust at bay, it was hardly satisfying. Luckily, the days of jerking the edge off are gone now. Why cum into a tissue when he can empty his balls inside you? Compared to his hand your fertile, warm and wet pussy feels like absolute heaven…

… And his fat, pulsating cock is the ideal extinguisher for the fire in your womb. Your hybrid nature leaves you just as prone to bursts of irresistible arousal as him. Your heat might be a single month at the start of the year, but living alongside a fellow tighnarian makes your brain buzz with hormones. 

Between the two of you, there's a simple rule - when you're horny, you fuck. He knows well that when his thoughts wander, there's no way of fighting them off. That's when he'll signal his needs to you. Looking at you with those smug bedroom eyes, for example, is a clear sign that Tighnari would like to see you on the bed head-down-ass-up in the immediate future. 

Usually, it's your smell that catches his attention. His sensitive nose can pick it up flawlessly each time. Your scent is gentle, with only the slightest hint of musk included in the mix. You'll find Tighnari cuddling especially tightly in the mornings or after physical activity when your pheromones are at their strongest. It won't take much time for his hands to wander and his cock to harden. 

His scent is the perfect moisturizer for your pussy, yes, but it's also a little bothersome. Because. It. Is. Everywhere. On the pillows, on the couch, on the chairs, inside every room from the bedroom down to even the closet. In the first two months of the year it's just straight up impossible to ignore it or distract yourself from your husband's pheromones. Sometimes you're wondering if your ancestors were idiotic enough to not breed by themselves,  forcing evolution into giving them this neuron activation upon catching a whiff of dick or pussy. 

For example, doing laundry is tricky to do without getting flustered or horny. Tighnari’s musk is, obviously, the strongest on his clothes. So whenever you pick up one of his shirts or boxers and your sensitive nose finds just how strong his smell is, you suddenly become flustered and very interested in what's under the pair he is wearing right now. 

Luckily for you, Tighnari is a good husband and will fuck his cute little wife senseless when she needs it, and you’re more than glad to return the favour when he is in need. It's a simple instinct. You're his mate, and he is yours. Your scents are impossible to ignore, sending the more primal parts of your brains a simple message - you're both young, beautiful, healthy and ready to breed. Around him, your pussy clenches at nothing, your womb longing to be filled with baby-making cum, and around you his balls ache from all the creamy, virile seed he is making for you. 

This awareness, awareness of you being ripe for the picking, makes you irresistible for him. 

Although Tighnari's cock might be average in size, what he lacks in length he makes up for in sex drive and pure ferocity. He can fuck fast and he can fuck hard. He won't be stopping himself from manhandling you - you'll surely be surprised by just how strong a male like him can be. Whatever playful resistance efforts you may make and regardless of how much force you put into them, Tighnari will just growl and pin you down every single time. 

Primal play always gets him hot and bothered. In bed, he's the natural lead. He's the hungry predator, and you're his cute little prey. Struggle all you can, but at the end there's no escape from a thorough breeding. His hybrid stamina lets him cum again and again with barely any downtime between powerful orgasms that fill your insides with warm cum. 

His go to position is prone bone. Having your smaller, feminine body pinned under his weight, your hands locked under his and your pretty mouth desperately biting the sheets as he forces his swollen knot in and out of you drives him positively feral. Doggy style is also quite fun. Grabbing your tail and pulling it away to reveal your tight little asshole and drenched pussy lips is extremely satisfying. Sometimes he grabs your head and pulls it back, thoroughly enjoying the sight of your long ears folding in submission. 

While he isn't too much into receiving oral, he won't ever pass up the opportunity to feast on your pussy. If you give him the chance to, you'll find Tighnari greedily lapping at your folds, drinking up your scent and arousal like a parched man. When you sit on his face, you'll have a nice view of his cock, swollen, twitchy and overflowing with precum, just waiting to nestle in between your warm lower lips. How can this sight make you anything but absolutely crazy for his dick? You'll often find yourself locked in a sixty-nine with both of you furiously licking each other with your rough tongues. If he couples it with a passionate fuck afterwards, you'll be lucky to have your pretty legs work in the morning. 

But it is in January and February when your lust really makes an appearance. These two months are usually taken out of the calendar for you two - being apart from each other during your heat after having tasted what having a mate feels like is torture. Not even the best toys can replace him - they won't ever mimic his warmth, his desperate and frustrated groans, his arms locking your body in place or his ears, trembling and folding from the pleasure as he breeds you. 

His instincts tell him to pump a litter or two into your womb, and he'll announce his needs to you, whether you decide to go through with it or not. A condom or a pill is an absolute must if you want to be safe - it's usually very difficult to keep yourself from letting the lust take full control. It's absolutely not because your pussy milks him and throbs so much, desperate to suck him in just that millimeter deeper and get absolutely pumped with his baby making milk and end up leg locking him. 

Mornings with Tighnari are always fun, regardless of the season. You'll sometimes wake up to the sensation of him rubbing his length along your ass, moaning your name softly into your ear and asking, begging to be let in. You usually let him - it's not like you're not guilty of blowing him awake either. Whoever is the “waker-up”, they can certainly expect a wonderful, lazy morning breeding.

Thanks for reading!

[13curses]

౨ৎ ‧₊�� ⋅ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐘! ✗ geto suguru (𝟏𝟖+)

MDNI ⸝⸝ f!reader ⸝ creampie ⸝ unprotected sex ⸝ riding ⸝ suguru loves u so much ⸝ m!dom x f!sub ⸝ praise ⸝ dirty talk ⸝ implied multiple rounds, cunnilingus & cum eating

synopsis ꒱ your first time riding suguru. ᡣ𐭩 wc ꒱ 1.7k

you've been meaning to moan out your readiness for riding him long before the orgasm he's just yielded from you, but the post-climax cooldown made you huff, puff, then whimper shyly. suguru immediately adjusted to your command: he removed his sticky cock, creating a sopping sound as it was soaked from the mixture of both your arousals.

pulling you into his lap, suguru holds you by the fat of your ass as you kneel on the crumpled bedsheets. a flush goes by your cheeks. you have yet to get used to the feeling of being atop, and you're currently processing it by avoiding eye contact — on the other hand, you're clinging onto suguru's vast shoulders for dear life.

“go on, little one.” he squeezes your flesh, “sink.”

a loud swallow elevates down your throat as you pant. the two of you are sex-crazed, so if you don’t begin the second round soon, he’s surely driving you back to the mattress, drilling into your clammy hole. your pussy is throbbing from having just been used and from the emptiness.

“fuck— mkay.” you exhale, readjusting your position.

in the meantime, your slick is dripping onto suguru’s thighs in strings. for moral support, you lean forward to exchange an untidy kiss, lips creating the wet noise your gummy walls should be designing. any moment now.

“guide me?” you mewl, the sound producing a twitch in his cock.

his hands travel up your lower back, a reassuring caress subduing his carnal drives.

“'f course, baby, how could i not?”

he’s so cocky, but only ‘cause he knows you’re as lustful as him. if you were to back out, he’d be perfectly happy to fuck you in any position that requires you to be below. you scurry closer, and as his tip brushes against your folds, you let out a bewitching moan. you hug suguru’s upper back and he embraces your smaller frame with so much confidence: he’s convinced his baby’s going to do a great job from the get-go.

“that’s it— take me, baby. y’know my cock fits her perfectly, especially when she’s dripping.”

the double-meaning refers to your watery arousal and the load he’s given you.

“it’s not g’na be any different, yeah? just sink, sweetheart.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, your knees buckle, hence your composure is damned. you’re low enough to make suguru feel your hole pulsate with need. his groan echoes in your eardrums.

“fuuuck— sugu—“ your eyebrows clinch, and before you could hover over his shaft, he guides your hips to stay centered. caving in, your legs split further apart.

suguru’s enchanted everytime he witnesses you taking him. he scans your folds splaying across his cock as you descend, eyes far from your hips which he’s controlling. a jack of all trades.

“thaaat’s it..”

your dampness has you sliding down in seconds, half of him already stretching you out. the feeling isn’t strange, the position is; you bite your bottom lip, craving a reassuring glance from suguru. he blinks slowly then meets your eye, full of thirst. he displays an intoxicated grin, pulling you closer by your flexed shoulder blades. suguru rests his chin on your sternum, looking up at you with obsession.

“'s that all, angel?” he taunts, drawing a whimper out of you.

“n–no.. lemme jus'..”

suguru shuts up and before you could use your remaining thinking skills, he’s peppering your neck with warm kisses. you look down to meet his half-lidded gaze. akin to an illusionist, he’s got you dropping on your knees. the fulfillment has got your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, but you must rest your face on his shoulder.

“what a good fuckin' girl.” he praises, caressing your back with a wieldy hand, the other rounded around your thigh. “now– you need to start moving f' me, okay, my angel? make yourself feel good.”

“'n you.” you add, dainty.

a low, but known and sweet chuckle escapes him.

“and me, yeah, but you know i could cum from just your tightness, while we need to hit all your sensitive little spots.”

his hot breath rouses your skin. you straighten your seat, and like you think you’re supposed to do you place your palms on his shoulders. keeping each other close, your breasts stick to his chest. suguru’s hands are cupping your ass once again, ready to control as much of the ride as you need him to. you begin to move rotationally, feeling him up from above. he doesn’t take his watchful gaze off of you, no, he’s comforting you with every carnal glance.

“that’s iiit,” he licks his lips, dry from keeping them agape. his unruly, significant bangs fall on his temple, somehow heightening his attractiveness. seeing him so supportive and sensual gives the pit of your belly a feeling like you’re getting off to his sight.

that feeling advises you to start ebbing, controlling suguru’s cock inside you. the ongoing discovery of this sensation brings a fucked out, dim smile on your face. you yearn to move faster, pants hitching at the cardio.

“slow down,” suguru restraints your hips. “bounce more on me.”

you nod among heavy breaths, wrapping arms around his neck to fix your motion. he places a kiss between your boobs, complimenting you delicately, “get going, precious.”

once he’s stopped you from writhing like pace matters over flexibility, his cock encounters the sweet bump deep within your core. your body jolts in a pleasant shock and a deprived cry escapes your throat.

“oh my gosh— yes! yes!”

suguru holds you by your upper thighs, his knuckles technically a seat for your jiggling ass, looking up at you infatuated.

“yeah? yeah? feels better?”

you can exclusively respond in wails.

“haah–ah! sugu~♡!!”

the sound of your flooding juices echoes off the four walls, not to mention your boobs rising then falling with every pounce. he’s your biggest fucking fan and the correct rhythm composing a cross-eyed, serene view of your face goes straight into his dick. it jerks as much as it can in your narrow, suffocating walls, but it’s enough to make you arch your spine and almost close your legs.

“fuuuck—” he curses, hoarse, “i’m too close—ah fuck!” he moans, lips shaping an O, brows drawing near.

he tries to delay his climax by focusing on seperating your thighs, but alas… they’re gorgeous. spasming every bounce due to your hard work, sweat overlayered with rolls of your wetness, and he’s boring his digits into the flesh, and shit, is that a runnel of his seed from the last round? you’ve kept it so warm inside you that it hasn’t dried and is now splashing out of your cunt?

he can’t avoid the thought of filling you up once more.

“fu–uuck, i have to—ah! you’re doin' so well, doll.. brought me so close, so quick—mmph–!”

you put your hands on his oh-so-firm ones that are arraying veins now. you grip his wrists for balance you have yet to master.

“suguru…” you purr, blinking through blurred lashes to clear your vision, soft whines interrupting your conversation, “c-come.”

he wants to ask back, but he can merely moan in unison with you. your breathing accelerates, and his hold on you travels up your body, stopping at your ribs, thumbs pressing your underboobs. your tempo is behaving so well within his hand placement. you want to compliment it by tracing his hands with yours, but the tightening coil in your stomach has you gasping and circling right back to holding onto his tense shoulders.

suguru’s first orgasm from his pretty baby bouncing on him. he tilts his head back, grits his teeth and plummets upward with his hips, diving into your cervix with a satiated moan. his semen spurts into you, unpausable. his cock was thick enough, but the additional bulky liquid extends the bulge in your lower tummy. certainly, you can’t contain so much while hopping like a bunny in heat to reach your high, so a lot of his white drips out of you, creating cobwebs that thread from your slit to suguru’s crotch.

“s-suguru!! sugusugusugu—“ you repeat desperately, overworking your more than sore thighs. your windblown hair falls onto your face, stuck by sweat, but you do not care how messy and inexperienced you are, you must relieve the knot in your belly.

“'m coming, i’m coming, mwaah— i’m g’na—!”

“cum for me, yeah, give it all t' suguru, go on, pretty baby.” suguru promotes, and the first wave of your orgasm crashes through you in jerks, your back hunches as you embrace suguru.

he embraces you with his massive arm, fucking up into you with long, womb-reaching thrusts to help you through your climax. he has to force you down before you elevate from his dick, unfamiliar with the best way to curve yourself when on top.

“sweet baby~ hold on jus' a little longer. that’s it, fuck me through it, baby love.. yeah, so fuckin' good.”

clamping down on him, a series of sobs overcome you. you nestle to suguru’s face with yours, grinding uncontrollably through the ridges of your release. suguru strokes each knob of your spine with such care, you could fall asleep after the very last tremors of your orgasm finish. you pant in sync, your vocals filled with sensitive whimpers.

palms on his torso, you balance yourself on his heaving chest.

“hnn~ was i any good..?”

suguru scans you like you’re a goddess, listing kisses on your throat and jawline.

“stunning. you did so, so right, sweet little thing.”

you respond in a mewl, brushing his cheek with your nose as you turn your head to swap sloppy kisses.

“i’ve yet to train you, heh,” he adds between tastes of your tongue.

“mmh, not yet, please..” you plead, but you imply another round, during which you’d love to be underneath.

“we have time.” suguru purrs, sickeningly sweet, “besides, i’ve got to reward my favorite girl.”

he pulls your fold with his thumb while the rest of his fingers push on your bladder, causing his cream to ooze out of you, glistening in the moonbeam.

“suguru’s favorite~?”

“mhm. his favorite, with a cherry on top.”

you’re not sure if he’s referring to you or your pussy. either way, he’s about to eat you out until the sheets are pooled with the juices of you both.

[obesogen]

I care more about fat than anything else.

When I make excuses to not see people so I can spend my time just sitting in my room, thinking about obesity and looking at the fattest people ever to be alive, or drawings of people fatter than our present reality allows, I wonder–––

Everyone who knows me knows I'm a bit flaky. A few who know me very well know I am prone to using porn and fantasy to disappear from the world.

No one knows what I really do, though. No one knows how deep this goes, how old it is. No one understands how powerful, how uncontrollable, and how unlimited my lust for fat really is.

They don't know much time I spend every day just thinking about fat. How I spend hours and hours every day and every night looking at photos, videos, gifs, and artwork universally depicting bodies on the furthest, ragged extremes of obesity, and beyond.

They don't know how, if I could find them, I would devote the rest of my life to the care and further fattening of a nearly immobile partner. The thought of my mega obese love rolling down the aisle at our wedding towards me in their extra-wide power wheelchair, sporting enormous, bespoke attire because they are far too fat for any available clothing, immensely fat and soon to be only even more so with me at their side, fills me with such contentment to imagine.

I would cut ties with anyone in my life in a heartbeat for a life spent devoted to my massively obese partner. I see us hiding ourselves away from a world that doesn't understand our love. They swell bigger every day, with every drive-thru run, every pint of ice cream, every 2-liter of soda, hundreds and hundreds of grams of sugar every few hours, practically on a drip.

I care more about fat than anything else.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 28

starring: magneto x male reader

request: X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year old bottom femboy male reader loves that magneto is so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles, magneto loves you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magneto moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto picks reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of cum and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

warnings: smut, cursing, praise kink, daddy kink, face fucking, deep throating, gagging on cock, rough sex, overstimulation, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of wanting to get pregnant, muscle worship, ball sucking, milking cock, fucked unconscious, cock worship, degradation, belly inflation

directors note: i wasn't feeling this at first but then a bitch started to lock in so i kinda really like it

you loved the relationship you had with erik or more formally known as magneto (by enimies and friends) he was older, more mature, and goddamn was he smoking hot, those muscles had you in a grip that you never wanted to escape.

and imagine your surprise when you catch him in the mansions kitchen in nothing but some tight purple underwear getting a drink of whiskey, luckily everyone else was out on some mission and the whole place was empty "well hello handsome" you say with a smirk on your face "hello dear, ah i know that smirk from a mile away, what idea do you have bubbling in that pretty head of yours" he chuckles pulling you into his arm while still taking a sip of his drink.

"well we have the whole mansion to our self so what do you want to do" you say with some lust in your eyes, hand traveling down to grope at his bulge, drawing a sly chuckle out of him "well i think i know something we could do" he kisses you and pushes you down onto your knees, you kissing and licking at his muscles and nipples as you go.

all the way until you get on your knees, you kiss at his large straining bulge before pulling the small piece of fabric down, his fat cock springing out almost hitting you in the face "this thing should be considered a weapon" you joke, erik letting a little laugh slip from his mouth "well then we should maybe put it away, right" he jokes shoving it in your mouth.

it made you gag a little but it was to good to care, the way it stretched you mouth, bruised the back of your throat, and made your jaw ached just made it even better, erik keeping your head in between his hands and moving back and forth out of your warm mouth.

"good boy, you're so beautiful on your knees for me aren't you" he praises you taking him so well "yes daddy" you say muffled by the face fucking he's giving you and before long he's cumming down your throat, whole body getting shivers as he does so, when he pulls out of your mouth he's slightly dazed by your sucking skills.

you grab his cock making him jump a little and you kiss up and down the shaft, never breaking eye contact with him for even a second as you sucked in his balls, your tongue running all around them, his hands were gripping the counter hard enough to break it and his knuckles were going white, you let his cock sit on your face, it was the length of your whole head at this point.

"fuck baby you know just how to make me crazy" he admits turning to look away from you, it's like you were burning a hole into his skull with that gaze, although erik was one of the most powerful mutants you were his one of his only weaknesses, the way you were able to bring him down to a loving and almost subby man was surprising to everyone around you.

"well i think i deserve some love to right daddy" you pout which drives him even crazier to then pick you up and bend you over the kitchen island, pulling your pants down to reveal that beautiful ass he loves so much, he gives it a few kisses before shoving his cock inside, it felt like it was filling you up so well as he fucked you.

"who's hole is this y/n" he asks riddled with kisses across your back "yours daddy" you yell out feeling his cock rearrange your guts like he always does "fill this ass all you want daddy, i wanna have all your kids until you ruin my fucking body, please i wanna be your little cum slut" you whimper matching his thrusts with you backing your ass onto him.

"good boy, good fucking boy" he grunts slamming his hips into your ass until you came all over the wooden floor with some broken moans "i want your cum daddy, i wanna pump out as many babies as you want me too, i just wanna be yours erik" you plea and beg through sobs, erik admiring how much you wanna be his bottom bitch and thinking 'to hell with it why not, if you want to have his kids he'll try his hardest to give you some'.

with a couple more thrusts he cums in you, filling you to the brim with his warm milk "mm more" you beg rutting your ass back on him, fucking hell are you trying to kill the man, he's young in his mind but damn in real life he's old and as much as he wanted to take a break after cumming two times in a row he pushed through and picked you up, taking you to your shared room and fucking you into the night, load after load going right into your hole.

after about three more loads he couldn't he couldn't do anymore thrusting and offered you just ride him instead, and how could you deny that so you rode him until he was shooting all blanks and every bit of his cum was swimming in your tummy and he was knocked out from the hours of milking his cock.

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[cvnt4him]

izuku or reader walking in on the other masturbating 🙀

guys i love him so much i’m gonna explode

It's late and I've been feeling very bad, I've been trying to animate for this man I'm in love w to get his attention but it's drawing as hell. So take some wack ass shit of my pookie sweetie honey bunches cutie patootie girly pop schnookums sweetie pie.

You were just making it home from work, tired and craving to lie in your husband's warm welcoming arms. Today was a long day and you had stayed a little later than expected, you texted izuku at the time you normally got off telling him you'd be home late and that he shouldn't wait up.

With a sigh and a low hang of your shoulders you unlocked your front door and walked inside, the smell of food barely present he had cooked despite having worked himself. It was sweet that he did little things like this to show you he cared and appreciated you.

You set the keys down on the key ring and took your shoes off, hanging your bag up as well. You were ready to jump in your bed next to your husband and call it a night, the thought of that sounded so good and had clouded your thoughts completely before you were snapped out..

You walked to your door and heard noises coming from behind it, your heart sank. What the fuck.... The sounds were lewd, moans and whines being heard. Your first thought was what any normal person would think. He was cheating on you, but just as you were about to slam open that door and beat someone's ass, you heard a pathetic high pitched whine of your name.

“ y/n~ please... ”

Everything started making much more sense now, izuku was masturbating! The thought made you chuckle, you wanted to see the sight of it. The sight of your precious husband lusting after himself, chasing his orgasm yearning to cum. For you at that, he kept moaning your name like a girl.

His moans were so high in octave and almost similar to a porn stars, hell they'd be envious. His sounds were so precious and alluring you wanted to see him terribly so. You slowly and quietly cracked open the door, just enough for you to see your husband.

To no one's surprise, he was touching himself. But it was the most delicious sight in the world, his head was thrown back in pure ecstasy his mouth wide open and such lewd moans were leaving like melted butter, they just fell from his lips so naturally all the slutty things he was murmuring to himself. Something about it hurting and how he wanted to feel his cock deep inside of you

None of those wonderful things could compare to how he was pleasure himself, it was the most pathetic and desperate shit you'd ever seen from him. And it's like hes just so accident prone to doing pathetic things, like whining and he doesn't get his way, or burying his face in your ass with a stupid whimper when you're lying on your tummy. He was just a pathetic guy sometimes.

Izuku had his thighs wide open, his cock twitching and leaking so much cum there was so much coating his hands his thighs and his tummy, from what little you could see it looked like some had even gotten on his face. His hand was hurriedly stroking his fat milk crying cock, his thumb occasionally grazed over his tip and smeared every little ounce of cum that prickled at his engorged and furiously red tip.

His cock was throbbing and aching you could tell, but that wasn't stopping him. He was desperate and he knew what he wanted, but that wasn't all, oh no. He was using his other hand to shove a dildo inside of his ass, he wasn't moving that hand ad fast as he was his dominant hand [his right hand, the hand hes jacking off w] but he was still shoving it inside of himself.

It was so cute you wanted to cry, he was so horny he couldn't help himself he wanted to feel maximum pleasure, as much as his body would let him. Who knows how long he's been going at it, who knows when he intended on stopping, if he even did! All you knew was this was far too delicious to let end so quickly.

You crept in the room closing the door behind you, you walked towards him silently your socks quieting your steps. You say at the foot of the bed right in front of him, he didn't even notice. You were fighting the urge to burst out laughing, he was being so sneaky lusting after himself like this.

With a small sigh you trail your hands up his cum covered thigh making him pull his head towards you with a wide eyed expression, he let out a small scream and jumped stopping both of his hand movements. He was so embarrassed he face had gotten even more red, you could fully see his fucked out face. The sweat on his forehead shining under the moonlights glow sticking some of his now dampened hair to it. His tear stained cheeks, all red and covered in tears and some of his cum that you could see. His lips that had clearly been chewed on plump and a deep shade of pink. His eyes were glossy and still leaking some kind of tears.

You giggled at the shocked expression on his face and the fact his cock was still twitching. You looked him deep into his sweet blown wide eyes, he bit his lip started shaking he whined loudly his eyes fluttering shut. You were confused, what could've caused this sudden reaction? You looked down to see his cock spurting out a fuck ton of cum.

“ fuck.. I'm c- cumming...”

He said defeatedly, not even going to hide it. You'd walked in at the right time, he was just so pent up and so close he couldn't help but to cum under your intense gaze. His poor cock just leaking out cum, it was basically crying.

He was so needy that he had completely ruined himself at the sheer thought of you. What a fucking whore. His hands were up and he stuttered on his words trying to find an excuse to explain what else was doing, touching himself in your shared bed his cum not only on the covers but literally all over himself too, not just that but a dildo still in his fucking ass. There was no explanation and you both knew that. There was no point in trying to explain something that didn't need to be explained.

“ m’sorry baby.. couldn't help myself... felt too good..”

“ shh baby, it's okay. I understand. you were needy and were all alone... what else were you to do, huh baby boy?”

Izuku whimpered and his lidded expression came back, his breaths were shaky and he was still just so hard. His cock looked so red and messy it was almost such a good look on him.

“ it's okay baby, I'll take good care of you hm? how does that sound?”

He whined in response a wobbly smile forming on his pink tinted lips, he was in for one hell of a ride and he couldn't wait. So eager to please and so ready to cum buckets more for you. After all it was your fault he was like this, you'd let him please you, right?

AN: yummers bro he is just so urghehab. I need him I just NEED to have him a withering mess for me bruv.

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Sorry, Top… Again - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Topper'sGF!Reader

⭐️ NEW DROP ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

2k - lightly edited

🪄 warnings: cheating, name-calling, degradation, fingering, cum tasting, male masturbation, female masturbation, teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, rough sex, spanking, creampie, ownership kink.

Based off of this ask. Also, thank you for this ask as well, nonnie! 🌺

Part 1

📖 Topper's GF (reader) can't stop thinking about Rafe and the feeling is mutual. When Topper tells Rafe that he's finally going to take your relationship farther than kissing, Rafe knows he has to ruin you first.

✨"Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Topper’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”✨

Readers POV:

“Fuck, you are a pussy, Top. Take another,” Rafe smirks, his lust-filled eyes trailing down to yours.

“M’Done. I - I… Damn,” Topper stutters and laughs, waving the blonde off.

“Bitch,” Rafe clips, giving you a little wink before downing his second or third of the night, perfectly sober as he continues to feed your boyfriend alcohol.

“M’gonna black the fuck out before we even get back from the barrr,” Topper draws out the word as he lifts the tequila shot to his lips, swallowing fast.

“Rafe…” You caution him, but he looks down at you and scoffs, rolling his eyes away.

“Your boy can hang,” Rafe teases, punching Topper playfully, still rough enough to make him stumble back. “Right, buddy?” He asks your shit-faced boyfriend who answers with a hiccup.

“M’sorry, baby,” Topper slurs as he turns into your neck, mumbling against your skin, his hot, thick breath reeking of booze. Tonight was the night the two of you were going to go farther than kissing. Poor Topper. The man is utterly ignorant to the reality of the situation, his best friend and roommate, all but clearing all the bases more times than your guilty conscience would like to admit.

The twinkle in Rafe’s eyes and the satisfied smile on his lips tells you that his plan is falling into place. Topper must have said something. There’s no way Rafe’s gonna let him do more than kiss you unless he ruins you first. To Top, you were his sweet, innocent girlfriend, as pure as the freshly fallen snow, so far from the truth.

Rafe always left you wanting more, pushing it further each time. Last night was the farthest you had ever gone, Rafe getting the both of you off just sliding through your slick folds alone, pressing his fat tip in your drooling hole enough to fill you with his sticky load.

I can't stop thinking about it. The feeling, the pleasure, the way my body pulled him in, and I know he felt the same way. The moan that left his lips was deep, guttural, thirsty for more. His eyes rolled back in his skull, goosebumps flaring across his toned, tanned skin. We both wanted to finish what we started.

The PornHub intro plays softly, barely heard over the whooshing of the ceiling fan and Topper’s obnoxious snoring. Rafe lets out a deep, drawn-out moan, letting his head fall back on the cool brick wall as he continues to stroke his thick dick.

“Fuckkk,” Rafe grunts, his husky voice, and deep moans filling the room, as well as the sounds of his fist slopping wetly through lube as he rubs it out. Rafe’s head rolls to the side, catching you staring, making your head snap to the ceiling. He laughs breathily as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head in faux disappointment for you being such a slut for him, as he loves to say. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave those words from him too. Your hand slips down your body, pushing past the elastic band of your silky pajama shorts, trying to mimic how he moves when his hands are on you.

“So…” Rafe breaks the silence, the depth of his voice making you throb, knees drawing in with want. “Top’s gonna finally do it. Huh? Gonna have to share that greedy little hole with him? Maybe you’ll finally be satisfied? Won’t be fingering yourself right next to your boyfriend just dreamin’ about my dick,” Rafe chuckles cruelly. You stop your movements, looking over at him with innocent eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper as you slide your panties back in place, feeling the chill of the arousal-soaked lace.

“Your panties are wet. Huh?” He asks. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes unable to look away as he continues to fist his dick. “Now, princess…” He chides condescendingly. “I’ve had that whore pussy enough to know that isn’t true. Just say the word. I’ll let you choke on my dick just like you like, I’ll play with your pussy like only I can, and then I’ll fuck you in front of your boyfriend; stuff those filthy little panties in your mouth so you won't make a sound.” You breathe deeply, letting out a frustrated breath, making Topper stir on the bed. Rafe releases a teasing gasp. “Uh oh, baby. You better get off that high horse of yours before your saint of a boyfriend wakes up-”

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe lifts his hands, surrendering to your wishes. "Whatever you say, angel," he bullies, his thick cock standing straight.

“You’re an asshole-”

“Yeah? No shit.”

“Goodnight.” You close your eyes, accepting defeat almost instantly, opening them once more.

You lick your bottom lip, watching the way the lube sheens his hard skin, imagining him filling you up. Would you be able to take it all? Rafe's large ringed hand wraps around the base, making a show of it. "You know... I saw you pass him those two shots, princess."

"I didn't know he was drunk-"

"Bull... mmpfh," he moans, his ab muscles flexing, his words getting caught on his lips as he rubs his rough palm over his tip. "Bull-fuckin'-shit, princess. Now get over here and suck my fuckin' cock."

You shake your head ‘no’, turning away from Rafe toward your boyfriend, snuggling into the covers, trying to concentrate on Topper's shallow breaths, the delicate features of his sleeping face, and the way that even when he's asleep, he finds a way to be close as the tips of his fingers skim your bare thigh.

"Rafe!" You yelp as you feel your body yanked from the bed; his bare frame presses up against yours. "Stop."

"Do you really want me to stop, princess. I swear to Christ we do this every fuckin' time and every time you're lyin'. You're a bad fuckin' liar. You know that? N'if you think for a second you're not gonna be fakin' every orgasm you have with Thornton, you're deeply, deeply mistaken," he mumbles against your lips as his large fingers press against your cunt, quickly circling your clit like you wish you could. "I want you so bad. Been thinkin' about it since last night. I can't get you out of my head, and I think," he snickers as he lifts his dripping fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. "The feelin' is mutual. So... I'm only gonna ask you this one more time. Are you lyin'?" He asks as he cups his cheeks in your hands, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"What am I to you?" You ask gently, your voice shaky with need.

"You're somethin' else. You know that?" He laughs.

"What am I to you?" You ask with a little more conviction, Rafe responding with a deep groan and a devilish smile.

"You're a slut. That's all you are to me. My filthy fuckin' slut who lets me use you in front of your boyfriend. My pretty little cock sleeve," he whirrs, brushing his lips against yours as you melt at his words. You loop your fingers around your shorts and panties, pulling them to the floor. "Atta girl." Rafe lifts you into his arms before taking a seat on the bed next to Topper. You look down at your boyfriend and back at Rafe. “His bed or mine, baby,” he sneers as he unfastens the buttons of your shirt, already knowing what you desire. “Tell me.”

“Right here,” you breathe as he pulls your shirt off your body,  flinging it to the side, the two of you watching as it lands on Top. His hands drift up your body, threading into your hair, making you shut your eyes. “Fuck,” you whimper as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, making your back arch before his lips meet your neck, kissing your hot skin. Rafe sinks his teeth into you, making tears prick in your eyes as you try your best to stay quiet. 

“Tough girl,” he murmurs, gliding his tongue along the bite marks. His hands move down your body, tracing the sway of your spine. You bang your fists against his chest, gritting your teeth to hold back your cries as he slaps your ass, your eyes quickly flashing to Topper. 

“Do you wanna get us caught, Rafe? Stop,” you whimper. 

He gives you a challenging smile, doing it again; tears of pleasure and pain slip down your cheeks. “I haven’t decided what I want. Maybe I’ll keep this pretty pussy all for myself. What would he think if he knew what a dirty whore you really are? You got him fooled, princess. Good thing I fuckin’ love it,” he smiles as he snags your wrists off his chest, overpowering you before slamming you against the mattress. Topper’s limp body bounces slightly, blissfully unaware, letting out a yawn.  

“Can’t believe you like this shit,” Rafe teases, catching the high you're getting from it. "Tell me."

"I fucking love it, Rafe," you blurt, "I love it. Please, just don't stop." "Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Top’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”

You quickly shake your head ‘no’, pushing your last shred of dignity aside as his lips kiss down your chest, tongue flicking across your nipple as he pinches and twists the other side, making you buck your hips into him for more. 

"Fuck my pussy, Rafe. Please," you pant.

"Begging for my cock… So… Fucking…. Needy…” He digs as he grips your hips, giving you a few experimental thrusts. You look down, watching as his cock rests against your lower stomach, eyes rolling back as you see just how deep he’ll go.  

"You know, angel. My cock's bigger than his…” Rafe smirks as his fingers meet your heat, trailing slowly through your glistening cunt, teasing your entrance. “I’m gonna ruin you for him, baby,” he sighs as he pushes his fingers deep. Rafe’s cock is aching at this point, precum leaking from the tip as he watches you plead for your pleasure underneath him. He can feel how soaked you are when his head meets your warmth, teasing not only you but himself as he presses the tip in.

A deep growl leaves his chest as he thrusts deeply, robbing you of your breath. You clamp your hands over your mouth to cover your cry with one hand, your nails digging into his muscular shoulder blades with the other. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans lowly. You can feel him stretching you out as he pounds you into the bed, the mattress responding with creaks and squeaks. Rafe glides his dick in and out, over and over again. Your moaning and panting mixes with his.

Rafe slips his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can watch. "Fuck, princess. Such a good fucking girl. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his forehead pressed against yours. You watch his thick cock plunge deep, a familiar heat building inside you. You close your walls around him, squeezing him harder. His lip tucks between his teeth, brows knitting tightly. "This pussy. Fuckkk,” he groans as he grabs your leg, hooking it over his massive shoulder, somehow driving even deeper. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses between gasping breaths. 

"I'm going to cum, Rafe," you weep.

"No, you're not," he scoffs as he swings his hips a little more; body clapping against your clit.

"Rafe, please let me cum," you beg.

"What was that? You're not going to cum. Are you, baby?" He pouts mockingly, punctuating every word with a rough thrust. “Can’t believe you're tappin’ out already?” You slam your eyes shut, trying your best to fight back your climax. Rafe flips you to your stomach, raising you to your knees; you scramble to grab the sheets as he stuffs himself back in, gripping your ass tightly.

He hits a new angle, tip prodding your g-spot; heat rippling across your skin. His hand comes down against your ass again, the cracking of skin blending with the clapping of his thighs against your own. You drop to your elbows, burying your face in Topper’s pillow. Rafe hand comes down, grabbing your hair again, pulling you back, using the other hand to cram your wet panties in your mouth. "Cum.” Your jaw falls slack as Rafe fucks deep, flooding you with his climax, his fingers dig into your ass as you cum on his cock.

Rafe keeps his grip on your hair and ass, pulling you up on your knees and letting your back rest against his chest, the two of you coming down from your highs. His heart bangs against you as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your dewy skin . You whimper around your panties, turning your cheek into him as he lowers his hand, circling your clit nice and slow. 

“I know your Top’s girl, princess, but this pussy is mine. You understand?”  He asks as he pulls the lace from your mouth.

“I understand.”

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"Lost Bet"

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 0.7 K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X Fem!Reader

| Characters 18+ | Sexual Themes | Smut | Woods | Wolf Knots | Poly | Orgy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

You blame Grim.

That dumb, stupid cat that you love so much and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this intense, stupid position. If you hadn’t lost that dumb bet.

Sebek lets you lean against him, holding your wrists tightly, your face flush against his chest, while Jack grips your waist painfully. Fucking your cunt hard and fast, his pelvis smacking against the fat of your ass. Your body jolts with each thrust, your legs shaking and nearly buckling. Your hands clinging to the fabric of Sebek’s uniform, blubbering into his shirt.

"Look at her—takin’ your cock so well." You whimper at the sound of Ace’s hard voice, feeling his fingers drag along your slobbering folds, kneeling beneath your form. You can hear Jack suck in a breath, feeling his thick cock spread you open, his tip nudging at your cervix. "Please—please—please," words blindly tumble from your lips, feeling your world spin, listening to the lustful moans of both Deuce and Epel who jerk each other off. It’s too much.

"You like that—getting fucked in the woods." Ace’s words are blunt and taunting, his tongue running along the place where your dripping hole met Jack’s cock, earning a groan from the wolf beastman. You shake your head, hands clawing at Sebek, begging for any sort of grounding. Trying to get away from Jack’s overstimulating and bruising pace. That had your nails digging into your palms for any sort of grounding. "It’s embarrassing to run away. You lost." Sebek’s voice draws out a desperate whiny moan from you, his breath hot against your ear.

"It’s—not—its," You choke on your words, letting out a strangled sob, feeling Ace’s tongue twirl around your overstimulated bud. "Move over, I wanna taste—That’s okay, right?" You can hear over the sound of wet slapping skin, Deuce moving to where he crouched under you. Hungrily tasting your wet cunt, not waiting for an answer, your hips jerk and you tighten, squeezing Jack like a vice.

"I can’t—I can’t—"

Tears decorate your lashes, Jack’s arms wrapping around your lower half, hoisting you up, earning a groan from both Ace and Deuce. Your head falls back on Jack’s shoulder, rolling your hips, trying to recreate the missing friction. "Make room Jack." You whimper as Sebek grabs at the flesh from under your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. Rubbing his red cock head, collecting your slick before slowly pushing into you.

"Wait—" your panicked voice falls on deaf ears, feeling the burn of Sebek and Jack’s cock, both nuzzled deep within you, your back arching.

Your eyes snap close, feeling your shirt and bra push up past your chest. Another source of stimulation joins as Epel wraps his lips around one of your nipples, bugging at the hardened bud. Ace and Deuce still licking your clit desperately.

"I’m moving." Jack voices with a growl, sliding his dick out and slamming it back into you. Sebek lets out a throaty growl, following his lead with shallower thrusts, cum and slick coating his pale cock. His pupils blown. He forces your knees closer to your chest, quickening his pace.

"I’m—" You can feel the knot tighten, drool slipping past your lips, crying and moaning, one hand tugging at Epel’s hair, the other helping hold your own leg up. Your hips bucking to match the fae and beastman’s bruising pace.

"Go ahead. Cum." Jack’s voice is deep and throaty, the knot snapping, your cunt gushing over Sebek and Jack’s cock. Cum spewing over both Ace and Deuce’s faces. They both ride out your high, feeling both their cocks seeming to swell, Sebek’s face flushing red, smashing his lips into yours, while Jack digs his teeth into your neck. You can feel him spurt his cum inside, his dick pulsing and twitching before he slowly slides out with a groan. Jack’s cum is more violent, a knot forming, keeping his dick deep inside as he fills you up.

"You weren’t supposed to knot her." Sebek watches the milky ring of cum that rests just about Jack’s twitching ball sack, before looking at you. Your head lulling to the side, feeling both Deuce and Ace paint your ass and Epel painting the sides of your exposed stomach.

"Shit—I didn’t do it on purpose—" He looks down at you, still hoisting you up. He would be completely unable to move away until his cocked swelled down.

"At least you’re stuck together." Deuce tries to lighten the mood, earning an eye roll from Ace and a snort from Epel.

"How romantic."

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cw: virgin men, masturbation, sexual fantasies, implied age gaps, implied inexperienced sexual relationships, oral sex, masturbation, whats the thing where you get caught jerkin it? that.

Everyone loves virgin! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god while he bullies a fat cock into your horny cunt. Huffing and puffing in your ear as he asks you how good you feel, accidentally overstimulating you but far too clueless to even consider that your shaking and trembling is related to how dumb he fucked you. 'Course, he was just trying to be sweet to you, maybe get some coffee if you hadn't jumped on him for a good ride on his meat.

Even virgin! König had a considerable amount of attention for his monstrous cock that he'd never be able to fully fill you with. Too much of a jock-ish idiot to even know where to begin with foreplay, just rams his fingers up your cunt until you're sore and bucking your own hips against his palm to help smear your sloppy juices down his wrist. Every single "do you feel good?" is followed by your crying whines for him to shut the fuck up and keep stroking his own cock. Eyes wide watching pearl tears drizzle from the angry tip.

But where do I, the writer, draw the line? Virgin! Price. Old bastard aged like fine wine, his values held to something much more conservative - planned to spend his first time with a beautiful woman he dressed in pretty white silk on her wedding day. Someone who made his heart throb passionately; not with lust and the greedy desire to consume and ravage away her beauty.

Ideally, a woman to grow a family with.

Of course, considering his job, the risks his simple existence poses on any of those close to him - he cowered. Though, Price never really did see a true need to focus on that one, simple wish. He was satisfied with his 141, a group of rebellious young men he considered his own children; he was satisfied with his rare takes of leave, where he spent his time hiking and hunting, occasionally catching up with old friends from his civilian life; most importantly, Price was content.

Was.

A past tense term, considering his "ideals" of what made life so damn tolerable were thrown out the window. Shattered into billions of pieces that painted maps around the single coffee mug that was left on his desk one early morning. A note in your handwriting, with the coffee made just exactly as he liked it, and maybe even a small pastry from the vending machine - a pastry which was his favorite. Usually one that was hard to get because it was so damn good. And the note?

Have a good day, Cap'n! Love ya! btw, this is your favorite, yeah?

Fuck. You were too cruel. You and your pretty handwriting, smudged in blue gel pen ink. It was cute, sweet, endearing from a young thing like you. Made him feel sick and perverse, adjust the tightness that began around his crotch - because it felt so fucking dirty to be some turned on by a kind gesture. Especially a gesture from something as sweet and innocent looking as you.

All of those thoughts in his mind brought to a painful, stirring silence. Price would've almost felt shame for his next actions, the somehow graphic act of taking a huff of the sweetly scented drink made just for himself by you. The smearing of his finger tips against the note and getting a faint whiff of your sweet scented hand cream, the one you keep in the staff fridge, bitching at anyone who touches at it (something he was personally victim to).

The gentle, candied scent was enough to make his cock stir; rub against the rough fabric of his boxers, through his pants, through to his palm that somehow assisted in a slow, grinding motion against his self. His hand tilting backwards, eyes rolling back. Was the door locked? He wondered, not bothering to even give himself a glance at the knob to see if the slit was tilted horizontally or vertically; none of it mattered, too consumed by the peak edge he needed.

Too consumed by filthy, tainted thoughts of you. Your lips smeared in his own milk white sperm, no doubt still virile despite his years of maturity; wondered if his load would take if you just gave him the chance. Wondered if you'd pant, or moan his name. If your cunt dripped or creamed around his throbbing cock; what he'd kill to see your entire body trembling from a few bounces against him. Shove his calloused fingers into that pretty mouth of yours, begging you to be silent, and good.

You would be his first and final; a crossing thought that blurred past his mind. And the thought of putting a pretty jewel on that little ring finger of yours made him audibly gasp, sweat droplets splatter down from his cheek to his chin. And you, you're so young, full of potential. A real energetic pup that would probably eagerly teach him all the ways to make you feel good.

By now, Price was roughly, almost brutishly, fisting his own cock. Panting and hunched over the pretty note made by pretty you. His eyes squeezed shut as he bit into his fist, trembling at the splattering liquid that filled his palm. Droplets hitting the floor beneath him, a mess that would be so fucking frustrating to clean; the last thought on his mind.

Because how could he focus when you stood at the other side of the desk, a palm on either side as you leaned forward. So softly whispering: "Cap'n, did you like the coffee that much?"

Virgin! Price, who gives you the honor of being the first missus to wrap a warm mouth and plump lips against the tip of cock, kitten licks to clean away pearly beads of arousal that dribbled down the shaft. His clean hand rubbing your scalp so gently, humming soft, purring coos; mentally pondering your ring size as you greedily fit him inside your mouth. Whining vibrations fading the thought away once again.

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