#im done i have a tummy ache

[nakajimaas]

qi rong as a girl, inspired by this one conversation me and my friend had

[aggressionbread]

i can't eat greasy food anymore without a tummy ache 😭

[edensxgarden]

landoscar hires their girl as their personal assistant so she will quit her job and travel with them 🪼🪼🪼

Im sorry but i just COULDN'T help but turn this into dark!landoscar 💔. 

Lando and Oscar who love their girlfriend so, so much. They were so beyond obsessed with her and they would never even dream about doing ANYTHING to ever hurt her. 

Except.. maybe they could and maybe they actually were planning something that would definitely, definitely hurt you but.. in the end it would all be for the better!!! 

It all started when you missed a mclaren 1-2 because you just couldn't miss some important bullshit at work and they had to end the race weekend with their painfully aching cocks thrusting up into their hands instead of into you. 

So they decided on something very evil together on the way home, something they knew they should feel guilty for but they really couldn't bring themselves to care. 

So as soon as they got home they made a note to fill your needy cunt up so many times, your tight hole was literally pushing out their cum as you squeezed around their tongues, whimpering and whining out your little praises and congratulations between desperate pleas of their names. 

And once they were finally done with you, they tucked you in, kissing your forehead and letting you doze off, all innocent smiles and cuddles. 

But once you were finally out, Oscar grabbed your phone from the bedside table, quickly finding the your boss' number and sending the most heinous things he could possibly think of before handing the phone to Lando to do the same. 

So it was more than expected when you got home the next day hours early, sobbing about being fired, how you didn't even understand what you did. 

Good thing they deleted the messages. 

Oscar took you into his big strong arms as lando pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, both of them cooing about how everything will be ok. 

It took a few hours before lando finally slipped the idea into conversation, lightheartedly mentioning how at least now you could come to their races with them. 

You quickly realized, maybe it was all for the better. You could depend on your boyfriends, they had more than enough money to support you. You didn't need to have a job, you could always rely on them. 

You went to bed, tears dried and heart full, so beyond grateful for your sweet boyfriends who were always there for you <3 

And the next time oscar and lando got a 1-2, they had you there cheering them on and giving them something much better to come back to the hotel to. 

Lando gripped your hips from behind, using his bruising hold on you to slam his hips into you, until his dick was so deep inside you, his leaky tip was drooling in your tummy. 

And oscar was so deep in your throat, you were drooling and sputtering as his hands in your hair moved in tandem with landos to push you up and down their fat cocks.

 You were so cockdrunk. Your brain was so hazy and broken and your eyes were so teary, you couldn't even notice the little smirk lando and oscar gave eachother. They both smugly looked at eachother, knowing you would never ever know the way they flipped your entire life upside down. Now, you could forever be their sweet little cockslut, completely and utterly dependent on them forever. <3 

[duhlore]

❛ BUT I LOVE MESSIN’ WITH YA !

PAIRINGS; subbot!k. chisaki (overhaul) x reader

CWS; amab!reader, brat taming ig, belly bulge, afab!chisaki, choking, mentions of biting/marking, not mentioned if reader is a hero/villain etc ((up to u >_>)),, cunnlingus/face riding, creampie(s), p in v sex, ooc idfk 😒😒, cowgirl position, lowercase on purposeosos!!,, not proof read

notes: rewatchde mha and im 5 eps away from being doen with s4 and good god overhaul is so..😛😛,,this is lazily done srry but i have TOOOO much shit in my drafts so i needa work on thag.,,,;..

KAI CHISAKI who's always so rude and bossy towards others, pushing and bullying them into doing what he wants them to because he has to get his way all the time for some odd reason, not caring how many nasty comments he has to make to get what he wants. what a brat... KAI CHISAKI who thinks he's better than everyone because of his gigantic ego, like he rules the world or something. it never mattered how small or how little the person was, he always frightened or threatened them enough to do whatever he says. some definitely needs to put him in his place, but no one has the guts to do so because they're all so terrified and intimidated by him... except for you.

a low, almost inaudible whimper falls from kai's lips, a familiar sound you gotten used to as he hovers over your face, staring down at you with half-lidded lust filled eyes. And as he lowers himself down onto your face, he can't contain the moan that immediately left him when he felt your lips suckling on his clit, giving all your attention to the sensitive nub while he began rocking his hips, slowly finding a rhythm.

kai ends up grabbing a fist full of your hand when he's about to cum, grinding down onto your mouth hastily as he desperately chased his orgasm, his soaked pussy making a mess all over your face. and when he does come? he's loud as ever, so loud to the point where he has to cover his mouth with his hand, head thrown back in ecstasy as rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

KAI CHISAKI who'd always keep a stoic face and cold attitude, but when he's around you? he's a completely different person— he's always so loud and whiney whenever you go down on him, his body trembling in ways only you can cause. And he gets wet so easily too... it doesn't matter what you do to him honestly, you could literally just brush your hand against his waist or his thigh and his cunts practically drooling for you, begging for your girthy length.

KAI CHISAKI who loves when you bend his smaller body into all sorts of positions, but his personal favorite is definitely when you let him ride you. It makes him feel like he's in control... at least a little bit. he enjoys being on top because he gets to see your face while he pleases you, which pleases him— a lot.

“hmmph...” kai's breath hitches as he continues to move, his thighs aching while his body screams at him to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so. he loves looking down to see your face, being able to see how much pleasure he was bringing to you as his walls contract around your member. there are pretty marks scattered from his collarbone all the way up to his jawline along with marks on his neck that resembled handprints from you not too long ago, a sign that he belonged to you.

at some point, chisaki's head falls back when he feels your finger start to rub his clit while your other hand press against the bulge of your thick cock poking through his tummy, it was crazy how deep you were— it felt like he could feel you in his fucking throat. there's a white ring forming where the two of you are joined together, the mixture of your fluids causing kai's pussy to make an oddly satisfying squelching sound due to how sticky it was.

KAI CHISAKI who doesn't let anyone control him or forbid him from getting what he wants, but when it comes to you... he's on his knees whenever you ask, willing to give you whatever you want without and doubt or hesitation.

© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

“fuck that shirt.”

needy!chan x fem reader

genre: smut, no plot

word count: ~1.2k

warnings: unprotected sex..? is that all?

an: inspired by this video.. because.. hey what the fuck? i’m feral.

masterlist

‼ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⚠︎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‼ adults only • mdni ‼ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ⚠︎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‼

“baby.. i need you.” he said, almost pouting. he was dressed in his slacks and white button down, still left over from his meeting. you rose from your place on the couch, holding back a giggle. he looked so needy, his eyes pleading, as if you would ever deny him. you would think he would know by now that you’re just as needy for him as he is for you. you approached him, and spread your palms against his broad chest. you could feel his warmth radiating through the fabric.

he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and inhaled deeply. like he wanted to fill his entire being with your scent, like just the weight of your hands were enough to bring him some form of relief. you traced your fingertips along his chest and up to his shoulders. you squeezed them gently before guiding your hands up and around his neck. your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, the spot of his usual ‘duck tail’ that you loved so much, but tonight he had his hair done and straight. you tugged on the strands lightly and guided his lips to yours.

the kiss started soft and gentle but very quickly escalated, thanks to him. he was indeed needy, it seemed. his hands initially cupped your face, cradling your head in between his palms. but once the kiss became more fervent, his hands traveled south. he gently caressed your breasts through your sleep shirt, which was just an old shirt of his. once his tongue found its way into your mouth, his fingertips found their way under your hem. he rubbed at the skin of your tummy, and slid his hands around over your hips and to your back, pulling you tighter against him.

his teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he bent his knees and scooped you up, his hands on your ass, your legs wrapped around him. you let out a small squeal at the sudden liftoff, but soon giggled against his lips. he carried you down the hall and to the bedroom. you moved your kisses from his lips to his jaw as he walked. he groaned when your lips made contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. he kicked open the bedroom door, moving as quickly as he felt comfortable with. he didn’t want to drop you after all, you are precious cargo.

he reached the edge of the bed and gently tossed you down onto the covers, your body giving a slight bounce. you propped yourself up onto your elbows as you watched him. he was already barefoot, having taken his shoes off at the door. he began unbuttoning his shirt, but grew impatient half way through. his strong hands balled up the fabric and yanked the two sides apart, little plastic buttons flying all over the floor.

“channie, im not going anywhere.” you said. “there’s no need to ruin your shirt.”

he reached out and grabbed you by your ankles, and swiftly pulled you to the edge of the bed. he pulled your panties down and threw them to the side. “fuck that shirt.” he growled. “i need you. now.”

his skilled fingers rubbed at your clit for a moment. a gasp escaped your throat as he slid two fingers inside you, doing his best to prep you as quickly as he could. his erection growing almost painful in his pants. he used his free hand to undo his belt and his zipper, pushing his pants down just far enough to free his aching cock.

“you’re prepped, aren’t you baby?” he asked, rubbing his tip through your wetness. “can i please?”

“you’re big, channie.” you reminded him. “just take it slow to begin with. let me adjust.”

he nodded. “slow, yeah. slow.”

he pushed his tip in and groaned, his head falling forward at the relief of finally being inside you, even if only a little bit. his fingers dug into the skin of your hip and he tried to ground himself, slowly sinking further and further into your heat.

“fuck.. fuck..” he whined, before his hips met the back of your thighs and he was fully inside you. he tried to stay still and let you adjust to him. but you could feel him twitching inside you, his grip on your hips surely would leave a bruise, his body practically shaking. “please. please baby.” he begged.

“go ahead, channie.”

he hooked your legs over his arms and fell forward, his hands on either side of your head now. he leaned down and kissed you softly, before slamming himself in and out of you repeatedly. you couldn’t recall the last time chan had fucked you this hard. usually he was a slow and doting sort of lover, more focused on your pleasure than his own. more focused on worshipping your body and taking his time with you. coaxing orgasm after orgasm from your writhing body before he even considered sinking his length inside you. but that is not how tonight would go. no, he was far too needy for that. far too sensitive. he was already shaking, his thrusts sloppy, panting his babbling incoherentness into your ear.

seeing your usual stoic boyfriend be this far gone, brought you close to your peak quickly. you gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle. your pussy fluttered around him, on the brink of release.

“fuck. fuck, baby i’m not gonna last.” he whined. “need- fuck. need you so bad.” his head drooped into the crook of your neck, his whining breath tickling your skin.

“that’s okay, channie.” your hands explored his body, from his muscular back, around to his toned stomach and chest. “i’m- ah- i’m close anyway.”

“yeah?” he asked, though he wasn’t looking for an answer. “cum, please. baby please.” he let out high pitched, staccato moans as he tried to hold back and wait for you. “ple- cum- fuck. please. please. fuck.”

“cumming channie.” you breathed. your vision went dark as your high crashed over you, your muscles clamping down around him, making it hard for him to continue thrusting. but that was okay, because as soon as the words left your mouth, he was filling you up.

“baby. fuck.” he breathed, his cock still twitching. “you feel so good.” he leaned back, fully extending his arms to prop himself up and look down at you. he looked completely fucked out. his hair was everywhere, his eyes were hazy, his skin covered in a light sheen.

you reached out to touch his cheek with your fingertips. he turned his head and kissed your fingers. “so needy, channie.” you said, giggling.

his ears turned pink and he looked away. “i mean..” he chuckled nervously. “been thinkin’ bout you all day.”

his body fell on top of yours, his strong arms wrapping around your middle, his face buried in your chest, as he squeezed you tightly. he was sweaty, but you didn’t care. “love you.” he mumbled into your shirt.

you tousled his hair as he continued to nuzzle into you. “love you too, channie.”

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©hyunjins-orange-slice-too i do not give permission for this work or any of my work to be translated, copied, or reposted.

[paiges-1vur]

hi guys! sorry for not posting that much recently, heres a little bit to make up for it!

paige x reader

You opened your eyes slowly, the light hurting at first. You are suddenly aware of the fact that your lying down on the bathroom floor- but wait. not your bathroom floor. you suddenly get the urge to throw up and you hurl your body towards the toilet. The door opens as your bent over the toilet and you feel big hands grabbing your hair, and holding it back as you throw up. “there you go, your okay, its okay” she says because your visibly shaking. you fight to lie back down on the floor and pass out but are guided back to the toilet by the girl behind you. “There you go, good girl. you’ll be okay just let it out..” you feel a hand caress your back slowly as you start to gag again. Next thing you know your sitting on a bathroom counter in the dark, as someone else brushes your teeth. “wait, i cant even see- what? whos here?” you ask, mouth full of toothpaste. The voice lets out a low laugh, “its paige, remember azzis friend you met tonight? azzi um… she went to bed early tonight so im here to help take care of you” you nod your head slowly but aggressively earning another laugh from the girl. once your done brushing your teeth you get lifted off of the counter and onto the floor. “paige- wait can i call you paigey?” you ramble “paigey my feet hurt i dont wanna walk- and if i have to go home its so far.” suddenly paige picks you up bridal style and carries you into her bedroom “oh dont worry sweetheart azzi said you can just stay with me tonight- and i dont mind, i know your dorm is far” she places you in her bed, peeling the covers back for you to climb into. shes standing above the bed just looking at you. “what” you say, “oh nothing, your just so cute like this” she says smirking. you climb to the top of her bed so that you can crawl into the sheets before you speak out. “no.. nuh-uh cant sleep.” you say, visibly upset and uncomfortable. paige comes to sit next to you on the bed “whats wrong?” she asks, wondering whats making you upset. “i dont feel good… not good” paiges face flashes a hint of concern and sympathy. “okay- how sick?” she says concerned. “not a ten for sure.. maybe a 7. it hurts bad” paige nods, listening to what you have to say. “do you feel nauseous or do you feel like you have a tummy ache” you squirm around on the bed for a moment trying to get comfy, “i have a tummy ache” you say with a hint of a whine in your voice. paige brings her hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “is there anything i can do or get for you to help ma?” you close your eyes, suddenly consumed with tiredness from partying so hard all night. you nod your head and start to sloppily try to change out of your going out clothes. “need help?” paige asks smiling as she watches you try to get undressed. “ill get you some new clothes, you will be nice and warm” she adds as she notices you have goosebumps all over your body from the chilly uconn autumn. she helps you get into an oversized uconn tshirt that goes all the way to your knees. as her hands roam your body momentarily you cant help but think to yourself “mm, its so cold- your hands are so warm.. feels good” she crawls into the bed next to you, letting out a small chuckle as she smiles down at you. she opens her arm, “ill keep you nice and warm” she says as she wraps her arm around you, her hand resting underneath your shirt on your waist. the last thing you remember is your head on her chest, your legs intertwined, and her scent as she planted a soft and gentle kiss on your head. “goodnight y/n” she whispers quietly as you fall asleep in her arms.

(sorry if this is completely ass i haven’t edited it, and i wrote it while severely hungover this morning because i have felt bad for not posting lately)

[judeswhore]

something small and silly based on this

go easy on me i haven’t written in months idk what im doing

your brother's best friend was studiously trying to ignore you as you perched on the kitchen counter, his attention darting over anything that wasn't your bare legs or glossy lips. the quick clench of his jaw made it obvious that his efforts were in vain because jude didn't need to look at you for his heart to thud or his skin to heat, just the fact you were in the room was enough to make his head spin. his reaction to you was addictive and playing with him was more entertaining than anything else you could have planned for the afternoon.

"why're you lazing around in your knickers?" your brother's voice was laced with disdain, his face scrunched in disgust when he entered the kitchen behind jude. at the mention of your underwear jude glanced sideways at you from his spot by the fridge, dark eyes drinking in the yellow bikini you were sporting and you knew he was replaying all the dirty things he'd done to you in it only days before. he blinked slowly as though mesmerised by the material and the way it clung to your skin, still damp and glistening from the pool.

"it's hot." was all you said, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug as you leant back on one hand, the move pushing your boobs a little further out and causing an awkward cough to splutter in jude's throat. it had you smirking, beyond happy knowing you were making him squirm and knowing the more you taunted him in front of his best friend the more likely he was to make you pay when he got you alone.

"well, you’re an eyesore." you rolled your eyes at the insult, bringing the ice lolly you'd previously been sucking on back up to your lips and watched the two boys root through the fridge. "y'might wanna clear off by the way, the rest of the lads are coming over and none of them want to see you like that."

"the only reason your pig headed friends spend any time over here is because they get to see me." you pointed out, tongue darting out to lick the very bottom of the lolly to save the juice threatening to drip over your fingers.

jude, bottle of water tipped halfway towards his lips, narrowed his eyes at you, brows tugging together in an unimpressed scowl that made your tummy dip. you weren't sure if it was a reaction to the comment that his friends were always leering at you or the suggestive way you were mouthing at the icy goodness in your hand but you enjoyed it either way.

while your brother's head was still stuck firmly in the fridge, jude finally let himself admire your half naked body and the heat of his gaze almost felt like the soft drag of his fingertips when he touched you. it made you shiver, a full body tremor that scattered goosebumps over your arms and legs and awakened the soft tug below your bellybutton that you only ever felt around this boy. you shifted a little atop the counter, squeezed your thighs together to dull the sudden ache and watched jude's lips tip upwards, his eyebrows rising in smug satisfaction.

this was suddenly a two player game and there was no way you were letting him win.

"it's nauseating how full of yourself you are." your brother grumbled, throwing a glare at you over his shoulder as he pulled cans and snacks from the fridge, setting them down on the counter next to him before crouching to raid the freezer. jude remained leaning against the counter directly opposite you, not once letting his gaze stray from yours now the other boy was preoccupied.

"if i was full of something, trust me, it wouldn't be myself." you drawled, lighting up when jude gave a soft laugh and shake of his head, mumbling a quiet "jesus christ" that was almost drowned out by your brother's groans of discomfort.

"for once in your life shut the fuck up." he complained, voice a little muffled behind the freezer door. you had no reply to that, too focused on the way jude was watching you, eyes sparkling with unfiltered lust and that usual sprinkle of mischief. you cocked your head to the side and swung your legs out a little, heart thumping unsteadily in your chest when he threw you a lopsided grin.

there was an obvious thrum of energy between you and you hated knowing you'd have to wait until later that night when your brother had fallen asleep before you could have any sort of alone time with him. sneaking around was fun and exciting until you were overcome with the need to kiss him but could do nothing about it. with your brother busy pulling bottles and bbq ingredients from the freezer you took the few moments his back was turned to play with his best friend, to make sure that when he crawled into your bed later that night it was only with the intention of ruining you.

the ice lolly you were sucking softly on was starting to drip over your fingers, red liquid trailing slowly over your skin but you made absolutely no effort to lick it clean just yet. instead you kept your eyes locked on jude's, let it trickle over your fingers before landing on your chest and sliding between the valley of your boobs. for a couple of seconds you simply let it roll over your too hot skin, hyper aware of the other boys gaze following the slow movement, pupils blowing wide as he took in the soft heave of your tits when you drew in a breath.

brown eyes snapped back up to your face, latched onto the playfully innocent smile you'd slapped on your lips as you tried not to laugh and whispered a quiet "oops" that caused jude's jaw to tick. with your gazes locked you used a finger to swipe over the sticky liquid, clearing it as best you could before bringing the same finger up to your lips and sucking it clean, tongue sliding over the skin as though it was jude's finger you were suckling on. you were making a show of it, revelling in the sharp rise and fall of jude's chest, of the dark look on his face and the slight flare of his nostrils.

slowly letting your finger go you flashed another grin, batted your lashes and went back to licking at the ice lolly, knowing fine well the boy opposite you was seconds away from having a meltdown. he narrowed his eyes, hand dropping to adjust his shorts in a way that made your skin flush with heat, a sudden giggle threatening to bubble up your throat.

"behave yourself." despite the fact jude only mouthed the words the air of dominance was obvious, the threat hidden behind his eyes forcing you to, once again, press your thighs together to ease some of the pressure. you swallowed thickly, ran your tongue over your bottom lip to taste the last bit of the strawberry flavour.

“make me.” you challenged silently, staring at him head on as you tried not to show just how badly you wanted him to make you. you were painfully aware of the wet patch that had bloomed at the centre of your bikini bottoms and even more aware of your brother as he finally started to rise from his crouch at the freezer.

the pulse in jude’s neck thrummed, half begging you to drag your tongue across it, to sink your teeth into the soft skin and leave marks that claimed him as yours. instead you arched a single brow before hopping down off the counter, dropping your now used lolly stick into the bin as you headed for the door.

“keep your dogs away from my bedroom.” you warned your brother, knocking your hand against the back of his head when you passed, using that same hand to playing pat jude’s cheek before his best friend could turn around. “see ya later, bellingham.”

you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back, or more likely your arse, as you walked away from him and knew he wasn’t paying any attention to your brother’s ramblings about the plans for the afternoon. a satisfied smirk was settled on your lips because you’d gotten what you wanted.

you’d barely made it to your bedroom door when two large hands caught you by the waist, hard chest flush to your back, hips pressed forward so you could feel just how worked up your little show had gotten your boyfriend. a hot kiss was settled against the curve of your jaw as the two of you half stumbled through your bedroom door, jude using his strength and grip on you to push it shut and pin you against it within seconds.

“always so fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?” he mumbled, fingers skimming your stomach before he let them slide between your legs, pressing lightly over your clit through the thin material of your bikini bottoms until you gasped and arched into him. “now be a good girl and stay quiet f’me and i’ll give you exactly what you wanted.”

[buzzkillers]

FABLES & PARABLES 3|?

Summary: You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.

Warning: NON-CON (due to sex pollen) , religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.

PART ONE PART TWO

“Where are you going?” You asked.

The beach-” Your roommate answered, almost soundlessly. Before she took a glance at the pile of blankets and dissertation papers you've become. “I would invite you but you seem too comfy bedrotting to join."

You looked at the mess you’ve become. At the smell you were for sure letting off. But you didn’t want to move. Moving meant having to look at people and trying not to jump them. Moving meant, your guts being twisted and heart aching and the inability to focus on anything but the dryness of her tongue coming back tenfold.

But your roommate was looking at you like that. Like you were a lost cause, and suddenly you remembered where you were. In a new country that you probably couldn't afford to visit again. And you were what? Sitting on your ass? You probably came off like a loser. She probably regretted even bunking with you. So you ignored the twist in your gut, and you smiled. Like a gun was to your head. “Nah, i wanna go.”

“Oh really?” she cocked her head, eyes squinted.

“Yeah, maybe it’ll be good to get some damn fresh air.”

—-

It was not good for you.

You underestimated just how much being inside actually alleviated the cramps that twisted in your gut. The moment you stepped on hot sand, you could just about fall to your knees. But you put up a good front. Instead, you sat at the bon fire that flicked and licked at the sky. A quick wick and you laughed until you felt bile reach up your throat and your eyes linger on everyones body a little bit longer than usual. There's skin showing everywhere and you’re not hiding it. Your eyes lap on exposed skin, crinkled locs, cushioned breasts and the over affectionate throwing of hands put on you.

You were all bundled around a fire.

Combined with your internal heat, you could just about say that you were in hell as your tummies settled with the alcohol and weed gummies. Ok maybe you were being dramatic. This actually was kind of nice. Even if you were currently running hot enough to boil the Atlantic sea. Before around you, murmuring and loud conversations took over the sound of the fire.

“I swear to fucking god,” said one of your classmates with their arms stretched out in the dirt. It was a dude with sallow brown eyes, his hair a wave of braids and sea beads and dark skin that glimmered so much under the moonlight that he kind of looked like a mermaid. Or maybe you were just too crossfaded. He grumbled at the fire. “Im getting a fucking refund, we haven't done shit.”

You all hummed in agreement. Or well you tried to, you hummed and it was more of a strangled gasp. Painful and lacking relief. You felt like shit, looked it too, with sweat beading down your face, as your entire body went slick with perspiration. The fire made it worse. It was taunting you. Each lick and flame forcing even your swimsuit to go damp and damn maybe you were too high.

Whatever.

The merman was right. This was a waste of a trip and none of you actually went to the landmarks you needed. Well, one tried but she simply got stuck in the rain. And then it took her an entire two hours to get back, that was a good enough warning for the lot of you.

“Teotihuacan will be better.” You somehow managed to say cause it had to be, it just had to. This was simply a fluke and this sickness was a fluke and it didn’t take long for everyone to agree and continue muttering more of their grievances before they decided to do something else.

A midnight swim, they said as you guys dipped into the waters. The smell of salty sea and the sunscreen you hazardly sprayed on before you got here invading your nose. Of course, this was probably a stupid idea. You expect that after you put a foot in, somehow the sensation of being high and drunk and then hot and now wet would successfully force you into an early coma.

You pushed forward anyway.

Slowly, you dipped in feet first, the water kissing your knees, till it's wrapped around your neck and you waited, and waited but the consequences never came.

Instead, it's a relief.

A jaw numbing, deep inhaling, blood curdling relief. It's a fist unclenching, and your body going lax as you dipped into the water and felt it cradle you like a babe with its waves in your hair and the rushing of currents at your calves.

In the water you quaked and you swallowed. Then there's a hand on your shoulder. Warm and insistent. As the water breezed over you, washing over your face until the currents embrace felt like fingers that brushed against your thigh. Until it felt like multiple wet, slimy hands were at your hips. Caressing your skin, then digging and pulling and, what happened next was kind of foggy but you remembered one thing. The sight of opal skin, talons at your breast and oh yes–

You started screaming.

.

.

And everyone stared.

–

Somehow afterwards, when the staring turned to worried concern and then uncomfortable silence; you had got up and stumbled to the hotel.

Unbeknownst to you, a shadow followed in your footsteps, a storm covered in golds and jade as the trees protested and the wind whistled in warning, in urgency. It was a malleant effort, but you continued to stumble on the path to the hostel and the shadow continued to watch, to stalk, in faint curiosity and then finally poorly veiled anger. Everything after that was sort of a dream really. A very terrible dream.

____

The hostel was a nightmare of jagged shadows and a creaking AC unit. A place where you didn’t remember taking the elevator nor did you remember stumbling to your room, keycard in hand as the floor slipped beneath your feet. Through the floorboards a song washed through you, a smooth melody, hypnotic and moving you to action but not to speak.

If you were asked to speak, it would not be possible. If you did anything it'd be as if you were stumbling through molasses as the door closed behind you-maybe?- and heat uncurled itself in your lungs and dug its way through your ribs. You felt drunk, high on a drug that you didn’t remember consuming. And if your frontal lobe wasn’t lagging at 2 bits per second, you might’ve been plagued with the question of why and then maybe, with a whisper, help. Please help.

Help with the fire that was beginning to curl in your belly and help with the numbness in the back of your mind and help with the incessant belief that something was fundamentally and irreversibly wrong.

Instead, you crumbled to your knees. Your vision nothing but a ragged cut of film that's been glued together and sewn haphazardly into something that might’ve been memories before you’re back on your feet.

Below, the murmurings and whispers of the tenants bled through the walls, a buzzing t.v, singing children and running baths. “Water.” you think you said, or maybe you just thought it. It was water that made the pain go away wasn’t it? Ocean water but what was the difference between that and what came from the tap? A few minerals and chemicals?

A hum wracked through the room, deep and spellbinding. It could only have come from you.

Then you blinked and you’re in the bathroom. You shifted and your swimsuit shedded off. Outside, wind whistled through an open window.

Another shiver licked up your spine, the skin of your bones rattling. The front door was open again. You should close it. But your bones had turned soft and the floor continued to lean forward, then backwards, the light overhead blinding you. You didn’t close the door.

The music only got closer.

And your hands are pressed into the sink, you're too scared to look in the mirror. It's been like that alot recently, ever since the illness started. Too afraid to look at the black screen on your phone, too afraid to see your reflection in puddles, too afraid to confirm a gnawing sensation. A question that you didn't want an answer to. Behind you, the bath ran hot. The steam clouded your lungs. So you kept your head down, focused instead on the rush of water from the tub you didn't turn on and on the clothes you didn't remember taking off and you took a deep breath.

In response, the bathroom door thumped with a slow, nauseating knock.

You would only have to turn your head.

It would be like the turn of a knob. It would be nothing, it was probably your roommate or your teacher checking on you but you could not look up. Fear kept your focus down as your hair raised and your body shivered.

The tub was still running.

You blinked and you were in the bathroom, in the tub. Everything was ice cold, a turbulent tundra against your veins. And then, the sun stood in your bathroom. A star encompassed in what could only be golden clothes and jewels that twinkled under the fluorescent light.

The sun sighed. "Mortals…..difficult" he turned off the tub. Your feet tangled with muscled calves, a head laid in the crook of your neck.

"I." was all you could say between chattering teeth. It broke through a cotton fog. Something thick and dense that curled at the edge of your skull, buried against bone.

More gold filled your vision. Golden skin, golden jewelry, golden heat that pressed against your skin and made the water overflow from the weight of him.

"Shhh," they whispered, like a melody, like a death sentence before calloused hands pressed into your cheek.

“You’re whining like a hatchling left behind by their mother.” Then a finger brushed at your braids.

“Did you want me to hear you?” He asked.

His voice low in a way that reminded you of ocean currents, of the washing of sand across a beach floor. And in the back of your mind, there's something like a warning. A flashing red light that pounded against your head till the song came back tenfold, and you all but collapsed in the man's arms.

“Who-” Your tongue went heavy in your mouth. What were your trying to say?

A chuckle followed, dry and humorless.

“You pray for me at my altar. You lay yourself bare in the water. You run from me. And yet you ask me who I am?” "

Above you, the stranger shifted. "I should kill you."

Then your legs were being pried apart. Your cunt suddenly split by thick fingers with a thumb on your clit. And just like that, the last remnants of the heat that seemed to plague you for the past couple of weeks washed away, all of that pain and overexertion collapsed into everything but a distant memory. And suddenly you felt silly. The store owner couldn’t have done this, your fingers couldn’t have done this and the familiar need to not be alone, to be surrounded by those that you knew for safety, for relief couldn’t have done this either.

How much time did you waste looking for relief that seemed to only be brought on at this moment.

Above you, the stranger grumbled. “Just know that I am a gracious God.” As the water slipped into your eyes and your lips gasped for breath as if for the first time. "That I am the keeper of promises." Above you the bathroom lights twinkled like stars and the tiled walls gleamed, filling you with glimpses of white, white, white; till your back arched and the orgasm crashed into you like the water, like the stranger whose fingers digged into your ribs.

“There you are.”

And then he was between your legs, something bigger replacing his fingers. “There you are.”

[constantnbpreg]

Rapid Preg: Steady growth or erratic spurts?

ohhhhh that’s so hard to decide i won’t even lie, both are so good

i think i lean a little more towards steady growth though? especially if it’s a slower steady growth maybe throughout the day. like imagine, ive hooked up with someone and send them off before going to bed. I wake up in the morning feeling a little off, just a little bloated but nothing crazy

sure when i put my pants on, it’s a bit of a squeeze but hey maybe it’s my period coming around the corner and that’s why im feeling so bloated.

but as the day goes on, that full feeling only gets stronger. my tummy pressing against the waistband of my pants. my chest start to ache in a way they’ve never done, and oh god my hips feel so sore for some reason? my pants feel a little tighter each passing hour, until it’s unbearable and i have to reach down and unbutton them only for my new rounded belly to burst forward with the new extra space. maybe a couple of hours ago, it looked like i had eaten a large meal but now… oh now i look pregnant, like im just entering my second trimester and my belly is starting to make my shirt tight

but the growth isn’t stopping, and there’s nothing i can do to stop it. i put my hands on my growing swell and groan from how heavy it’s starting to weigh on my pelvis. gradually, it keeps getting bigger until my belly is sitting on my thickened thighs which are ready to burst out of the seams of my pants. my back curving with each passing second and i’m moaning from how changed i’ve become. and no matter what, my pregnancy doesn’t stop until im sitting there, legs spread and panting. my huge twin filled belly sitting between them and my breasts grown huge with milk for my babies inside my womb. clothes ruined, body forever changed…

yeah i like steady growth a lot

[gamblersdoll]

HELLOOO how are youu? I want to ask could you write sukuna with a reader that has a succubus tattoo? You know the ones that go on your lower belly or back. PLS PLS PLS AND TY.

this scared me because im like literally finna get a succubus tattoo ! but of course! and im good!

cw: belly bulge mention, crappy sukuna, breeding kink if you squint.

any tattoos you get, he’s head over heels. (he wont tell you, of course.)

any arm tattoos hes biting at, especially when they are done healing because he’ll be damned if he fucks them up.

but a succubus tattoo? have you lost your fucking mind? do you not know how this man is??

once he figures out that you had gotten a succubus tat, its all over for you. he saw it, days after wondering what your deal was and not letting him see your stomach, not touching it, hell not even looking at it. (this caused many arguments.)

so instantly seeing it, your clothes are gone in a instant, find yourself on your back and knees spread wide the fuck open. you were aching by this point, tears streaming from your face as you clawed at his wide ass back.

“kuna pleeeassee!” you squeal, toes curling as he presses his thumbs into your slightly tender tummy. it was hell, feeling his thumbs dig into you and you couldnt do shit about it.

“so fuckin pretty.” he growls, feeling his fat, hard tip bulging through your skin. he reaches and grips your hair at the scalp–hard. he makes you look down to your stomach. “look at that shit, girl.” he groans, pressing his thumb on your lower stomach, watching the outline of your tattoo bulge from his fat tip.

“do you feel that?” he whispers, thrusts getting harder each second. he felt his balls starting to get tight, knowing hes about to breed your creamy pussy from the inside out.

by then, you thought it would be over.

“nah, you have another cock to please, did you forget?”

aside from the fact he goes crazy over that, any tattoos he’s basically taking care of them the old fashioned way. he was an old head, so it was a given he would do that.

and its one of the moments hes a little bit gentler than usual, knowing how sensitive it can be— ontop of you having sensitive skin all fucking ready.

so, if you decide to get a succubus tattoo, either three things can happen: youre being taken care of, nutted on, or youre expecting a little runt.

[shalomniscient]

excuse me 🔊 excuse me lady with a breeding kink coming through 🔊 excuse me

arlecchino isn't only an extremely responsible father but also a responsible and caring husband. she might look quite dull and cold but once her child is born she lets a tiny bit of her feelings slip through the mental cracks your childbirth left on her mind even in public.

she's tough and rough but she absolutely adores your daughter and – the powerful and intimidating woman she is – arle's definitely ready to play dress up or tea partying with her baby girl when she grows up a bit. but arlecchino is a busy woman as well... and her little bundle of joy will need someone to play with, right? so, after a few months from the childbirth arlecchino suggests making a nice cute sibling for your little one. she's aware that your body needs time to recover and she does her best to speed up the healing process.

your pelvic muscles are now flabby, of course, it was your first child ever! and that's no good if you want to make another baby. so, arlecchino insists on you performing kegel exercises. but instead of a toy she gives you... her dick! it's nice and thick and she doesn't shove it all the way in, so it doesn't hurt your still aching womb, but this way she can control the amount of effort you put into these exercises!

it feels hot and overwhelming, you're trying not to make much noise as your baby's sleeping right behind the wall in her cradle (she has all the best nannies in the world to take care of her at night, so you can rest). you are nowhere close to your climax, arle simply won't let you cum until you complete your exercises properly.

«the last set was hideous. come on, doll, do not upset me», she squeezes the meat of your legs and plunges a tiny bit deeper, growling into your ear. «try one more time, do it better». your walls squeeze her, then relax, squeeze and relax... her tip rubs so deliciously against your spongy spot, it's almost unbearable. she presses her palm to your lower belly – gently not to hurt your still soft tummy but firmly to feel your muscles.

«give me ten more and then i will probably make up my mind and let you cum», she whispers and sighs as she feels another particularly strong squeeze around her cock. «good girl, now nine more. do it properly»

you were never really into sports but these exercises... they were definitely better than any gym you could've attended in your life.

– with love, milk anon🥛

MILK YOU’RE KILLING ME IM LIKE. MENTALLY FACE DOWN IN A POOL RN /pos AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [more nsft utc—]

this is so…… i have no words. im. blushing at my phone rn. milk anon you are so crazy for this… THE GOOD GIRL AND THE HAVING TO KEEP QUIET……. this is hitting all the spots im going insane at 0027 hours rn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 im so WEAK for cockwarming and this is functionally cockwarming with a twist didhdkdksldjdkd

brainrotting about what would happen when the sets r done…….. she’d be gentler and not as intense as she usually is but archons does she know how to use that fucking dick of hers to make me absolutely brainless without even needing to expend that much effort LSHDHDJ i need her so bad 😭😭😭 she makes me feel like i’m in HEAT i SWEAR

on my knees for more of your breeding kink thoughts my dear milk… 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[sayorithot]

god, keeping you as my perfectly overstuffed human toilet, filling you and playing with your body as you take on all my piss. and now knowing you wouldn't mind it in your stomach either opens up so many fun possibilities. starting you empty, massaging your empty bladder as i coo gently into your ear that im going to make you so full. showing you the gallons of water im going to be drinking to fill you up. filling myself up quickly, over and over just for the intense pleasure of getting to release my piss inside my perfect human toilet. showing you every big bottle before i drink it, rubbing our bulging bladders together before telling you how good it will feel for me to empty. reveling in your moans as i massage and palpate your full tummy, bladder hard as a rock under my probing hands. feeling you clench uncontrollably, body overwhelmed with fullness but filled with so much pleasure. when your bladder becomes too full, too close to your body's limits, ill let you finally piss. but only while i'm filling up your stomach. plugging your ass while i play with your bladder rubbing and pressing and patting as you squirm before finally pushing down hard, forcing my piss out of you in a hard stream. your bladder is so full that despite the force you'll be releasing for a while and i gently grab the back of your neck, pushing down your throat and pissing into your stomach. your eyes hazy and crossed with pleasure. you're still pissing uncontrollably, my pee flowing out between your legs as you shudder softly, but even as you lose my piss i'm giving you more, straight to you stomach so it can get to your bladder as soon as possible. both of us pissing, and pissing, and pissing, for such a long time. you shaking and moaning around my cock, my perfect toilet taking all my piss and keeping it inside. when i'm done your bladder is empty but your stomach stretched full. and you can watch half dizzy as i start to chug more water, intent on refilling your bladder again. my stuffed little toilet.

xx

God this ask is SO fucking hot @///@

starting out so horribly empty, and you touching me and promising to fill me... shivering with anticipation and anxiety and need under your fingers...

fuck, would you hold the gallons up to my body? try to make me estimate just how full I'll get? how heavy my belly and bladder will feel? I've only ever stuffed myself with a couple liters at a time @///@ the concept of you giving me GALLONS...

hhh it's so hot too that you *like* pissing in me... not just like, *intensely* like, to the point that you'll chug and hold so so much water just to get to fill me up... fuck, fuck, I gotta be such a good toilet for you just for how much you like it and make me feel good... getting to see your bladder so full, letting me know that i get to hold on to what's in it soon, and that I won't be feeling any relief anytime soon... >///< slowly feeling my bladder swell bc the piss in my guts has to go *somewhere...* maybe I'll even get to feel you throb inside me as I clench and as you piss, making me into the perfect toilet @///@

I would whine when my bladder was finally stretched to its most limits... I want to hold on to every drop, be the best toilet for you, know that I've been gifted with so much liquid, but I'd also know i was aching and desperate to pee... the fact that I'd be going so long you'd have time to leisurely get up and shove your cock down my throat after pressing me to start @///@

and fuck, softly gagging around you, and feeling you push down to where I can't possibly do anything but accept it, feeling the warmth pouring down my throat as I finally relieve my bladder but I know it's only a matter of time before I'm filling up again, especially as my stomach sloshes with your piss

fuck, I wanna be such a good toilet for you, my stomach so heavy and full and whimpering and moaning every time you touch it, and all I do is bend over to let you relieve yourself whenever you want and id thank you for it... thank you for turning me into a toilet with a gurgling heavy belly and straining hard bladder and sloshing stomach... thank you...

[iplayghoul]

i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!

ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu

so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!

its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.

within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity 😭😭

so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.

when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.

he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/

i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad 😭 eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.

its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to his😭😭😭 "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.

but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."

and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)

[pixieskie]

˖˚˳⊹"i really do love you.. im sorry"˖˚˳⊹

-warnings: Angst, depress!on, su!c!dal thoughts, detachment, scars, body dysmorphia, disassociation, not proofread, chubby reader. -chars mentioned: Scaramouche -wc: 0.6k -a/n: i dont even know what to say.. Um this is .. something.. enjoy?

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as someone who felt every emotion more intense than others, it also meant feeling more sad. it should've been fine but you simply couldn't feel happy.. you have friends and family but still felt so lonely..

“helloooo” scaramouche waved his hand infront of your face to get your attention.

Suddenly looking up, you see him frowning at you. “what’re you thinking so hard about.. do you not wanna watch the movie?”

“sorry.. i just spaced out” you said embarrassed.. “just continue the movie, ill pay attention this time”.. Scara simply muttered a small ‘fine’ and resumed it.

Scaramouche is your best friend, the one you share everything with. But.. he could never understand the depth of your emotions.. The void you feel inside.. The aching loneliness that consumes you at every moment.

“Yes lets go to the beach!! itll be perf....”

“ooh i just bought a new bikini…..”

“wont it be too sunny? ill get tanne….”

you drowned out their conversation and thought of excuses to skip… you had no other choice.. a bikini wouldn't cover your scars, stretch marks or tummy fat.. it would be on display for everyone to see your insecurities and then they'd hate you.

“guys im sorry but i have to study this weekend.. exams are close”

“again? but didnt you say the same last week…”

“oh come on! itll be so fun…”

“ugh she does the same everytime…”

Ofcourse they wouldn't understand.. They had the perfect body..

The words were blurred as you tried to read them.. Nothing made sense to you anymore.. Your exams were near and you have to study but the words together don't make sense anymore..

Sighing, you went to splash some water on your face to wake yourself up. Looking up into the mirror, you saw failure.. Someone who cant study.. Someone who wouldnt be able to make a living..

You sat back down at your desk.. You can study and change your future right? its just a book..

But.. you cant make yourself read the words anymore.. you felt so tired..

Why cant you also be like others?.. Everyone else is so successful and perfect.. They have good grades, perfect body and happy lives..

You sat on the edge of the roof.. This used to be your hang out spot with Scara but eventually you both stopped meeting there.

“where the fuc- YOURE HERE?” Scara dramatically sighed, huffing. “Ive been searching all over for you. Come on, ive made dinner.. you have to eat something”

You chucked softly at his caring nature and nodded silently.. “Scara?” he was about to leave but turned back to look at you “yeah?”

“I love you”

He chuckled in confusion “yeah yeah i get it, i love you too. no need to get all sentimental with me, its just dinner.”

You turned back to the sky once he left. He probably went to your kitchen to fill a plate for you..

You smiled at the thought. He was the best person you could've asked for..

And it hurts. He cared for you so much but you couldn't appreciate it..

Leaving never had to be this painful.. But a tear fell down and you closed your eyes, recounting your memories..

There were so many happy moments you never got to enjoy.. Sad moments you stayed numb.. And the huge gap in your memory.. and nobody knew how you felt because you never let them.

‘Im so tired… Im so tired..” You looked at your feet, dangling off the roof.. ‘i hate this .. i dont wanna do this.. but theres nothing else to be done’

You took a deep breath in.. “i really do love you.. im sorry”...

…..

tags: @rubywonu @stygianoir @unsavoy-melon @kashiiwi @babbledabble25

[starcrossedreaders]

im literally fiending for a leon x reader fic inspired by stargirl interlude i just love that song sm and i cannot stop thinking of leon when i hear it!! like maybe reader is making dinner for leon for when he comes home from work, but the food isnt what hes craving when he gets home!?! youve done leon so much justice with ur fics and ur my fav leon writer so i figured i would send this request to u!!!

Authors Note: heheheh Thank you so much I hope you enjoy this beauty.

Warnings: Leon and reader fighting, ANGRY SEX p in v (wrap it before you tap it) Leon being MEAN, name calling,

Ungrateful bitch.

That's what Leon was to you right now; ungrateful.

But in this moment all of those thoughts crashed out of your head.

"You aren't the only one with a tiring job. I didn't have to make you dinner. So you either eat it or you don't."

I had a vision

A vision of my nails in the kitchen

Scratching counter tops, I was screaming.

"This is the third week we have had pasta now. I'm tired of it." Leon uncrossed is arms to put of three fingers to make a point.

"And I'm tired of you being ungrateful!" You raised your voice.

That one sentence is what had you in your position now. You were bent over your kitchen counter.

The edge of the counter bit into your tummy as Leon relentlessly rammed into you over and over again. There was no mercy in his thrusts, in fact, he wanted it to hurt.

My back arched like a cat

My position couldn't stop

You were hitting it

His hot breath fanned over your neck as he tangeld his fingers in your hair pulling your head up.

"Who's ungrateful now huh?" His cold dark words sent a shiver down your spine.

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it (I love it), starboy

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy

Leon watched as fat salty tears ran down your cheeks the harder his hips rammed into you. He even leaned over and licked a few of them away with a smirk. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your mind was clouded by lust. It hurt so good. The way he was kissing into your cervix, his harsh grip on your hair, and the screams that left your throat.

Drool leaked out of the corner of your mouth as your babbled incoherent words.

"I fucked you stupid," Leon huffed out a laugh. "Gonna let me cum in this pussy?" His voice was husky as he whispered in your ear.

You could only shake your head as broken pleas fell from your mouth.

"no no no." Each word came out punched with each thrust.

"Too fucking bad, you're going to take my load and be grateful." His thrusts turned erratic and sloppy the closer he got to the edge.

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl

I just wanna see you shine 'cause I know you are a stargirl

With one last thrust, and the loud sound of skin slapping Leon finally let go. He pushed himself as far as possible kissing your cervix. You clenched around him as you felt his cock throb and paint your walls.

Leon let go of your hair causing you to fall forward to lean on the counter. Your legs were shaking as he slowly pulled out of you. He hissed as he watch his seed drip down your leg. Bending down he pulled your pants up giving your aching pussy a slap.

Leaning into your body he whispered. "Who's ungreatful now?"

He took his cold plate of food and walked to his office leaving you there with is cum oozing out of you. Taking a deep breath you laid your head on your arms.

He didn't even let you finish.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Taglist: @hermizery @alewesker @ballorawan740 @lastaceylia00 @chunnies @d10nsaint @darklinxx

[meowpupp]

Omg i had read the numbing cream price fic with puppy reader awhile ago and i had the thought of maybe puppy reader being scared to fuck price after cause she thinks he will make her numb again (im not sure if that makes sense) you dont have to do this its just a little thought i had cause im a slut for angst with smut at the end

tw:// none? price is being a tease. hickies, hybrid smut, fem reader

it's always after the more intense punishments that price feels bad. you're just so sweet and soft, he can't help it. but something about your big teary eyes as you whimper and whine around his cock twists his morals. gummy walls clenching his thick shaft tight as you cry, reduced to tears as you take it. 

but its only a couple days after that it hits price. he was a little too mean. you've been skittish, squirming away from his touch, brushing him off. its only once he has you under him, pretty body naked and exposed for him, that he realises. you're nervous, worried his punishment may be the new norm. 

instead, price hums, listening to every wobbly word. after you're done, he sighs, squeezing you gently. "Im sorry sweetheart, i was a little too mean, wasn't i?" his hand snakes down, teasing the waistband of your panties. "bet i left your poor little cunt all needy hm?"

his beard scratches your neck as he kisses your jaw. he pulls away, a hand cupping your cheek, the other next to your head to support himself. his voice is a low purr, thick with lust and greed. "what's wrong pup?" his hand trails, curling around the back of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, "words, now."

and on command, you spill. words nervous and small as you tell him how you don't want to be numb again. how your ache to feel his thick, veiny cock stretching you out. you miss the sting from when he first fills you, the fullness you feel as he rutts into you. it takes everything in him not to fuck you then and there, fill your poor neglected cunt with more cock than it can handle. but he doesn't.

his fingers dip beneath the fabric, brushing your mons. His eyes meet yours, intense, stormy blue staring into you, "want me to kiss it better?" he almost laughs at the loud, needy wine you let out, how your thighs tense as you soak your panties. your body squirms under his, hips bucking and back arching. you crave him. his thick, rough fingers. his masculine, musky scent. his deep growly voice. everything is so him, so engulfing, and he knows you need it.

price continues to tease, leaving a line of hot, sloppy kisses down your sternum, then your tummy. he takes his time, exploring every dip and curve. your body is like an art piece, something he wants to admire. price stains your skin with lovebites and hickies, marking the soft flesh as his. He leaves no inch untouched, ensuring that you feel the sharp nip of his teeth and scratch from his beard all over. 

his fingers continue to tease. his left traces your slit, fingers only dipping in deep enough to make them slick and sticky. the other pins your hips to the bed, making sure you can't escape his slow torture. he grins and laughs against your skin, the sensation sending a shiver up your spine. He can feel the dull throb of your needy cunt, how you're only getting wetter, whiner. 

"where do you need me, sweet girl?" he kisses your sternum, right between your soft tits "here?" his head tilts, waiting a moment, feigning innocence as you squirm and whine, "what about here, hm? deep in your pretty tummy? rearranging your guts?" his eyes are sharp as they watch you, burning the image of you so desperate into his mind. 

he chuckles, the sound vibrating against the sensitive skin of your pelvis. price lowers his head, taking his time. his beard scratches the inside of your thighs, breath ghosting your clothed cunt. he takes a moment to admire you. flushed and needy, legs spread for him, hands scratching at his hair as you try to pull him closer. if he could, he'd keep you like this forever. desperate for his cock, for relief from the fire in he started in your gut. 

He finally relents, kissing your clothed clit "or maybe here, hm? tell me puppy, words."

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