#if they can't moan in their own voice then just do NOT add any voice file for the kisses... the generic moan is weird

[silver-horse]

when you are kissing your love interest in bg3 ... noooo, don't moan with a generic voice, you are so sexy haha

[kurokawaia]

You should write a ichigo x reader (fem) breeding kink ^^

Ichigo Kurosaki 彡 Fem!Reader

MDNI 18+ | NSFW | WARNINGS :: timeskip ichigo, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, baby, love, darling', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . (total word count 1.7k+)

m.list | bleach m.list

Ichigo is somewhat a respectful man, well he is in a way of courting a woman, although he does get distracted sometimes, when your cleavage is on display or when you are wearing a really flattering outfit. Then, only then will his cheeks flush that baby pink hue, looking at your figure, multiple scenarios playing throughout his head of what he'd do to you. He will never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together.

He is also a family person, it's obvious that, even with his two sisters, that he wants to start a family of his own and you found it clear during sex that he does, considering all the non protected sex going on. In public, you wouldn't say he'd the most obvious with physical affection but there are times where he can't keep his hands off you... in private, when it's just the two of you, he's the most touchy man you've ever met.

Ichigo has always had these thoughts, thoughts of how you'd be an amazing house wife, you're so sweet, so delicate, you'd be a perfect mother. You're amazing in all aspects. He wants you to be the one to be out of work at staying at home for him, he wants to be the provider, all Ichigo wants is for you to be comfortable and not to stress. In fact, he gets off to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads for you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife catering to his children. 

So, this is where sex leads to again.

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Ichigo's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Ichigo's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Ichigo," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into 

Ichigo lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. "You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs. 

"Feels so full though, Ichigo," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Ichigo helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.

Ichigo drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Darling, please, for me," Ichigo whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more, want to see you pregnant, is that okay?"

A moan slips past your lips as you nod eagerly, you do, truthfully, you want to so bad, to have a family with the love of your life. "'mmmm m'kay, just be gentle, 'Ichi," you huff. "So rough before, my love."

"Thank you," he replies, his voice filled with happiness. "I'll be so so gentle with you," he adds, reassuring you.

Ichigo slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto it's stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it. 

You then felt Ichigo's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Ichigo's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Ichigo's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Ichigo raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds. 

"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. 

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Ichigo knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Ichigo sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Ichigo's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Taking me so well, baby," Ichigo moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good.

 You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you taking his length, and his children. 

But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Ichigo's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Ichigo rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Ichigo's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Ichigo was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Ichigo was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, baby," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. 

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Ichigo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Ichigo. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, baby, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Ichigo."

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Ichigo hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Ichigo groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock. 

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Ichigo groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

 "Gonna fill you up," Ichigo groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length. 

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head. 

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing me to whimper in overstimulation, but Ichigo helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping me ride out my orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside me causing me to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you. 

Ichigo slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.

"Ichigo!" you moan out.

"'M sorry, love," he apologising placing kisses to your shoulder. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[zyafics]

BROTHER'S RIVAL | 02

MASTERLIST (Series)

Pairing — Rafe Cameron x Female Reader .ᐟ

Summary — You and your brother were born Pogues, but once your family made enough to move to Figure Eight, you became a Kook. Unfortunately, Rafe doesn't welcome Pogue-born Kooks. It doesn't help that your brother is determined to steal the 'King of Kook' title from him. So, if your brother is attempting to steal something from him, Rafe will return the favor.

Content — 18+, smut, angst, and usage of drugs.

You just haven't texted him back.

It's not that you don't want to; you're itching to type back a response and see how he would react. You just can't seem to understand why. Why Rafe Cameron is talking to you, flirting with you, trying to make you feel things that you definitely should not be feeling for your brother's rival.

So, you kept your distance.

But that doesn't mean you've gotten him off your mind.

At night, in your bedroom alone, you close your eyes and let out an exhausted sigh. You've been stressed for the past couple of days, trying to figure out what to do with your summer, that all you want to do now is to find some release.

And you know the best solution for it.

You imagine Rafe in the room with you, taking in the shirt and panties you're wearing and nothing else. You imagine him approaching you, planting kisses against your lips while his hands are exploring every curve on your body. He would find the sensitive spot on your neck and tease, whispering dirty words in your ear.

You would argue back with everything he says, but in truth, all you want to do is submit.

Your hand dips to the space between your legs, kicking the comforter down to your ankles. Brushing your fingers against the cotton panties, you realize it's soaked—a testament to your dirty thoughts.

Your fingers push the fabric to the side, slowly teasing up your slit the way you believe Rafe would. He would go slow, taking in how your body reacts to the slightest touch. He would play with you, until you couldn't help but beg for it, and only then would he slip a digit into your cunt, starting a slow pace.

That's what you do.

You push a forefinger in, feeling your walls grip around the small finger. You start slow, building the sensation in your stomach as you imagine Rafe whispering praises in your ear, telling you all the dirty thoughts he had about you. What he wants to do to you.

Your pussy clenches, but it isn't enough to build towards an orgasm. You add another finger, thinking about what Rafe would say about how tight you are, about how you can barely fit two, and you quicken your pace. The teasing, the imagery, you can't help but let out a small moan, "Rafe."

But even as you build towards the feeling of a climax, it isn't enough. A thin layer of sweat coats your body and your legs ache at their overstretched position while your chest heaves—with want, with need for this release.

You crane your neck back, arching your back, letting out little whines as you feel how close you're getting but not completely there yet. "Please," you mumble softly, to yourself and to any God who would let you finish. "Please, please."

"You're doing it wrong."

The voice isn't your own, but you know exactly who it belongs to.

You eyes rip open, finding Rafe in the dark, standing near the entrance of your bedroom. You let out a little yelp, pulling up the comforter pooled at your feet as you hide your exposed body and readjust your panties under the sheets.

He looks content, leaning against the wall, while your heart is racing, your breathing erratic and, for a second, you don't know if you're hallucinating him or if he's truly here.

"What–what are you doing here?" You demand but your voice is weak, trying to regain some control over yourself after being caught in such an incriminating position.

Rafe appears casual. "I had to get some paperwork for my dad."

Your mother works with Rafe's father as a freelance accountant.

"In the middle of the night?"

He shrugs. "Ward Cameron never stops."

You can see he doesn't want to explain further than that. You want to probe, noticing the slight shift in his demeanor, almost minuscule, at the mention of his father, but you decided against it. You had other problems to be dealing with.

"That doesn't explain why you're in my room," you snap.

"Gave myself a house tour while your mom is looking for it." He says, pushing himself off the wall and stepping into your sanction, closing the door behind him. The lights from the hallway fades out, enveloping your room into a darkness—saved for the faint moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains and a lit lamp sitting on your nightstand.

You say nothing as he approaches you; your voice in your throat.

He stops at the foot of your bed. "You didn't text me back."

You don't know if you detect insecurity in his words or if you're imagining it. You settle on the idea that Rafe Cameron isn't used to not women throwing themselves at him, not demanding his attention, that he doesn't know what to do with it.

"My phone broke."

He watches you for a moment, trying to read you, before nodding silently. You don't know if he believes you.

You glance over at the door, afraid that Dean is going to walk in at any minute—because brothers do that—before remembering that he isn't home. He went out with a couple of his friends, staying the night at The Cut. That lessens the anxiety in your stomach, but it doesn't completely dissipate.

In the quietness of the moment, Rafe gestures out a hand to you. "Don't stop on my account, princess. Continue what you were doing."

You glare at him, heat rushing to your cheeks. "Fuck off."

He laughs.

Rafe settles himself on the corner of your mattress, making himself comfortable, while keeping his eyes pinned on you. You don't know what to do with this level of attention, with this spotlight, and while you had the strongest urge to get up and leave—you can't. You truly are wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and a loose, baggy sleep tee you stole from your brother's closet. If you stand up now, Rafe would receive a free show. You already embarrassed yourself enough, you don't want to add to the list.

You don't want to kick him out the room either.

His eyes studies the room around you; the tangled sheets, the disorganized pillow arrangement. It was an obvious sight of what happened. Cocking a brow of his, he asks, "couldn't come?"

Yes, but you weren't going to tell him that. You cross your arms over your chest and frown, trying to pull together what little pride you had left. "Are you going to tell a woman how to handle her own body?"

"I will if she's doing it wrong."

Your cheeks are flaming hot because it confirms that he did see. He saw you struggling. He saw you intimate. Clenching your jaw to relieve some of the embarrassment you feel, Rafe offers something unexpected.

"I can help you."

You don't know if you misheard him. "What?"

He chuckles softly, his hand grabbing the comforter covering you. "Is that so hard to believe?"

"I have a hard time believing you are that selfless."

"I'm not," he confirms, slowly pulling down the comforter shielding your body. You let him. "But I'm always willing to help you come."

"Knight in shining armor?"

"Just yours, baby."

You don't answer him. Not knowing how to react after he calls you baby. He completely pulls the comforter out of his way, revealing your long legs and the lousy sleepwear. His blue eyes trail up to examine you, tracing the tiny cotton panties that barely covers anything to the outline of your hardened nipples under your shirt.

He moves closer. His hand running up your calves, your thighs, in such a gentle yet sensual manner, a shiver leaves your body. When he stops right in between your legs, near your core, he glances up at you. "Can I?"

Mesmerized by the sight of him, you nod. He lowers his hand to graze against the cover, laughing softly to himself.

"God, you're dripping," he mumbles, pushing the panties to the side as his fingers touch your slick cunt. You slightly jerk forward at the unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, touch of his. "And sensitive. Are you sure you can't come?"

You know he's teasing you. You predicted this. But you couldn't help but turn the conversation onto him. "I thought you were going to help me," you bite back. "Or can you not handle it?"

His eyes darken. "Be careful what you wish for."

"I want—" You stop yourself, hoping he didn't hear you. Rafe stiffens, looking up to your face.

"You what?" He demands.

His eyes are so hard, so commanding, you can't help but submit.

"I want to come." You whisper. "I want to come by you."

His grin is entirely too smug. Without wasting time, he easily slips two fingers into your wet folds and your walls clench around him. "Fuck," he whispers to himself. "You're so tight."

Just as you predicted.

Rafe begins to stroke you, starting at a slow pace as your cunt gets used to his size. His fingers are larger than yours. His pace more rough. His other hand grabs your hips, keeping you in place as your body unwittingly wrestles away from it.

You whimper softly, hearing the wetness of your pussy echoing through the small room. Your hips buck, trying to grind against his hand, but he holds you down, keeping total control over what he can do with your body.

You whine.

You can't help but feel a little disappointed. If he knew you were struggling, he should've also known it was by penetration alone. You can't come, won't come, even if he's the one controlling it.

"Rub yourself for me," Rafe commands, pulling you away from your thoughts. You look down at him, concentrating on your cunt before his eyes flicks up to meet your face, his eyes hungry. "Now."

Your hand tentative slips between your legs. You've never masturbated in front of someone else before, and you're nervous, but the command behind Rafe's voice make you obedient. A need to please. When you find your clit, you begin to move in slow, circular motions.

It builds and builds.

"Oh," you gasps, as the combined action causes your hips to jerk forward more violently. However, Rafe knew, holding them in place. The orgasm builds quicker, especially with his control. "Oh, fuck."

You let your head tip back against the headboard, allowing the pleasure to course through you in rapid succession. Rafe quickens the rhythm he started from, easing a small whimper out of you. "Rafe," you moan quietly, afraid of being too loud.

He notices.

He shakes his head, stopping his thrusts and leaving your core aching. "No, princess, I want to hear you say my name louder. I know you can do it."

You were afraid of being caught. You were afraid of the neighbors hearing. But, you were so close. "What if my mom hears?"

"I don't care." He declares, returning to his strokes, starting at the slow beginning. It causes a needy whine to leave your throat. "Either you say it right or you're not coming tonight."

His fingers curl inside of you, hitting the right spots you didn't even know you had, and an explosion of pleasure erupts inside of you. "Rafe," you moan again, with less restraint, a little louder.

He shakes his head. "Louder," he commands. "I need to hear you."

His strokes are precise and measured. He knows the exact places to go to make you feel good. Adding on, he extends his thumb and begins to rub your clit with you. This act, alone, makes your stomach knot, twist, and tighten in a way that's familiar and demanding. Your legs shake, your fingers quicken on their own, matching the pace of his rhythm, and you let out the loudest moan as you come. "Rafe."

You slump back against your mattress, feeling his grip around your hips loosen as his fingers pull away from your cunt. Through heavy-lids and short breaths, you watch as Rafe brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. An expression of pride and satisfaction etched over his features.

"Fuck," he groans, "you taste so sweet."

Your stomach erupts in little flutters at the compliment, and before you get the chance to make a retort—to thank him, to argue back—a phone rings.

Rafe's head turns to your nightstand, where your phone is plugged in and lit with a name, and scoffs. He pushes himself off the bed and glances down at the caller ID on the screen.

"Your phone broke, huh?" He glances up at you, to which you couldn’t do anything but sheepishly shrug.

"Who is it?"

"Your brother is calling." He says with an hint of disgust, disconnecting your phone from the charger. Just as he's about to hand it to you, he withdrawals his hand quickly and an idea passes through him. He smirks. "What if I answer?"

Your heart lunges out of your chest and you force yourself up from the mattress, on your weak knees, reaching out for the phone. Rafe pulls back, raising it just out of your reach. "Rafe, don't."

"But wouldn't you like to know how your brother would react knowing I made you come?"

He would kill you.

You push yourself to your feet on the bed, using it as an additive height to grab your phone, but Rafe is clever. He steps back far enough where you can't move towards him without toppling over and his hand stretches out all the way out of your reach.

"Rafe," you beg, connecting your eyes with his in a pleading look. "Please."

"Not the perfect sister anymore, are you?"

You don't answer him, watching as his face twists in amusement. His eyes studying your face, his expression smug. "God, if only your brother know how you moaned for me. It would kill him, wouldn't it?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest. You don't know what to do.

"What is stopping me from answering?" He asks to himself, but the question lingers for you. It's a challenge. What can you give him that would make him stop.

And your answer is nothing.

There's absolutely nothing you can give him. He's a Cameron—he can afford anything and everything with the snap of his fingers. The Tanneyhill estate cost more than you could ever imagine and he is the son of a multimillionaire. You're just a Pogue who moved to Figure Eight, masquerading as a Kook.

You were no match.

But, you wonder, for a second, if there is something.

"We'll never do this again." Your voice is small at first, but when the words hit his ears, it caused his smug expression to falter slightly. You take that as a sight to grow confidence. "I'll never let you touch me again. I'll never even touch you."

Rafe's face lost its humor. His jaw slightly tense, his eyes studying yours. For a moment, you thought it wasn't enough. That he will still answer the ringing number flashing your screen.

But he lowers the phone and gives it to you.

"You're thinking like a Kook," he scoffs softly, his words thoughtful, before his eyes finds yours. "There may be hope for you yet."

When you have the phone back in your grasp, the phone call goes to an end. Your heart still beating roughly, your breathing hard, you clutch the device to your chest like it's a lifeline.

Rafe watches you. Just then, you hear your mother calls for Rafe from her downstair office. He glances at the door for a brief second, before turning back to you. "I'll see you around, princess."

Without waiting for an answer, Rafe spares one glance at the device in your arms—a visible annoyance on his face—before rounding the bedframe and exit from your room.

You take a second to compose yourself, to calm your breathing and adjust your sleepwear into their intended position. When you glance down at the light-up screen, you can't believe that you won. That you got Rafe to hand you back your phone without talking to your brother.

You don't want to admit that the threat you threw out scared you. That the idea of him not touching you anymore pains you. That the idea of never touching him makes you sad.

But it worked out.

So, as you click on the notification to return the missed call, bringing the phone to your ear as you wait for Dean to answer, you try to put on an appearance as if everything is normal.

As if Rafe Cameron didn't give you an orgasm.

As if you didn't love it.

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[flofaiiry]

can’t stop thinking about #10 prompt — “spread your legs wider” with charlie reid!! 🤯 imagining being his cute little housewife who brings him lunch in a cute little dress and makes the whole office turn their heads🫣 and of course he notices everyone looking…so you inevitably end up bent over his desk and at one point he tells you to spread em’ wider but when you decide to tease a little and not listen, he just takes matters into his own hands and kicks your feet apart himself🤭 (am i the only one who’s a sucker for when someone kicks your feet apart while you’re bent over something?)

tbh ive never even thought of that but oh lawd now it has infiltrated my mind!!!! (I split up the prompt I hope u don’t mind!!! just thought it flowed better 😁)

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being bent over charlie’s desk isn’t new for you- but him doing it while there are still people in the office is. normally he preferred an empty building, that way he could really have his way with you, make you scream his name and cum so many times he has to practically carry you back to the car cause your legs won’t stop shaking. but having people around is a new kind of excitement, the idea that someone could walk in at any moment. you had a feeling you were in for it when you stopped for a little too long to talk to a young officers that complimented your dress- you could feel his stare through the window to his office. he didn’t greet you when you walked in, just sat back in his chair and told you to close the blinds and shut the door. “c’mere,” he mumbles, beckoning you over to stand between him and the desk. you hesitate, but walk over anyways. he pulls you down and catches your lips in a greedy kiss, tongue exploring your mouth like it’s uncharted territory. he pulls away after a moment, leaving you breathless, and trails his hand down your body, sliding across the material of your dress. “turn around,” he says simply, fingers fiddling with the hem that sits at the middle of your thigh. you raise your eyebrows a little, “now? there’s people-” you start, but he cuts you off. “turn. around.” he says again, this time definitive. you shove down any moral reservations you may have, and turn around. “spread your legs,” he says- just as slow, just as definitive. you take a deep breath before leaning forward so your body’s tilted over the desk & stepping your legs apart. “wider,” he adds, clearly not satisfied. “charlie-” you begin, but instead of his voice cutting you off, you feel the leather material of his boot kicking just hard enough at your inner ankle to coax your legs further apart. “that’s better,” he says, standing up behind you. “you think you can come here lookin’ all pretty & start flirting with my officers?” you shake your head, “i wasn’t flirting, charlie. he told me i look nice 'n i said thank you." he scoffs. one more second passes before you feel his hand crack down on your ass. you shoot one of your hands to the desk, trying to steady yourself as the force lurches you forward, biting your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. "you're mine, you know that?" you nod quickly. "say it," he adds, voice stern, "say you're mine." your voice comes out meeker than you intend, "yours. 'm yours, charlie." he nods, though you can't see it, you know he is. "good," he says, stroking up and down your thigh before tugging at your dress to turn you back around to look at him. once your facing him, he pulls you against him by your waist pressing his lips against yours once more. "go home," he whispers when he pulls away, "wait for me, i'll make sure you know who you belong to when i get back."

[bigification]

Spreading Leather

"Not this shit again." You say as the lights flicker for a moment, before completely shutting off. "I paid my rent in time this month, that motherfucker can't just shut off my power whenever he wants."

You pull out your phone and send a strongly worded text to your landlord about him shutting off the power.

It doesn't take long to get a text back. "That wasn't me, but I've been hearing about a lot of power outages in the neighbourhood. Check the breaker on the side of the house to see if there's any damage."

This quells your anger, but only makes you more annoyed that you have to fix the problem yourself. You make your way out the front door and around the front of the house to reach the breaker.

"Where do you think you're going?" A deep voice calls from behind you.

You turn to see a police officer sitting in front of your garage, as if he were waiting for you.

"I... ugh... was just going to check my breaker." You stutter, slightly intimidated by the man.

"Did you know you're trespassing on private property." The officers gruff voice sounds almost aggressive.

"Oh no, you're mistaken, I live here." You respond, just trying to move on with your day.

"Do you own this home?" The officer asks as he stands up. His large figure looms over you as you look up at the 6"6 man standing in front of you.

"Well, no. I just re-" you try to explain, but are interrupted.

"Didn't think so, you're under arrest for trespassing on private property." The officer grabs your arm with one hand and reaches for his cuffs with the other. You try to pull away, leveraging your entire body weight but the man doesn't budge. "We'll add resisting arrest to the list of charges."

"Are you even a cop?" You ask as you finally notice the man is wearing a leather uniform.

He doesn't respond, instead he pushes you against the garage door and cuffs your hands behind your back. He starts dragging you down your driveway like you weigh nothing.

"Aren't you gonna read me my rights!" You ask.

The man chuckles, "you have none." He throws you into his car like a ragdoll and starts driving. The interior reeks of sweat and leather, making you flare your nostrils in disgust.

"I've got one, I'll be back in a few." The man says over his radio.

"What do you mean 'got one'?" You say, trying to ignore the smell.

"You talk when I say you can talk, understand!" He yells.

"Yes sir!" You respond, as if it's instinct. "Why did I just say that?" You think to yourself. You have no respect for this man, why would you ever call him sir. No wait, he's your superior so you have to call him sir.

"Stop squirming back there!" He yells.

You immediately sit up straight and stop moving. You can't move even if you want to, as if he has a spell over you. But your leather harness is irritating your skin. Wait, leather harness. Since when are you wearing a leather harness. You look down to see a black leather harness under your skin tight shirt. Also, you could have sworn this shirt was pretty loose on you earlier. "Maybe I'm just stronger than I was before." You think as you flex your biceps. The moment you do so, your sleeves rip in half, revealing leather bands wrapped around your massive biceps.

The thought of your muscles groaning makes your dick press against your leather jock. You grab your pecs as they swell, pressing harder and harder against your tiny shirt until it rips open, letting your thick pecs hang over your harness. You let out a deep moan as you rub your swollen nipples.

"What did I say about talking, maggot!" Your master yells.

Your mind is being split. One side wants to appease him and be quiet, while the other side wants to give in to the overwhelming sexual pleasure of feeling your body grow.

You rub your thick calloused hands against your now smooth and hairless chest. Your hands venture down to your stomach where your belly fat melts away, leaving six rock hard mounds of muscle in its place.

Your remaining fabric on your shirt is ripped off when your shoulders broaden to match your bodybuilder sized body. Your back ripples as mounds of muscle create a pattern on your back, all the while you feel your head reach closer and closer to the ceiling of the car.

Your lower body follows suit. Your thighs and calves nearly instantly tear through your jeans as they swell with muscle. Your knees start pressing against the seat in front of you as your legs grow longer and thicker, making it a struggle for you to fit into any vehicle. Both fat and muscle pile into your once flat ass, making two perky globes of fat that could make even the strongest men weak in the knees. And your feet burst through your socks as they double in size, perfectly fitting into your leather boots.

Your hips thrust forward as you feel your cock expanding inside of the jock. Your hard dick starts to push its way out of your jock, snaking up past your belly button as it passes ten inches. It all becomes too much, making you shoot the largest load of your life all over the car.

"Look at the fucking mess you've made, I'm gonna make you clean this up with your fucking tongue like the pig that you are!" Your master yells. But you know that's more of a promise than a threat.

As you come down from the best orgasm of your life, the final parts of your transformation take place. Your double chin melts as your square jaw becomes as sharp as a knife, garnished by a subtle five o'clock shadow. Your nose widens and your brow bone becomes more prominent. And your hair shaves down to a military style buzz cut, solidifying yourself as an object to be used by the police when needed. No individual thought and no wants or needs other than sex.

You finally arrive at the precinct and are dragged out of the car. You hit your head on the way out, not used to your towering height of 6"4.

"This is yours, now you're gonna treat it nicely or the lieutenant will never let you see sunlight again, got it?" Your master says as he points to a brand new motorcycle.

"Now let's go meet the lieutenant." He says as you both walk into the precinct.

Everyone in the building is wearing leather, or nothing at all. All the cops are wearing tight leather uniforms and the criminals are wearing leather straps at most.

The pungent smell of leather that fills the building is making you hard again, but you have to keep together for your master.

You finally make it to the lieutenants office. Opening the door reveals a pig of a man laying back in his chair. His big hairy gut is spilling out of his straps and laying on his lap. His thick thighs are barely contained inside leather shorts.

"I've got another one, sir!" Your master yells the boss.

"Good work. We've transformed the entire police force, and most civilians. Get the new recruit working on politicians, soon we can spread leather internationally." The lieutenant says.

"Yes sir!"

[cod-indulgences]

Um so like I’ve never actually requested before so idk how to do this but um I had an idea.

Reader sitting on prices lap after her forced her to to cock warm him. Him Slapping your thigh when you try to move because you want more.

Um anyways that’s all. Love your work and all you have written 🫶🏼

John Price x female!reader, cockwarming, coming untouched, blowjobs

You whine and squirm, trying to get more comfortable. Price has your legs spread open on his lap, speared on his cock, and any other time you'd be all over it but-

-but he won't let you move.

The slick that had dripped from your pussy was tacky on your inner thighs, and you clench and wriggle, trying to get worked up again. You hated this part, when Price is ready to just settle down and relax, letting your pussy hold his cock- but you need more movement, more touching, something to keep your body interested in sitting still.

A smack to your outer thigh stops you, and you pout, leaning onto Price's shoulder. "John," you whine, and jump at another smack.

"No, love," he rumbles, "I told you, hold still. You'll get yours later if you behave."

You huff, rolling your eyes. Another smack makes you squeak and clamp down, and you moan when it rubs his cock just perfectly against your cunt. You're sopping wet for him, and just sitting feels like a waste of time and effort, of a pussy that's wanting to come on his cock.

You wriggle a little, yelp at the smack, and sigh, giving in. If all he wants is pussy hugging his cock, fine, you can sit here and wait, no moving.

Or at least, no moving your body.

You take a breath and slowly release it, releasing your inner muscles, before tightening up again in a wave that crawls from your belly down to your pussy, snugging the head of Price's cock down to the base. Another breath to release it again, and then another clench, feeling your hole squeeze and release. The flexing makes your clit perk up too, and you feel it throb as you drip more slick, little wet sucking sounds floating up to your ears.

John's hands tighten on your hips, but otherwise he doesn't move, and you can't see his face from your spot on his shoulder- so you do it again, sighing in pleasure. It's like the world's slowest vibrator, tension crawling through your cunt, little sparks going up your spine as the head of John's cock twitches inside you. You set a rhythm, trying to hide your moans in his shoulder, feeling the spasms in your thighs add to the heat in your belly.

John turns his head to speak into your ear. "Just what do you think you're doing?" He rumbles, and you shudder at the danger in his voice. A little burst of slick squeezes past his cock.

"...nothing," you try, and can't help your moan when his fingers slip down the crack of your ass, petting right where the rim of your cunt is pulled tight across his cock.

"Doesn't feel like nothing to me," he says, and you wait for him to thrust up, fuck you properly, but...nothing. Price smirks when you sit up a little to see his face. "What? You were doing fine by yourself. Go ahead, finish up."

You gulp, feeling a trap, but his cock twitches again and oh, that feels so good- you clench down, clit throbbing, and try to angle your hips to get him where you want him. Oh, right there, just pushing against your g-spot and your clit shoved up against his pelvis. His hands are holding you in place, you can't lift up to ride him, and moan when you realize he really meant you to come like this- speared on his cock, unable to move or fuck him, left at the mercy of your own inner muscle control to finish.

You're sweating by the time you actually make it, quivering around his cock, and moan with relief as the building tension finally snaps- there's a slick gushing around your hole, your clit pulsing, you feel the wave of heat spread out through your limbs and tingle in your fingertips, oh it's so good, and your belly and cunt throb with a deep ache as sore muscles are finally allowed to relax. John slides his hand back down your ass again, spreading your cheeks, and you whine as the motion pulls on your pussy, stretching your hole out. He spanks you, making you jump, moaning when it makes you clamp down again; he does it to the other cheek, and then to your thigh, chuckling as you squeak and tighten up each time.

"Alright princess, you got what you wanted," he says. "You satisfied? Had a little fun there?" When you nod into his throat he laughs aloud. Abruptly he lifts you off his cock, you yelp when he knocks your knees back together and puts you on them, rubbing his cock over your cheek. You lick along it, tasting yourself, and he moans at you when you suck the head, drawing him into your mouth. You love how it tastes, your slick slowly covered up by his precome, and moan, pussy aching, when John puts his hands on your head and pulls you down, his cock nudging your throat.

You wait a moment, then look up at him, brow furrowed in confusion, but he doesn't move his hips, or your head- just grins down with a glint in his eye.

"What? You enjoyed yourself so much before. Get me off now- and no moving."

You moan, wriggling your tongue, and realize you were in for a long, long night.

[exphhoria]

Breeding Jing Yuan

Creampie ft. sub!Jing Yuan

CW : dom!reader x sub!Jing Yuan, amab!Jing Yuan, reader has a dick / strap, penetration ( giving ), feminization, breeding, creampie, dacryphilia, overstimulation, begging, edging, pregnancy mention, established relationship, marking, hickeys, rough sex, praise, scratch marks, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, mention of Jing Yuan having a womb ( he doesn’t ), Jing Yuan is called pet names, tell me if I need to add any more

Word count : 1k

Thinking about Jing Yuan who can’t help but want to be bred fully and completely by you, so much so that the thought that he can't even get pregnant doesn’t seem to cross his mind.

As a general, Jing Yuan has trained many young disciples and seen plenty of children aboard the Xianzhou. Seeing them so often, frolicking around the streets with such carefree joy and laughter surrounding them, he couldn’t help but wonder sometimes… what if they were yours? Years ago, Jing Yuan would never have even batted an eye at the sight, but after being with you for so long, he could only imagine what it would be like to have kids of your own. Oh how he yearned for you to get him pregnant. If only you knew how much he wanted you to make his belly swell with your babies as you pumped him full of your seed.

One day, these thoughts managed to escape him. You had been on a walk when a group of young children ran past you, dragon kites in tow. It was then that he mentioned how much he would love to have kids of his own with you. At first, he thought you hadn’t even heard his passing comment, but who would’ve known that later that night you’d be bending him over on your shared bed to fulfill his wish.

“What was it you wanted, hmm? If you wanted to be stuffed full of my cock, you could have just asked, darling~” with each word uttered, you sunk yourself deeper into Jing Yuan’s abused hole.

“Don’t worry, sweets, afterall, who else can fulfill your wish if not me?” you chuckle as you lower your voice to a whisper. At the same time, you finally bottomed out inside of him, causing a moan to escape his throat. After so many rounds, he was already sensitive, and each touch felt like fire against his delicate skin,

“N-name..” he whined, looking up at you through half-lidded lashes. You gently shushed him, pressing a finger to his lips to quiet his words.

You set a slow yet consistent pace, forcing the spilled cum back into his hole with each of your thrusts. “My dear A-Yuan,” you purred, “you’d look so pretty all knocked up with my babies, gonna fill you up just like that ‘n turn you into my baby mama” you murmured into his ear, breath hot against his neck.

He whimpered, pawing at you as rutted against you. “Pu-puhlease, more- ngh,, faster,, ah!” he begged, burying his head into your shoulder to hide his face.

You chuckled, ignoring his pleads and pulling out in favor of trailing kisses down his exposed neck, biting and licking at his supple skin as he lay beneath you. “A-Yuan, A-Yuan,” you tutted, “so needy... can’t I take my time making love to my darling wife?”

“N-name-!” he whined, squirming around under you, “put it b-back..,-” Unable to do anything, Jing Yuan could only struggle and writhe in vain at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

You caressed his cheek, using your thumb to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall from his watery eyes. “My sweet sweet dove, I can’t understand you if you don’t use your words. So why don’t you go and tell me exactly what you want, hmm?”

“W-wan it inside, ple-please- can’t-,” he panted, stumbling over his words.

“Go on now, speak clearly for me, darling”

He sniffled, doing his best to string his words together “Ngh, want to get pregnant,, want you”

“Good boy,” you cooed, capturing his lips in a kiss as you repositioned yourself outside of his hole. You pushed his legs up against his chest, taking a moment to admire how beautiful he looked before quickly shoving back into him without warning. The sudden feeling of fullness pushed Jing Yuan over the edge, causing him to spill cum all over himself with a choked sob.

“F-fuck,, keep going ngh,” he groaned, digging his nails into your back.

You peppered him with messy kisses as you continued to pound into him, each thrust fast and powerful, thoroughly reaching his prostate. You kept going even as you came inside of him, not stopping for a moment between shaky breaths and moans.

“Gonna breed you full of my seed,” you groaned as you rutted into him, “Gonna fuck you til you’re stuffed full with my babies, til you can’t fit any more.” Between your cock and the many rounds of cum that filled his hole, Jing Yuan felt like he was about to burst.

Seeing this, you pressed down on the bulge peeking through his stomach, eliciting a loud moan from him with each circle you rubbed against it.

Your hands firmly held his legs in place as your cock thrusted into him at an overwhelmingly quick pace. At the same time, you pumped his hard dick in time with your thrusts, the tip already leaking from his previous orgasms.

As you grew closer to your climax, your rhythm became sporadic and messy, too busy focusing on chasing your high to worry about keeping a steady pace. “F-fuck.. love you s’much,” you rambled drunkenly, “gonna be such a good mama for my kids”.

You held Jing Yuan tightly, leaning down to kiss him as you messily pounded into him. He whimpered into your kiss, knuckles turning white from gripping at the sheets as he cried, “G-gonna cum, gon-gonna ah AH~!♡♡”

Seconds later, you joined him, filling him to the brim with your seed. You stayed sheathed inside for a moment, just basking in the feeling of him around you as you came down from your high. “So pretty just f’me,” you mumbled as you hugged him tight, kissing each of the bruises you left on his neck.

After you pulled out, the aftermath of the scene began to spill from his loose hole, both his and your cum dripping down his legs and splattered across his stomach. Despite it all, he looked ethereal, all messy and ruined with tears and sweat strewn across his well-built figure. Such a powerful and decorated general and he was all yours. Yours for the taking and yours to ravage.

“You’re so good f’me, baby,” you hummed, “took me so well”

You stroked his hair, running your fingers through his tangled locks and peppering kisses to the bundles of strands between your fingertips. Jing Yuan smiled tiredly before closing his eyes, nuzzling into your embrace. “Wwait, don’t stop,” he cried, alarmed, “still not- done..” with each word, his voice drowsily trailed off before finally falling asleep. After so many orgasms, he still wasn’t satisfied. It seems you would just have to grant his wish tomorrow too~

©2024 exphhoria ; do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim, plagiarize, or use in any form of ai

[certified-sleep-deprived]

Hi

I hope you're doing well

I don’t know if your requests are open but if there are

I was wondering if you could write for Agatha Harkness x reader. Maybe Agatha finds reader humping against a pillow and smut

tysm <3

Pillow Humping

Hi anon! This has been sitting in my drafts for months and I apologize. I hit a huge creative block and I just haven't felt like doing anything, but I'm slowly crawling out and trying to get to the requests piling in my inbox. This was kinda buns so I'm sorry. My requests are always open unless specifically stated otherwise :D

Wc: 1.4k+

Warnings/notes: Top Agatha, bottom reader, r is sexually frustrated because her wife is away for a week, pillow humping, fingering (r receiving), mommy kink, slight degrading (a calls r a whore), cunnilingus, legal age gap (all characters over 18), 18+ NSFW under the cut!

This entire week has been absolute hell.

Your wife, Agatha, had been away on a trip for her job in Chicago with the promise of making it up to you as soon as she got back. But, in her words, “You are under no circumstance to touch yourself while I am away, or Mommy will have to punish you”. And this had made the entire week a slump before she even left.

Oh, it probably didn't help that she would call you at night and would be masturbating over the phone so nonchalantly you could be fooled she wasn't playing with her clit while she had the phone on speaker next to her.

By the second call, you couldn't even concentrate on her voice anymore. All you could hear was the visceral sounds of her fingering herself or using the dildo she fucks you with when she dons her strap.

It was pure fucking torture.

You had managed to not touch yourself the entire week, but you've had enough at this point. Your wife would continue to taunt and tease you, and you needed relief fast. Agatha's actions had you too pent up and sexually frustrated to even function on your own work, and it showed in your performance.

So, you know what you said? Fuck it.

Fuck her rules. Just this once can't hurt, right?

The air in your shared bedroom with her buzzed with arousal and pent-up desire. Your eyes flickered to her pillow beside your head, and the idea you had already made your loins hot and sticky. If you couldn't fuck her, then her pillow was the next best thing around.

Maybe you were a tad bit excited at the prospect because you scrambled out of those blankets and shucked your sleep pants, having forgone underwear for the evening all together.

As you grabbed her pillow, all you could smell was the lingering traces of her conditioner. Even after a week of her absence it still carried that familiar scent of jasmine and coconut she loved so much. The pillow slotted in between your legs, and you slowly lowered your hips to glide your folds along the seam. But you must have been really sensitive from a week of orgasm denial because when your clit connects with the seam, an obscene moan flies from your throat. It's loud enough that you don't even hear the front door open and close downstairs.

Agatha had gotten home early from her work trip and wanted to surprise her darling wife by fucking her thoroughly in their bed. She wanted to make the night about you as an apology for having to go away for so long. But you can imagine the older woman's surprise when she finds said wife humping a pillow–failing miserably may I add–which went against her rules of not touching herself.

And, Agatha realized, it wasn't just any pillow on the bed that you were humping; it was one of hers. You were humping her pillow. The pillow she slept on every night.

The sight was arousing as much as it was infuriating. No pillow could make you fall apart like she can. She's the real deal, and she was going to make sure you knew that.

First, her baby girl broke one of her rules, and second, she was trying to get off on her pillow. A fucking pillow. This wasn't going to fly with her at all. She finally broke your chain of frustrated grunts and moans with a taunt.

“Well, well, well. What is this?” She tsks. “An impatient wife of mine who is too much of a whore that she can't even wait for Mommy to come home?” Her face mimics an expression of mock hurt.

“And here I thought I could surprise you by coming home early.”

Her footsteps fall silent on the bedroom carpet as she stalks to the foot of the bed like she was caging in her prey.

It wasn't too far from the truth.

Once her voice had broken you from your incessant humping of her pillow, you knew you were absolutely fucked. You were caught breaking one of her rules and she was going to punish you.

She crawls on the bed and yanks the pillow out from between your bare legs, throwing it somewhere behind her and onto the floor.

You scramble up the bed until your back hits the headboard behind you, and apologies spill from your mouth.

“Agatha, I'm so sorry, I-”

“Is that how you address me?” She huffs and takes your hair in one of her hands, yanking your head close enough you could feel the humidity of her breath on your face.

“You fucked up, and I want you to address me properly, you brat. Who am I?”

She grabs your chin, not tightly, but firm enough that you can't turn your gaze away from hers. Agatha's eyes burn like a blazing inferno, but not out of rage. Her eyes reflect that of a woman who was equally pent-up with desire as you had been the past week. And the cerulean of her irises are nearly blown out by how dilated her pupils were.

“I'm sorry, Mommy. I tried to be a good girl!”

Your wife huffs in mock disbelief, and you can still smell the lingering traces of Starbucks on her breath. It's a smell you know so well due to how often you find her slaving away in the office downstairs.

“If you were a good girl, then you would have known better than to touch yourself, pet.”

She pulls you down by your thighs from the headboard slightly so your head is resting on the pillows. Her fingers softly glide and dance over your inner thighs, always stopping just short of your soaked folds before gliding back down. It was torture, and she knew what she was doing. She was the master of puppets, and by puppets, you were the only one stringed up in her web.

You roll your hips down to try and catch her hands, desperate for any sort of friction on your throbbing core.

“Mommy, please! Need your fingers inside of me!”

She smirks and trails her fingers to just grazing along your folds, and the ghostly touch makes your hips jump up.

“Do you think you deserve it? After all, you were a bad girl and broke one of Mommy's rules.”

A frustrated whine left your lips as she straddles your hips to keep you from squirming.

“Please, Mommy! I'll be a good girl. I promise!”, you whimper. It was an act of pure desperation, but it seemed to be enough for her because as soon as those words leave your mouth, her eyes darken and swirl with a hunger only you know you can satisfy. Her breathing is shallow and ragged as those same hungry eyes rake over your form, and she shimmies down your body until her face is eye-level with your groin.

You hook your thighs on her shoulders as her tongue delves in between your folds, licking a hot stripe up from your entrance to your clit, swirling circles around it, and then pulling away.

Her fingers replace her tongue only a moment later, pumping in and out of your quivering hole, desperate to bring you to your peak.

She wanted to punish you, but when she was sexually pent up for an extended period of time and then had you begging like that? She couldn't. Agatha needs this as much as you do.

Your g-spot was constantly being bumped by her fingers, the stimulation from it, and your overall neediness were bringing you to the edge faster than you expected. It was like a tsunami slowly rolling into the beach.

Agatha took note of this and navigated her mouth back to your clit to bring you over the waterfall. This woman always drank up your reactions and thrived to see you tumble over the precipice.

She was so consumed by your impending orgasm that she didn't even realize you had cum until she felt it gush all over her mouth. Her chin and mouth were dripping with the aftermath of said orgasm, and it only fueled her.

“Let me go get a towel to clean–” you start to move to the bathroom, but your wife stops you. She has a certain glint in her eyes, one that you're accustomed to by now.

“No,” she says firmly. “Its been too long since I've had you.” Agatha begins to undo her pants, and while she pushes them down, you can hear the unreleased desire in her voice as she speaks.

“It's Mommy's turn now.”

[xeeljii]

T :3

Thanks for the letter! -`♡´-

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

CW: 18+, f! reader, toys duh!, se.x tape ...

“It is my birthday!” Those words had gotten you into this and now you were too riled up to stop halfway through. There is something so lascivious on the way his eyes close in on your entrance, completely fascinated by the way the muscles gives and tightens around the toy he is currently pushing inside you, phone camera on his other palm held tightly but with trembling hand. 

“You are sick.” You say but it drifts onto a high pitched moan that has you gushing around the pink rabbit vibrator.

“This is not even my toy.” He replies with a big smile on his sweet lips but he doesn't even look up at you, still too entranced in his own game. 

When you had finally accepted to move in with Joost he had found the old forgotten toy amongst your things as he helped you unpack in his apartment, he had teased you relentlessly purely because he enjoyed seeing how red you got but finally you had snapped and said if he was so curious about it you could try it out. He was against the idea of at first, not truly understanding the appeal when he could just touch you directly and make you cum in his mouth, his fingers, his dick, the skin to skin contact always his favorite part.

But the days went by and the idea grew slowly slowly inside his head, the more he though about it, the more new things he wanted to try and soon he started fantasizing about using the toy to make you cum again and again and again only focusing on you. So eventually when he built up enough courage to swallow his earlier words of not being interested he had asked if he could use it on you and when you said yes he had pushed it even further.

“Can we make a video?” Big shinny sky blue puppy dog eyes looking at you, beaming with love using everything at his disposal to plead his case.

“What? No!” You immediately raised your voice. "Why even-" 

“For when I'm on tour please." He had been sitting on the edge of the bed and started crawling up to you when he spoke. "I miss you so much.” He finally bent down and rested his head on your lap pressing himself close to you and wrapping his arms around your hips not letting you move.  

“JOOST!” You chastised when you felt him rubbing his face against you core already riling you up.

“Please" He whined still head on your lap mumbling words against you. "Plus it is my birthday soon, it can be my gift.” He had proposed it so proud of himself like it was the best idea he ever got.  

“You are an animal.” But you already knew you were only prolonging the inevitable, he had broken any protest as he usually did with his big puppy eyes, so you just threw yourself back against the mattress.

“Only yours.” 

And now you are in your current position, legs spread as wide as they will go, Joost nestled in the middle so utterly hypnotized by the shiny wet heat between your thighs. He is naked expect for his boxers that are straining against his hard length, the tip is wet with precum, the thought that you can have him like this fully untouched adds to the pleasure.

"So pretty." He licks his lips like he is a starving man in front of his favorite meal, it makes you tremble. He pushes the toy deeper into you, the constant vibrations against your gummy walls feel so overwhelming and the closeness has the external arm of the toy applying tortuous pressure to your clit. You try so hard to hold it, close your eyes so you won't have to face him and try to push away from his touch but he just keeps his hand steady and raises the intensity.

Everything is white noise, you feel your back raise from the mattress on instant reaction, the heat in your core snapping and burning you from the inside, you hear distant screams, it must be your voice but you feel so overwhelmed in your body you can't be sure. Your cunt is gushing all around the toy, your release spills down his hand trailing down his knuckles until it reaches his wrist. The vibration on your clit becomes too much, tears spill from your eyes as you close your legs around his hand and push away, he finally lets you.

Joost removes the toy softly and turns it off, throwing it away somewhere in the bed, but he doesn't let you rest for long. You feel his strong but gentle hands prying your thighs open again then in your dizzy mind you remember the phone on his hand. With one palm he spreads you open, exposes your glistening heat and your poor overstimulated hole that is clenching on nothing to the lens of the camera, his thumb rubs soft gently at the lips of your pussy just feeling your sweet release.

"You are really sick." You mumble barely above a whisper, still feeling your spine tingly with electricity from your orgasm.

“Now another one without the real thing.” Joost says cheery tone as he leaves the phone on the bed next to you just for a second , only long enough to take off his boxers and reveal his hard dick, wet red tip catching your eye.

“JOOST!” You complain, try to fight it, then he looks at you beaming smile on his face and you already know you won't say no.

And so he grabs the phone on his hand again and you let your delicious torture start.

[thirteenheavens]

HIIIII !!! hope u are having a great day!

Here to request for taehyunstrengthkink. That's it. Thank you.

- i'lljustbe💋anon

You like that? ||Kang Taehyun x Reader

Word count:700+

Notes: so so happy I get to write a txt smut eeee hehe hope you enjoy and anon I love you

Taehyun's strong arms wrap around your waist as he pushes you against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck. You gasp at the sudden force, feeling the heat between you both build.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he whispers huskily, his breath hot against your skin. "I can't get enough of you." He lifts you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You feel his muscles flex beneath you, the raw strength making your heart race.

"I want to make you scream," he growls, pinning you down on the mattress and looking at you with a hungry gaze. "I want to show you just how strong I am." He rips your clothes off with ease, tossing them aside as he takes in your naked form. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands running over your body possessively. "So delicate and fragile." As he begins to touch you, your breath hitches at the sheer power behind his movements. The way he handles you, knowing that he could hurt you but is being so careful, drives you wild.

"Do you like that?" Taehyun asks, noticing your reaction to his strength. "The way I can lift you like you weigh nothing?" He grips your wrists and pins them above your head, holding them in one hand while the other traces down your body. You feel so small and vulnerable beneath him, but it only makes you more turned on.

"You're so tiny compared to me," he says, his eyes darkening with desire. "I could do anything to you right now." He leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he dominates the kiss. His other hand slides between your legs, finding your wetness and rubbing circles on your clit.

"I love feeling you tremble under me," he murmurs against your lips. "You're so sensitive, so responsive to my touch." Taehyun lifts you up effortlessly, pinning you against the wall as he lines himself up with your entrance. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he presses against you, his muscles taut with anticipation.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks, his voice rough with need. "Ready to feel every inch of me?" Before you can respond, he thrusts into you hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out at the sensation, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move.

"You're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you in place. "I love how you feel around me." He starts to pound into you, each thrust making your back hit the wall with a thud. The sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room, mixed with your moans and his deep growls of pleasure.

"I could fuck you like this all night," Taehyun grunts, his pace never faltering as he holds you against the wall. "You're so perfect for me, so tight and hot." His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving bruises that you'll wear as a reminder of this moment. The pain only adds to the pleasure, driving you closer to the edge.

"I'm close," you whimper, feeling your orgasm building deep inside you. "Taehyun, please don't stop." He smirks at your pleading tone, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I won't stop until you're screaming my name," he promises, increasing his speed and angle to hit your sweet spot with every thrust.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Let go and let me feel you." You can't hold back any longer, your body shuddering as you reach your peak. You scream his name, your walls clenching tightly around him as your orgasm crashes over you. Taehyun follows soon after, his own release triggered by the way you pulse around him. He buries his face in your neck, groaning your name as he spills himself inside you.

"Fuck," he pants, holding you close as he tries to catch his breath. "That was incredible." He carries you to the bed, collapsing beside you with a satisfied sigh. "We're definitely doing that again," he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Maybe next time, we'll try something even more adventurous."

[msgexymunson]

The Food Of Love

Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you) 

A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy. 

Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)

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The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.

"Sweetheart, what you doing?" 

Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you. 

"I'm making pancakes." 

You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.

"Really? I don't see pancake mix." 

Laughing, you turn to face him. 

"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you." 

With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child. 

You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.

One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork. 

Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you. 

"That good babes?" 

"Umph." 

Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.

"I fuckin' love you sweetheart." 

Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food." 

He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips. 

"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you." 

Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss. 

"I love you too Eddie." 

He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears. 

********************

The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again. 

You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle. 

"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner. 

"It's spinach babe, it's good for you." 

He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.

"Do I have-" 

"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?" 

You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf. 

When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't. 

"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart." 

It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?

"Eddie-" 

Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all." 

Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words. 

********************

The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food. 

Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.

"Eddie, baby I'm home!" 

"I'm in the kitchen sweets!" 

You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour? 

You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind. 

A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb. 

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!" 

His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides. 

"Well, ain't I lucky." 

"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go." 

He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like. 

You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on. 

The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top. 

"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?" 

Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you. 

Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had. 

But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling. 

With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes. 

"You're gonna make a great husband one day." 

You swallow, and stare again. 

"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day." 

He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.

"Yeah?" 

"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something. 

"What?" 

'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."

You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head. 

"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!" 

[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Aaayyyyyyy

Imagine Alastor realizes Val has like, exclusive rights to Angel Dust's image, but not his voice so he he and angel conjure up a contract something flimsy with lots of loopholes or an expiration date. It's all for show really, so Alastor owns his voice, and so angel can't do any lines or moaning or anything in the pornos, but he's on Al's broadcasts, (not doing anything overtly sexual, just like, teasingly. Alluding to things, suggestive comments, ), maybe they set up a phone sex hotline(not the same number for Alastors braodcast, again, but definitely effiliated with it) and it's not cause Alastor particularly wants any of that, he just hates the Vees and Angel is his friend (some how, he's still figuring out when all these hazbins wormed into his heart) so he's just waiting until Val shows up to negotiate buying out angel's vocal contract. He intends to add stipulations to the contract that Val already has.

Husker might also be involved. There might be a plan involving drinks and "being in the middle of a poker game" when Val shows up, to break angel out completely, but it's only if everything goes right.

[vi-for-vendetta]

I want to be peacefully minding my own business, perhaps overconfidently walking home a bit late at night in something a bit too revealing for wandering eyes. Then, just as I let my guard down entirely, someone will come up behind me, slap their hand over my mouth and begin to tie me up.

I can't tell if it's more than one set of hands, all I know is that I'm being gagged and bound as I'm thrown in the back of a van. I'm blindfolded and carted off somewhere, my tied up body tossed onto a bed, maybe it's just a mattress on the floor, as if I was nothing more than a coat being discarded at the end of the day.

I'm still blindfolded as I'm tied into a new position against what I'm sure now must be a bed with a bedframe. My arms are tied over my head, as if to either side of a headboard. My ankles quickly follow as my legs are kicked over my head and tied to the same place my wrists have been.

My blindfold is peeled off and I can see I'm in some dark basement room, surrounded by masked men and women with their dicks out.

"Try to scream and you'll regret it."

My gag is removed and I'm too stunned to talk, my mouth is agape in shock.

"Look at her, already ready for her job!" I hear another voice say.

Before I can process what's happening, a cock is shoved in my mouth. I gag hard, it's too big to fit, but the person straddled over my face is determined to get it all the way in. I cry, I think I'm going to vomit, there's no way it can get in any further. But then, the person forces themselves past the barrier of my throat and gets balls deep into my mouth.

I whimper.

Just as I think I am able to process the sensations that come with the assault on my mouth, I feel hands all over my body.

A firm hand spanks my ass.

Calloused fingers tug at and twist my nipples.

Fingers curl inside my wet cunt.

"God, she's already soaked, she must love this!"

"I bet this is what she's always dreamed of."

I hum something, maybe a hum of protestation, against the cock in my mouth. It does nothing but make the person on top of me moan and thrust harder.

"Keep doing that, baby."

For some reason, I comply. I keep moaning. Am I really getting pleasure from this like they said?

I feel something like a marker dance across my thigh, my tits, over my womb. I have no idea what it says, but the people writing on me sure seems amused.

Then, the person in my mouth starts to buck against me faster.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, keep that pretty mouth tight against me. That's it. Just like that."

He's close. I'm frightened to think what him cumming so deep in my throat will feel like, but before I can give it much thought, he's pumping me with his seed, and someone else is shoving their cock into my pussy.

I scream against the cock in my mouth. Who ever stuffed my cunt is far too big to be in there.

It hurts.

Before I can protest, the man on top of me hops off, adds a tally on my tits, and slaps me on the face.

"Good job, slut."

Another person quickly takes his place.

The person fucking my cunt moves faster, in rhythm with the person my mouth.

My brain goes fuzzy.

"Let me try something," I hear a voice in the distance say. Then, all of a sudden, my nipples are being stabbed with something. I scream, but it's once again muffled by a cock.

"There, she looks so much better with little cow rings in her."

My nipples have been pierced and I can tell they're ring shaped, because someone instantly starts to pull on them.

There's a sharp slap against my pussy from the person fucking my cunt, "Why don't we put on here, too?"

I shake my head in protest. The room fills with laughter. And before it subsides, I have a clit piercing. Another little ring to be tugged on.

My vision begins to go fuzzy from all of the pain, or maybe it's pleasure, and I fade out of consciousness.

I wake to the sharp sting of someone forcing their cock into my virgin ass hole.

I scream, for the first time unmuffled by a cock, but that quickly changes as a wad of fabric is stuffed in my mouth.

This goes on for what feels like days, but it very well could've been just a few hours.

But now each time I come back to consciousness, there are less screams, more moans. I buck my hips against the people fucking my now gaping cunt and ass. I swirl my tongue against the cocks in my mouth, I thank people after they've cum in me.

My body is covered in tallies keeping track of how many times people have cum in my mouth, my ass, and my cunt. There's also a tally of how many times I've cum. It's a shockingly large tally. I don't remember cumming that much, maybe at all.

But I don't care, I love the feeling of cum dripping out of me. I crave it now.

I stick out my tongue for the next cock, I wiggle my ass towards the people at the end of the bed, hoping to beckon them to my holes.

After god knows how long, my belly begins to swell and my tits fill with milk. My captors now take pleasure in drinking from me and feeding me my own milk.

I only respond to them in nods of pleasure and sharp yeses now, so they get bolder with truly using me to explore all their desires.

I'm told to open my mouth, of course I oblige. Hot piss steams into my mouth, over my tits.

Someone in the background apparently loves the look of this and decides to join. My mouth and chest become a group urinal.

The person fucking my ass then makes their perpetual presence known by pissing in my ass hole. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt.

I love it. I moan and swallow the piss in my mouth. The room fills with laughter.

"My god, she's such a fucking whore!"

"I think I'm in love!"

"This bitch is perfect!"

It's music to my ears.

I want to stay like this forever.

[nekoannie-chan]

Angry

Title: Angry.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 472 words.

Square: 1 “Angry sex”

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Steve is mad at you.

Major Tags: Smut, angry sex.

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“Is that what you think of me?” he growled, cornering you against the wall.

“I don't have to think it; you prove it every time you open your damn mouth.”

The silence that followed was thick. Breaths hitched; bodies were too close. Then, without warning, he kissed you hard, as if arguing hadn't been enough.

You responded with the same intensity, tugging at his shirt, clawing at his back.

The kisses were awkward but urgent, the hands desperate, as if they wanted to punish each other with every caress.

“Do you really think you can decide for me, Steve? “

“I'm not deciding for you,” he growled, taking a step closer. “I'm protecting you.”

“I don't need you to protect me!” You pushed on his chest, not moving him an inch.

“Oh, don't you?” His voice became lower, dangerous. “Then tell me why you almost died on that mission.”

Before you could reply, his lips collided with yours. You clung to him, enraged, wanting to hit him and kiss him at the same time. Your nails scratched his back as he lifted you in his arms and carried you against the wall.

“I can't lose you,” he murmured against your neck.

He pulled down your underwear desperately, just enough to keep you there, open for him. His belt fell to the floor with a click, and without a second thought, he penetrated you, making you moan in his ear.

The movements were fast. Each thrust was like a claim, as if he wanted to remind you that you were still alive, that you were still his. Your legs trembled around him, your back scraped against the wall, but you didn't care.

“Tell me you don't hate me,” he whispered between gasps, pushing harder.

“I hate you... so much,” you said, but your body contradicted him. You squeezed him tighter; you wanted him more.

And he knew it.

Steve held you tight, one hand under your thigh and the other on your waist, as if he wanted to pin you against the wall with every thrust.

“Say you hate me again,” he gasped in your ear. “Let's see if it sounds so convincing when you're so fucking wet for me.”

“You're an asshole,” you whimpered, pulling his hair hard, forcing him to look you in the eye. “But you do this to me... and I can't stop you.”

He growled, kissed you, then reached a hand down between you, brushing your clit with his fingers, causing your back to arch with a stifled moan. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you shuddered, feeling the orgasm ripple through you.

“That’s it...” he whispered against your neck, not stopping. “Only mine, do you understand?”

A couple more deep, desperate thrusts, and you felt him come with a low grunt as he held you tightly.

[marysdigdiaries101]

VINYLS

summary : it was margot's turn to pick where to go for date night, and she had the perfect idea of what you'd like.

warning/s : margot robbie x fem! reader, brief smut, mostly fluff, some angst, top! margot, bottom! reader, profanities, not proofread.

word count : ya'll alr know i didn't check

authors note : this was requested here. margot is so goddamn angelic i can't. i'm so so sorry, the ending is really rushed, i can make a part two if you lot want one ! but anyway enjoyy ! ౨ৎ

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scrolling through your instagram feed, you shoved another handful of popcorn into your mouth. you had been sat on this same kitchen island stool for two hours and thirty three minutes. yes you were counting.

today was date night and you were so excited to see what margot had planned for the evening, well, for the first hour you were. now you were bored out of your mind. and really uncomfortable too.

picking at the seams of your floral dress, you eyed the dripping tap, willing your girlfriend to come down the stairs soon. maybe if you just ignored margot’s ringing phone in your hand two hours ago, you wouldn’t be here right now. she had texted you that the director called her into a major meeting that she just had to attend.

“I’ll only be a minute!” she called out as she shut the door to your shared bedroom. inhaling deeply, you hopped off the kitchen stool. taking off your leather trench coat and hanging it on the pole at the bottom of the stairs, you made your way to your bedroom where margot’s sweet voice chatted away in a hushed voice. you had decided to take matters into your own hands.

you opened the door slowly as you pressed your index finger to your lips, indicating margot to not take notice of your entrance. taking off your black doc martens, you smirked as you caught the blonde eyeing you down.

once your first task was done, you gently straddled your girlfriend, taking her free hand and guiding it to unzip your dress.

as you crawled off margot, you shimmied the dress off making sure to really emphasise your boobs.

margot drew her eyes away as she found herself stuttering on the phone. clearing her throat, she focused on the floor, forcing herself to stop gaping at you.

climbing into your girlfriend’s lap you started your ministrations on her neck, holding the blonde’s free hand in yours, making sure she doesn’t push you away. disguising her first moan with a load cough, margot glared down at you as the moans became more frequent.

working your way down to her breasts you groped and bit them through her cream coloured silk button down. taking a shaky breath, margot informed her director that she needed a second and would call her back immediately. after quick goodbyes, she ended the call as she pushed your hands away from her body.

“what the hell do you think you’re fucking doing?” , she questioned you, smoothing out her creased top. “oh don’t act like you’re so goddamn innocent, you kept me waiting for so long downstairs; any longer and i might’ve started decaying!” you grumbled as you glared at her.

“so you come up here and start seducing me? and may i add, while i was on a very important work phone call. what are you, three?” she grunted. grimacing as you looked at her expression, you almost regretted your actions. but two whole hours of your life had been wasted waiting for her to be done with this stupid thing and she promised you, she promised you this night was going to be amazing. and so far she was failing miserably.

picking your clothes up, you got dressed in silence, refusing to make eye contact with your girlfriend. putting your shoes on finally, you made your way out the bedroom door, not uttering a word.

thirty minutes later, margot came downstairs, an apologetic expression painted over her distinct features. "i'm so sorry baby. i knew that tonight was our night and i still let work take over. i should've told her it wasn't a good time, but i didn't. so i want to make it up to you. this whole weekend it's just me and you. i got my director to clear my calendar. i'm all yours." the blonde said, her tone filled with remorse.

you could make her really work for it, really punish her for making you wait. but not with those glistening ocean blue eyes silently begging you.

"fine." , was your short response as you hopped off the sofa, smoothing out your dress. "where are we going?" you asked, being extremely blunt on purpose.

"we're going vinyl shopping, i know how much you love them and-" cutting off her sentence midway, you jumped into her arms, any former conflict diminished. ? "baby that's so sweet! i love you, i love you, mphh", you giggled smothering margot in pecks all over her face.

grinning, margot eyed your face blissfully. "i'm happy you're happy." she sighed as she enveloped you in her arms, squeezing you tightly.

"i love you." she confessed into your neck, her arms wrapped around your waists. you were in for a night to remember.

[reedsofintimacy]

Hi everyone! Welcome to my bio! (It's a long one)

You can call me Reeds or Reed. Some basic facts:

💚 I am 25 26

💚 I am 6'4 = 193cm

💚 I am American

💚 I am ethnically Scandinavian

💚 I speak basic Français and 汉语

💚 I am a virgin 😇 I've actually never had my first kiss

💚 I wear glasses and am definitely a nerd

💚 I am straight

My tags:

#Ask Reeds - my ask responses

#ReedsPosts - my misc short posts

#ReedsWrites - my longer form writing

#ReedsIRL - photos/audio/media of me

I have a telegr that I prefer to use for talking which is the same username as on here so pls add me 🥰

This bio will be a bit long, so for more info on everything about me click below! 🥳

💚 POSITIONS AND ROLES 💚

I'm a top, meaning I enjoy the act of pleasuring my partner more than having my partner be focused on stimulating me. If we had to pick a position, I'd want it to be the one that feels best to her, because seeing her loving it is what thrills me, less about min-maxing my own sensations

I lean a bit subby, meaning I'd prefer my woman to be in charge and take the lead, but I can be flexible and switch. Society has (sadly 🎻) not created many women who feel naturally comfortable bossing men around in the bedroom or elsewhere and really enjoy it. That's fine, I mostly just want to pamper my partner. Whether that's through worship and service as a sub myself, or spoiling a pillow princess submissive as more of a dom. It feels less natural to me, but when I see how happy and needy it makes her I'm very happy to give it my best 🩷 but I can't do super mean aggressive slap-slap-slap "what did you say to me!?" *punish *punish it just isnt in me.

So combining those two (top and sub), I like the sort of woman who while we're hanging out would decide she wants her pussy eaten, and so would spread her legs, and begin tugging a bit at me coaxing "babyy~ i think you need a little snack~ 😈🫦" and then watch a huge bulge form in my pants as my face makes contact with her thighs and I greedily service her until she can't take it anymore and pulls me up to kiss her instead.

Or while we're in a fitting room shopping for clothes would lift up her skirt, revelaing she isnt wearing any panties, and lean in giving me a big hickey and whisper "you're going to breed me in this fitting room 💋" and giggle as she leaned over into the position that always felt the best for her, eyeing my blushing red embarassed face, hesitating. "Or else I'll moan 👅💕" she'd threaten and tease, but silence herself with a bite of her lip when she felt me slide in and fill her, her personal fucktoy thrusting just the way she taught him until she gets everything she wanted, and then praises me with a "thank you, good boy 🥰😘" enjoying the helpless puddle I've now been turned into. Then slide her pants back on and walk out of the room with her pet's sperm still leaking down her thigh, off to go keep browsing while waiting for me to collect myself.

💚 FETISHES AND KINKDOM 💚

I'm fine with just plain vanilla sex ofc all cuddly and lovey with little growls of "you're mine 🫦"

🩵 BDSM ❓️

I'm not into bdsm like sadomasochism and pain play. Wax, knives, whips, black leather. I just don't get the appeal, I'm soft and sweet. Some light bondage to mix things up, collaring, etc is all fine but not too much beyond that.

🩵 Pegging ❌️

I am *not* into pegging 🙀 (gasp) I know. Heresy. But I don't want anything in my butt, see the above about topping. Although being pinned down and her riding her clit against my bottom to masturbate herself...😏💦

🩵 Humiliation & Praise

I like the idea of humiliation but anytime I've actually heard it its been super cringe. The fantasy of the "popular girls" inviting me to a sleepover just to watch how easy i get hard then pin me down and toy with me knowing whatever they show me would be the most I've ever seen, etc is really sexy to me 🫠 but the moment a real human voice is roleplaying it idk I find it hard to suspend disbelief and not be overly aware of myself and feel silly. Maybe its the anxiety disorder. Praise is always nice 🥰

🩵 Service

I consider myself a service top sub and love to worship and please someone, whatever it is that makes them turned on. That can be giving lots and lots of head and getting my face ridden 😍 or using my hands for her, or giving a foot massage, or chest kneading, or holding her book as she reads, or brushing her hair, or carrying her things, or worshipping her butt with kisses, smooching her tummy, clitwarming her in my mouth while she reads, etc. I love to be useful to someone and that extends to in the bedroom. Bonus if it comes with praise for doing a good job.

🩵 Breeding 💦

Creampies are so sexy, i dunno why you'd want to finish anywhere else. There's something so posessive about insemination and the idea of fertility and a cervix and womb thats just very 🥵. I also think the body changes associated with pregnancy are very sexy. Getting a cute tummy bump and swollen leaky breasts the prove I'm claimed to you now is yummy. But i dont think i want kids, definitely not right now, and theres nothing sexy about labor pains or abortions lol so for now this is more of a mental fantasy kink. But if they invented a birth control pill that still simulated the tummy and tits a bit and needed a particular potency and cycle timing to activate i would be alllll over it 😍😍 also maternity clothes are so cute.

🩵 Dry humping & grinding

I'm a very big virgin, so sometimes overly forward stuff just overloads my senses like blowing out a photograph with sunlight and i dont get much out of it. With dry humping the motions, the desperation, the longing for whats behind her panties but not quite getting it, the involvement of her clit which will feel really nice for her, how she rocks her hips controlling exactly what tempo will make her go absolutely crazy its just so needy and cute and sexy. Id love someone able to get off just by desperately rubbing agsinst my throbby bulge.

🩵 Posession, Lipstick stains, & Hickeys

Possession is very sexy and what better way than cute lipstick marks stamping me as owned. Or a collar, or her name written in sharpie on my underwear, or bites just under the shirt line. I want it all I want to be so so hers.

🩵 Lactation 🙈

Idk if the actual milk would be warm and gross irl but the idea that you can suckle someones pretty tits so hard it makes them leak, and that milk pressure builds up and gets achy needing to be relieved by a subs mouth is very 💦💦💦 plus needed to go through breeding to activate it usually is kinda naughty in a "I did this to you" type of way.

🩵 Me as a Dom

As far as being more of a dom goes, I think I actually prefer the ddlg side of things, which I think is currently out of style and unpopular. But I like the dynamic lending itself to pampering and spoiling someone and being more focused on sweetness relative to just being some sort of master figure. Also like littlespace gear is still so cute like pacis and onesies will be adorable forever its such a mix of cutesy girly and a bit humiliating for someone to wear that I really think it works 🩷When I identified more as a dom I kinda always wanted an abdl sub to baby and still think its cute and degrading and hot & am embarassed to admit that, I never e-dated anyone who actually did it. 💖 but if I'm the sub, while I have a mommy kink I'm not into regression or any of that stuff myself

🩵 Omo/pee (her, not me) sounds spicy and is hot to watch, idk if it'd gross me out irl. I used to be really into videos of girls wetting their pants or panties and something about it is still strangely hot. Have a tiny maybe fantasy of a girl making out with me straddling my lap and then just letting her bladder go as we kiss and grind soaking us both. 🙈

🩵 Collaring and petplay is cute, I'd totally wear one for her.

🩵 Getting referred to as "my little white boy" by a nonwhite person with a thing for white guys (🙈🙈 SHUTUP!!)

🩵 Minor humiliation like being teased by her panties or sat on/used as a stool etc

🩵 Not really an irl thing but in hentai when the girl is overstuffed and you can see the bulge pushing up her tummy 🥵

🩵 Corruption, of either of us and especially me.

🩵 Dirty Talk

One of my absolute favorite things to do is get to talk to someone as they touch themselves 🩷 turning them on with my fantasies and then begging them to please please please cum, spamming my words as they release so they can just read and not have to type just feel like im there with them 🥰

💚 MY "TYPE" IN WOMEN 💚

My taste in women irl is that I always have the biggest crush on the kindest girl 🙈 like the one who's proactive and honestly makes me feel bad for not being a better person when I'm around her. Someone who listens, has a big heart, Christmas is her favorite holiday just because of the cheer and her sweet childhood memories and she thinks its cute to hold hands. Who focuses on the positives whenever possible and wouldn't compromise her ideals to fit in socially. Not into gossip or putting people down, is nice to strangers, waitresses, etc. I think you get the point. Something about those sort of people imprints deep into my heart 💟

I am into successful, intelligent, driven women. Like "I was the president of ___ club, I'm a ___ position in this company, I have a degree in ___, I speak ___ and ___ languages, I play the ___" it all makes me just 🥵🥵🥵. I'd love someone who has some sort of public skill/hobby like playing in an orchestra 😍 or doing community theater or playing in a sports team, anything where I can show up and get to be a cheerleader like 🥹😻 that's my baby up there!!! And get to clap and cheer and compliment how she did I just think would be super cute and fun. Then take her out to dinner afterward for doing such a good job ⭐️

I don't find typical domme-aesthetic things like -- *Smoking *Vapes *Weed *Lots of tattoos *Short hair *Goth vibes *fishnets *dyed hair *promiscuous *into knives and blood -- to be very attractive personally. Just not my type.

I'm more into miss innocent church girl, honors student valedictorian who secretly has had a high sex drive awakened and guess who walked right into her trap 👀💦 she secretly corrupted herself and now she's going to corrupt me 🙈❤️‍🔥

I totally get the sex appeal around the bully type domme who is all tough, even if she shows you her sweet side, and that sounds super hot on paper but idk irl I just don't seem to be into people who are actually that way. Its very "sexy" but it isn't compatible on a deeper layer

I don't really care about age. Obviously they *must* be legal but college student who is younger than me vs someone my age vs milf who is a bit older it's all a wash. All have their distinct appeal. All get a 👍.

Height is also inconsequential. I mean I'm (6'4 193cm) or thereabouts so I'm nearly always going to be a fair bit taller than my partner regardless of her height. I think the size difference is cute, something about having a 4' in your height is just idk a bit hot? Lol but i have no real preference I like the whole spectrum and never really think about height, and hypothetically if I *could* find a woman who's my height or taller, that'd be sexy too 🥰 Different flavors but all delicious.

I am a genuine fan of both more curvy and more skinny body types, but less so each extreme. A slim figure and grabbable waist i can fit my hand around and a lil *pow* booty is scrumptious, but if she's so skinny its like borderline unhealthy and it feels like id break her if I grab her wrong and I can see all her bones 😬. Of course I'm very happy to support a partner struggling with an ed or who has had one in the past, but I want my darling more than anything to be healthy. Likewise curvy people can be extremely yummy 😋😍, I love a curvy tummy in a bikini it oozes fertility. but if its to the extent it prevents her from going on cute lil hikes with me and creates health problems then I'd want to help her workout and cook her some homemade healthier food so she can feel better and be more energized and well. But purely aesthetically ❤️ curvyness is a yes. So are stock standard body types ❤️

Breasts and everything to do with the body is actually kinda gravy because for me its the *face* that I'm attracted to and the body is just the fun present that comes along for the ride. Nothing about someones chest size or whatever would make me unattracted to them if i liked their face. Buttt obviously a full chest is nice, but i hesistate to say big because it really depends on weight and body. Fullness relative to body type so that it 🥳 pops is most sexy. So a skinnier girl will be a smaller size, but being skinny and still having a fairly prominent bosom makes it 🥳 pop. Likewise being curvy will grow the size, but some people already big will now develop 💥turbo milkers💥 that 🥳 pop. So its less about surface area or bra size and more about protrusion from the chest, and ofc big is nice ❤️ that being said an itty bitty chest while independently less sexy becomes part of a persons vibe and fits into the whole which as a connected body can be very attractive 💋 Plus then you get to wear pretty bralettes. I'm not really hyper aware of tit sizes but I did want to explain what I think most guys mean when they say they like "big tits" but also we dont pay that close attention a boob is a boob and theyre all fun so just 🩷 love your body mkay?

Bootys i notice less person to person, theres just like 3% of the population that has 💥💥 in their pants and *also* dresses to accentuate it and show it off and look we all think those people are 🤤🤤 like making a protruded lil mound out of their tight jeans or rocking some yoga pants or leggings. Hottie hot hot but 97% of us have unremarkable normal butts.

One thing I *am* really into, the closest thing I have to a "type" is long hair ✨️✨️. Like i have never seen a girl with hair past her butt I didn't want to marry. Mid-back 😀 waist length 😃 past butt 🤪 the longer the better. Idk what it is it just seduces and intoxicates me its so pretty. I know its such a pita for women to maintain which is why its very rare, and my partner can have her hair however she wants it i wouldnt want her to suffer for me, but super long hair is just goddess tier its like the one physical attribute i have a clear robust preference on. Short hair indeed can be cute but long hair will always win in my heart. Straight, a bit wavy, curly honestly it doesnt matter that much its all gorgeous. Long hair my beloved 💕 may i have my lady sit on my lap and allow me to brush it for her some day. I want to help wash it and learn 1,000 ways to style it for her, although hanging free is the best 😍

People have different physical sensitivities, and I think I prefer having a pretty sensitive partner. I've had before during sexting where I'd spend 3 hours naughty talking someone and sexting while they touch and still just barely cum by the end, and other partners where we'd be going 20 mins and she'd go 🥺 I'm really close and I'd beg her to let it go and then she'd release and then probably be too sensitive to even go again for a whole day. That was soooo cute and sweet to me. Since I love pleasing someone so much getting that validation more quickly was really nice and also fit my schedule better, and it would be so creamy and throbby and pulsy when she was done it made my eyes roll back to just watch it. And she'd have to be so careful about how much she touched or it would ache even if she was soaked and horny still. It was really endearing ❤️ everyone is different and needs different amounts of time but I'd prefer someone where I can pour everything into a really great 30 or 40 mins as opposed to being up all night trying to get them off. Being especially creamy is also a plus 🤭

I'm totally fine with someone who is a little too tight and has to be really gentle with themselves, its cute and I don't mind at all if most days all she can tolerate is a gentle tonguing and some kissing. Same with if she's too sensitive and has to stop early before I finish, so long as she gets off and is satisfied I'm a happy camper 😇💖 But nothing wrong with stamina either

So concludes the sexual information!

💚 About Me Personally 💚

🩵 I am musical 🎶

I play the guitar 🎸 and previously played the drums 🥁 and piano 🎹 and even have a clarinet

🩵 I'm a big reader 📖

I have a particular interest in Classical Eastern Literature and have read things like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the Valmiki Ramayana, Journey to the West etc. I'm a big fan of classics in general, my favorite book of all time is the Count of Monte Cristo

I also have been getting into classical SciFi, been reading a lot of PKD and some Dan Simmons and Kurt Vonnegut and it's been really enjoyable so far.

🩵 I'm a programmer

I can do fullstack web development from html to nginx and work mostly within the dotnet ecosystem.

🩵 I'm a nerd en général

I love learning things. My first love is the sciences, I went to college for chemistry. I would love to have time to improve my terrible math skills and pick up Korean as a another language, and want to level up my world history especially with regards to Africa and Southeast Asia both of which I am fairly unacquainted with.

You can talk to me about productivity systems, desk setups, fountain pens, video games, and other weird nerd things.

🩵 I want to travel

I've never left the US and one day would love to get to see more of the world.

🩵 I do some amateur writing

I enjoy making my lil erotica mini stories here, and also sometimes in my freetime plan out silly novels and short stories never to be published but just for fun.

💚 I think I'll end things here for now, there's definitely more to me but that should be an effective enough primer. If you made it this far and havent dm'd me...wtf is wrong with you?? We're basically already friends now? 😘