#it wouldnt be this way if i could just get a fucking grip

[like-wuatafauq]

When Jessie Reyez said "I'm the bad guy cuz I can't learn to trust" I felt that

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024

[r-1-der]

warnings: strap stuff, sub abby, begging, not proof-read

really holding space for teaching a nervous inexperienced abby how to use the strap and her being needy about it. shes been fucked by men before so really she figured shed get it, but it also hadnt ever been all that good for her.

but seeing how you melted below her as she followed your instructions on how to please you made up for all those times she spent with men cringing internally.

she looked at you wide-eyed and flushed, her mouth hanging open with soft pants as she rolled her hips into you, as deep as you wanted her.

she could have easily cum just by watching you like that, she did too, when your hips began rolling to meet hers. it made her whimper and crumble down against you, pulling you as close as she could get you, bullying herself deeper into your pussy.

her warm breath tickled your neck and ear with every moan and whimper that left her. and when your nails lightly scrached at her wide back she just about sobbed, her hips twitched involuntarily with the comforting sting against her muscles.

oh and when your hands slid down her back to her ass to pull her impossibly deeper, whining with her to go harder, she had to blink away tears she was so overwhelmed.

wanting, needing desperately, to see you and take in your face she leaned up on her elbows. she could already feel herself cumming when your clouded eyes opened to look up at her.

abby looked thoroughly fucked and drunk on your pussy. always a puppy, she did as she was told. the pressue of the strap just barely grazing her clit didnt help much with starving off until you had your fill.

"please cum- please," abby gasped, so close to sobbing. "wanna feel you cum on me- please."

the moment she felt you tensing under her and the way you gripped onto her shoulderd she just couldnt hold it anymore, whining like a bitch in heat she fucked you through both your orgasms.

after that night she was addicted to it. she'd get down on her knees regularly to beg you for permission to fuck you again. filthily kissing your hands between pleas, your feet even, she had sunk that low.

the worst was whenever you agreed to, but wouldnt let her move. having her lay flat on her back, unmoving unless she wanted you to stop, while you got yourself off on her.

she was mostly just happy to fill you up, loving the sigh of relief as she finally slid into you, or you down on her, it didnt matter how you had her at that point.

i just think she'd really like it idk

[gamblersdoll]

im the anon that asked for the previous tiktok trend with katsuki.. (iloveditsomuch)

can you do the one where katsuki keeps copying your snaps, so you sent him a snap doing an arm flex and he copies it? or it could be the other way around, so he snaps a pic of him shirtless? i love your work sosososomuch

uh oh! double ask time!

snap!

your eyes pay attention to the notification on your phone, ‘geezer sent you a snap!’ and you snicker, probably him just sending another video of him working out.

but no, he actually just sent the same photo you sent, a picture of your eye. of course he saved yours to the chat, and you reciprocated his , too. but an idea pops into your tiny brain, sending him another snap of your lips.

snap!

you giggle when he sends you a snarled lip photo, trying his damnest to mean mug you.

you aim the camera to your chest, a little bit of your softly pressed breasts playing peak a boo with the camera. immediately, he opens it, saves it, and then radio silence for the next five minutes.

snap!

the message sends through on your phone, a reciprocated photo, but him saying ‘put them away, slut.’ captioned on it. you giggle, an idea somewhat popping into your head again.

you send a video of yourself with a string wrapped around your bicep, flexing the muscle until you couldnt and it only slightly stretched the string. you look pitiful, katsuki sending a laughing emoji in the chat bar.

‘you cant do it either, king explosion whore.’

snap!

and what do you know? he sends a video of himself with some string on his thicker bicep. he didnt need to flex then for it to be huge, but boy oh boy. he finally flexes his arm, the string popping and leaving a small mark that fades instantly.

‘gasps!’ you message him.

‘who the fuck gasps over text.’ he messages back, getting a ‘your girlfriend does :3.’

however, what he doesnt expect is you to snap him a photo of your nipples. he immediately turns his phone away, hoping no one saw his girls’ tits on his phone. he looks back though, eyeing the metal bars through what he knew were sensitive nipples. fuck— why now, stupid girl?

snap!

he sends you a photo of him, a snarl on his face and red ears. he was flustered, because he still had another five hours on the job. ‘are you trying to get fucked up?’ the caption says, his eyes in a glare.

‘maybe, dynamight. :)’ you send back, a photo revealing your happy trail and your underwear slightly showing your bikini line. he knows whats next, either you stop the show or you continue with it.

snap!

your hearts racing, but you open the message to see him sitting— probably on someones roof and the camera pointed to his legs.

however, someone— no, something was waving at you through his trousers, the caption labeled ‘not much time left.’

you bite your nail, pulling your panties off and snapping him a photo of your soft folds. you felt a little embarrassed, reviewing the image and realizing you probably havent shaved in maybe a couple weeks. but.. you knee katsuki wouldnt mind, somewhat being into it.

the next photo from you came with you deeply arched, flexing your glutes deep from within.

snap!

‘and i thought you had back problems.’ the caption labeled, now a video from katsuki. he was now secluded, hands pulling his cock out from the zipper and you can tell it was semi-hard. the way it was still soft and he could squeeze the base.

your core feels warm, watching how his large hands grip his cock and some pre starts to ooze.

you could play that game.

you send your own video, spreading yourself open and clenching on nothing, the ring of muscle pushing out creamy white. the only difference? it was two hours later when he sent his own video.

‘i hope you know shitty hair saw that.’ he sends you, his bitmoji sitting over the message.

‘oopsies’ you send back, but he immediately starts to type.

‘hope you’re your ready when i get home.’

[aphroditesswan]

mama a freaky kinich post behind YOU💜

fem reader + degradation, use of spanish, relatively rough sex, oral (kinich receiving), spit, impact play, p in v, mention of kinich having a latin accent bc hes MEXICAN and should be treated as SUCH, lmk if i missed anything but its freaky hour so!!

ten times

you managed to convince kinich to buy you snacks this week. it drained his bank account, sure, his wallet hurt a bit, but he liked to spoil you.

ten times

you begged and pleaded with him (along with ajaw’s demands) to get you a trinket, something that you insisted would help you with work that just so happened to be in your favorite color. again, he liked to treat you.

ten times

you whispered in his ear—in public, mind you— a reminder of a previous night, or even a time when you two couldn’t wait to keep your hands off of each other.

ten times

you touched him. isn’t that absurd, just touching him would get him riled up? kinich was a calm and very, very rational man he would say. so what are you doing to him??

ten times

you and mualani just so conveniently walked a couple steps ahead of him, the look over your shoulder just proving to him that you knew what you were doing and you were proud of it. you found it amusing how he had to control ajaw and watch kachina at the same time, all while wishing he could be next to you, holding you, touching you, pleasing you.

ten times

he finally got to do what he wanted to do with you that night.

look at you now. so pretty and on your knees for him, obedient for the first time in what seemed like so long.

he cupped your face, turning your head back and forth to see you at every angle from where he sat above you.

it was odd, really.

your lips were smeared with him already, and your cheeks were slightly smudged with your mascara.

“keep your pretty lips open for me, mi corazón. i wanna have my way with you now.”

he pried open your lips again, his thumb pressing onto your tongue.

“maybe i’ll play with you. how does that sound, hm? aw, i can see it in your eyes. you’d like that, no?”

that accent was gonna be the death of you. his thumb was quickly replaced with his index and middle finger, and now he was just toying with you. curse him. you’d be teasing him all week, hoping he wouldnt notice just how badly you needed him. curse how perceptive he is, you should’ve known he could tell. and now he was just toying with you.

he pushed his fingers to the back of your throat, eliciting a small gag from you. he’s not cruel though, so he pulled his fingers out to let you breathe.

“that’s surprising. i know you can take more than that. i’m not done with you, princesa, open wider.”

he tapped your cheek twice with his hand before cupping your face, kissing you, deep and hard just like he was going to be when inside you in just a moment.

as he pulled away he tapped your cheek twice again, harder this time. not hard enough to leave a mark, but he was half sure you wouldn’t mind that. as you kept your mouth agape for him, he spat into your mouth and moved his hand to your neck to allow you to swallow.

not even half a second later he was down your throat, his hand gripping onto your hair with the means of moving your head up and down his dripping cock.

as much as he would like to deny it, he had been yearning for this so much more than you had been. but he had to prove a point. considering you got off on just pleasing him like this, he wasn’t doing a very good job.

kinich could help but lean his head back, mumbling out your name through grunts and the softest of whimpers when the very tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

“fuck, just like that. there you go, princesa. keep that up and you’ll get to cum as much as you want tonight.”

it wasn’t long after that before he was pouring himself down your throat, pulling himself out of your mouth. he couldn’t have you choking on him now.

“let me see, hermosa. i wanna see just how well you take me, yeah?”

almost like a routine, he smacked your cheek lightly to signal the open of your mouth.

“such a good girl. you can swallow now, i think i’m satisfied. get up after that, i think you deserve your reward now, huh?”

he kept you against the bed, ignoring the way you cry in pleasure and desperately wine back into him, his pace tormentingly slow with enough strength to knock you into liyue’s next lantern rite, forget about dia de los muertos.

“kin- please,,!” you reached behind you, your finger tips brushing against his stomach as his fingers laced into your hair.

it felt gentle at first, tender even. but did you forget this was supposed to be a punishment? did you really think that he’d let you off that easy? kinich gets to choose when you’ve paid the price.

he tugged you back slightly, your chin against the pillow instead of your cheek.

“sorry princesa, sluts don’t get what they want. you get to fucking wait.”

you could feel him. not just inside you, but you could feel him laying against your back. you could feel his breath pass your ear as he spoke to you. you could feel the grip of his hand in your hair.

“be patient for me, lo harás? just a little longer and you’ll get to cum, mi vida.”

he went back upright, releasing your hair from his hold. your head dropped against the pillow, moans and whimpers muffled against by the soft cotton.

you felt both of his hands grip onto your hips, holding you in place so he had full control over the pace.

which he more than tripled once he saw you start to get used to the slow rock of his hips. you could feel the sweat on him, his hips meeting the plush of your ass and him almost sticking to you.

“you happy now, princesa? now you can move, just like that.”

he let go of your hips yet again, running his hands up your body and just feeling as you started to move against him.

he loved this feeling, the way you pushed back against him was heavenly and you managed to knock out noises from him he didn’t even know he could make. whimpers, grunts, moans, curses and slurs of your name as he hung his head and admired the arch of your back and the way your hair moved around you.

“fuck- cum with me, yeah? so fucking pretty,”

he went harder with the last few thrusts, pulling your head back so he could kiss those pretty lips of yours as he came inside you. he’s usually more responsible than this, but with how badly he’s needed this this past week he decides a kid might not be too bad.

he drops you again, allowing you to turn over onto your back. before you can even get a word out, he’s kissing and nipping at your neck again.

“kinnnn, wait, still too much.”

“that’s not a problem. you were begging for this, no? let me treat my girl,”

he mumbled into your skin, kissing down your cleavage and stomach before looking back up at you and smiling a bit.

it was gonna be a very long night, but that shouldn’t be a problem for you.

im ovulating so send in smut requests 🫦🫦

[miyakiwiii]

I don’t know if your request are opened but I was wondering if you could write some Kaiju No. 8 smut mainly for Hoshina.

I’ve read the ones you’ve done previously and they’re amazing (let’s be for real here he has me in a chokehold) anyways I wanted to request a Hoshina x Fem! Reader smut lowkey any kinks but maybe if you’re okay with it have the two get walked on?

H-O-T T-O G-O!

Oh my goodness.. my requests arent open yet but i will take your offer! Since you asked so nicely :3

TW: Biting,You'se guys are doing 'it' in his office, hes too rough and fast..!,praise,biting,no plot just pure.. something!.... And tell me if theres anything i missed.. :3

NSFW AHEAD

He has you in a chokehold, fucking you so hard that your legs are trembling, he has you leaned in his office table, and gripping your waist like your trying to run away from him.

"Hnh.. hn.. too much, too muc-" you say, he covers your mouth and leans in, still thrusting inside of you.

"Ya wouldnt want 'em to hear us, officer [lastname]" He grunts, still pistoning his cock inside of you.

Tears swell up from your eyes due to the immense pleasure he was giving you. The smell of sex tinted against the air, sweat coating both of your bodies.

"Fuck... ya' look so beautiful like this underneath me."hoshina whispers in your ear, pounding you harder and faster.

You try to moan in response, but to no avail since he has his hand covered in your mouth.

He kisses your neck, the kiss is wet and sloppy, as he makes his way into your shoulder, biting it.

You moan once again, but he suddenly speaks and says "too bad i cant hear yer' pretty little sounds yer' makin' for me, otherwise we coulda been caught."

He says, licking the bite mark that he made on your shoulder

Suddenly, the door slams open, it was kafka!

"Hey vice captain you forgot too-" he stops once he opens his eyes. "Oh uh im sorry i uh- bye!" He runs out.

You blushed from embarrasment, hoshina opened his eyes and blinked twice.

He takes his hand off your mouth, and you speak and say.

"Well... i guess we did get caught." You chuckle. "Well its his fault he didnt knock on tha' door!" He responds.

I honestly forgot ehat i was doing *sighs* and this is so short..

[comet-forgot-you]

could you do sam carpenter smut please?

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

her coming home from the gym, pressing a kiss to your head. she hardly says anything, mumbling something about feeling so gross and how she desperately needed a shower. you groan, having not seen her almost all day due to your schedules not aligning.

minutes pass, the water turns on and you can’t get the image of sam out of your head. water droplets rolling down her tan skin, the hot water, the pump of her muscles from her workout, it wouldnt leave your head. you needed her, you needed her now.

you go to the bathroom, knocking just enough for her to hear. a muffled “come in,” comes from the other side and you open the door. the sight of sam behind fogged shower doors nearly has your knees buckling. she looks so good, so fucking good. your tongue darts across your lips, wetting them.

“can i join you?” you dont wait for a response before you’re stripping your clothes. sure, you had taken a shower not even an hour ago, but you needed sam now.

“yeah,” sam mumbles, a knowing smirk on her lips. you join her in the shower, the hot water hitting your skin, you can hardly feel it, far too focused on how good your girlfriend looked. her hands reach for your waist, pulling you in closer to her. “see something you like?” she teases when your eyes dont meet her own.

theyre taking in her figure. her toned muscles, her tits, the water rolling down her body. she looked too good not to eat. you dont respond, pushing her against the cold, tiled wall and pressing your lips against her own. she groans slightly at your splay of dominance.

your lips leave her own, trailing down her neck, to her chest, taking a pebbled nipple into your mouth. “fuck.” she huffs, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer. you groan against her nipple, your hands moving to roam her body.

her abs flexed under your touch and she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. you drop to your knees, hoisting one of her legs over your shoulder. you press open mouthed kisses to her thigh, the muscles flexing slightly. god she was so sexy, you needed her now.

you bite down on her thigh, certain to leave a mark. she hisses at the feeling, fingers tugging at your hair. “y/n,” she warns, glaring down at you. you look up at her with innocent eyes.

“hmm?” you hum, pulling away from her thighs to meet her warm cunt. she doesnt respond, sucking in a breath when your mouth takes her swollen clit. she lets out a shaky breath, barely audible over the water.

you flatten your tongue against her clit, humming against it. sam’s grip in your hair loosens for a moment, and when you circle her entrance with your tongue, its tightening as she pulls you closer. the floor of the shower digs into your skin, but you cant seem to focus on it, your need for sam drowning it out.

“fuck!” her voice echoes off of the shower walls, your fingers pushing into her cunt. you glance up at her, her abs flexing once again. your pump your fingers in and out of her at a fast pace, your tongue working at her clit.

shes so fucking hot. she brings a hand up to cover her mouth and you hate it. you need to hear her, you need to have as much of her as you can. you tug her hand away from her mouth and sam glares down at you. “what the fuck?” shes not used to you being the more dominant one, but when she sees the way you look at her, like you want to devour her, it has her feeling some type of way.

you pull off of her cunt, licking at your lips. “i wanna hear you so bad, sam,” you plead desperately. it sends heat throughout her body.

“yeah?” she groans, bucking her hips against your fingers. you nod, free hand moving to keep her hips in place.

“so bad, sammy,” you whisper. your mouth is back on her in an instant, lapping away at her cunt. her hips strain against your arm, desperate to rut her cunt into your mouth. you glare up at her, a warning look in your eye and she lets out a high pitched moan.

your fingers fuck into her, curling every so often. her walls clamp around your fingers the closer she gets to her orgasm, her moan bouncing off of the shower walls. its hard to breathe, the water and your busy mouth restricting your breath slightly, but you dont seem to care. you need her, you need her bad.

“fuck,” she groans out, arms flexing slightly as she grips your hair. “gonna cum,” she mumbles, abs tensing. you smile against her cunt and she can feel it, a groan falling from her lips.

she lets go of your hair, moving to hold onto the handlebar for stability. your fingers curl inside of her one last time and shes coming undone, a drawn out groan falling from her lips. “fuck,” she groans out. your arm drops from her stomach and shes quick to buck against your mouth.

you pull away from her, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them of her orgasm. you press a kiss to her thigh the moment your fingers leave your lips, wrapping your arm around her thigh to pull it off of your shoulder. you trail kisses up her body until you reach her lips.

“you looked too good not to eat, baby,” you whisper. her breathing is heavy, eyes not sure where to look, flickering from your eyes to your lips. you smile before stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body.

a minute passes before sam is groaning, “you wasted all my hot water.”

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: perv!wonwoo (not super pervy but i tried my best 🫡), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, established relationship (situatuonship is mentioned but idk lets assume they're exclusive just bc i can), he's kinda a dick, etc.

wc: 905

masterlist

streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo whose audience believes him to be a golden boy. simply a polite yet charming guy whos into video games, who just so happens to be insanely handsome. his thick rimmed glasses and wavy hair almost covering his eyes, accompanied by those wide shoulders, was able to catch the attention of all of those looking for a pretty face to look at while consuming content from their favorite video games (although many keep their eyes glued to the tiny view of wonwoo on the corner of the screen rather than the game itself).

the people watching him through the screen dont even see the half of it, though, not knowing how much of a perv he is when in real life. not so much a respectful and charming guy, but a degenerate who keeps up the act for appearances. after all, that is how he first got to you a few years back, when you, one of the few who had been a loyal viewer since before his channel blew up, decided that you just HAD to have the pretty nerd rambling about league of legends on stream.

after a few (okay, maybe more than a few) attempts at catching his attention through leaving various suggestive comments, wonwoo finally decided to take a look at your account, noting an instagram linked on your bio. after seeing that the desperate commentator he had taken a liking to seeing always punctual in his streams was a pretty girl in his area, his mind went straight to the gutter, finding his hands moving on their own to send you a message detailing his interest.

a few months later and you found yourself in a months-long situationship with the streamer, having him hit you up almost every other day when he needed 'something warm warm to stick his dick in', as he so nicely put it as he had you sitting on top of him, cockwarming him while he gamed (off-stream, of course).

having a such a well paying stay at home job had many perks, including the ability to take any day off he wanted to fuck you into his bed, somehow managing to never scare you away with his very obvious obsession with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with little to no regard for the exhaustion you'd feel after a few hours with him. somehow the roles had reversed, with him now being the one to continuously pursue you under the vice of getting under your pants every second he could.

"n-nonu fuck. slow down, i-" you whined as he senselessly bounced you up and down on his dick, rhythm completely lost a few rounds ago.

he practically growled at your complaint, "you asked for this when you showed up wearing that tiny excuse for a skirt while i was on stream."

"you asked me over-"

"for moral support, baby. not for you to parade yourself around me knowing i wouldnt be able to hold back from taking this pussy," he breathed out, angling you slightly differently, now causing you to whine even louder at your clit being stimulated by the friction.

"does your audience know how m- agh fuck. how much of a perv you are? leaving mid stream to get your dick wet?"

your brattiness causes him to disconnect your bodies, flipping yours over to put you on your hands and elbows and ramming himself into you with no warning.

"be thankful i'm fucking you of all people baby. be thankful this pussy has such a grip on me to get you on my bed every night," he sped up as he spoke filth into your ears.

wonwoo had a special way of making you feel like an object, something which you only enjoyed when it came to him. despite being such a fucking perv, you enjoyed the dynamic you had built, allowing him to play with your body however he saw fit as long as he made you cum. and jesus christ, did he.

"fuck," you felt the end coming near and began to push yourself back against him, grinding into him as much as you could despite his clammy hands having such a tight hold on your hips.

"im gonna make you cream all around me and then im gonna fill you up. okay, baby? then im gonna go back on stream while you keep my bed w- ah fuck. warm for me. if you're a good girl for me, i'll fuck you to sleep afterwards," he rasped out, losing his rhythm even further as he neared his own high.

a few more harsh thrusts later and you were creaming around him, tightening up so much that he, too, reached his peak, filling you up and letting go of your hips, causing you to fall flat against the mattress.

"fuck. baby, never show up like that here again. i almost died," he breathed out as he tried to do a decent job at cleaning you up a bit and tucking you under the covers.

despite his perverted treatment of your body, wonwoo was always sweet to you when his mind wasnt filled with sex (which admittedly wasnt often).

"you act as if i forced you to fuck me," you retaliate despite knowing you did wear that skirt with a specific purpose in mind.

"just shut up and go to sleep, baby. you'll need your energy back soon."

n/a: this is ass im rlly bad at writing men who r not obsessed with their s/o im sorry </33

[baxndaid]

Hiiiii i was just wondering if you could do some smutty billford x reader hcs please❤️ I loved the first batch sm

bill cipher x stanford x afab!reader silly little nsfw hcs , tw non-con i think minors dni pls , heres the last one x <-

as i established in the last post, i think ford would be too pussy to initiate anything with you at all

too pussy and too busy like sorry i think he'd rather just jerk off his stupid machines rather than himself

ford keeps you in the dark about a lot of the things he does, you, like fiddleford, know about bill but youve never interacted with him (as far as you knew)

first time you interacted with him was when he possessed ford for the first time and climbed up onto the roof while shrugging off your concerns for ford(s body)

remember when bill took a bunch of polaroids and recordings of himself taking a joyride in fords body?

can you tell where im going with this

he would definitely record it, violently taking your clothes off with one hand and holding the camcorder with the other, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse like he was drunk and didnt know how the fuck buttons worked

you were already super tired from quadruple-checking fiddleford's equations that day so having "ford" stumble in and touch you so desperately made you a little suspicious

especially the fact that he was recording it, ford is a very private man

he reeks of alcohol and his white dress shirt was stained, his tie loosened and his trench coat forgotten on the wooden floor

taking no time to be gentle, he would lie you down on a desk, the trinkets digging into your skin making you gasp

keeping one hand on your throat, he would prop up the camera on a neighbouring storage shelf, getting a perfect angle of the both of you

you didnt bother fighting back, he was far too strong to push away and the iron grip he had on your throat kept you from moving even an inch, it scared you

with his right hand now free, he gripped your hips and dragged your body further down the table, artifacts and small machines being knocked onto the floor, your jeaned crotch touching his

whenever you struggled out of instinct, he would simply squeeze your throat a little harder until you stopped moving again

as much as bill loved seeing you struggle, he wanted to have a clear visual on his camera so ford could be squeamish about it when he watched the tapes

he would probably use any rope or wire to tie your wrists together, its way easier to rip your jeans off when your arms arent flailing around trying to push him off

by the time hes finally taken all your clothes off, he'll probably take the camera off the shelf and give ford a close up of what hes working with

close up of your flushed face? he probably slaps you and moves onto your chest like what an asshole i need him dead

close up of your chest? tweaks one of your nipples harshly and laughs as you jolt up in pain, pushing you down again

he gently trails his fingers down your stomach, the camera's gaze following, and finally reaches the spot in between your thighs

close up of your cunt? he puts the camera down next to your core while propping your leg up with one hand

"fords" head was hovering over your cunt, he turned his head to the camera to flash it a harsh, sly smile before turning back and messily kissing your pussy

im ganna be honest he dont know what the fuck hes doing like hes licking it hes biting it hes drawing blood hes doing whatever the fuck he feels like doing

your screams and gargled moans are muffled by his six-fingered hand as he continued to lap up your insides like a feral dog

tongues ur entrance while his teeth graze ur clit i think he'd be into that

he defo scratches you up while doing this btw, every time the real ford sees your wounds he feels really bad

he wont let you come until you claim that hes the best youve ever had, hes really childish like that i think

i lied though even if you begged he wouldnt let you finish, not like that, its not good enough

he puts the camera back on its shelf and makes swift work of his pants and boxers, only pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out

he leaned over you, the room was dark, the only source of light came from the weak candles and the artificial blue flights of fiddleford's inventions

his eyes glowed yellow and his smile was so wide it looked like it hurt, you already knew it wasnt your ford in control today

it was scary, but you cant help but be excited

from how embarrassingly wet you were, im pretty sure bill could tell you were enjoying this as much as he was too

he kept eye-contact as he pushed himself inside, it was humiliating but thats what he liked

he would grab your cheeks and force you to look at him if you ever let your gaze wonder to anything that wasnt him

he was surprisingly slow, it was appreciated at first but then it was torturous

he giggled manically as he watched you grow desperate for him to speed up

bastard would probably turn to the camera like it was a fucking tv show and ask the audience (ford) if he should go faster, if you deserved to come on his cock, if you even deserved to come at all

eventually he would though, he wants to get off and he cant do that while going at a snails pace

the sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, bill kept his hand on your throat, not choking you, simply keeping it there as he messily thrust into you

you both end up finishing at the same time, which bill is a little annoyed by

he berates both you and ford(s body) for not lasting long

he keeps himself buried into you while reaching for his camcorder and a polaroid camera that hes been using to document what hes been doing in fords body

he takes a few pictures of you and your lower half, white fluid leaking from your hole and covering his cock

he sighed, satisfied, collecting the photos and reached for the memory gun

ford wakes up the next day and looks at all the recordings and photos bill took the night before

to say hes horrified would be an understatement

immediately checks up on you, only to find you passed out on the desk, fully clothed and cleaned up, like it never happened

when he wakes you up in a panic hes confused to hear that you dont remember anything that happened last night

he doesnt tell you about anything that he saw

youd be better off as blissfully unaware, he thought yeah im a degenerate whatever man gravity falls masterlist

[angelribbon]

DONT YOU LOVE ME ANYWAY?

tw: slapping, slight breeding kink, smut, dark!luke, corruption kink, daughter of aphrodite!reader

a/n: from your #1 yappist

There was something sacred about it-how he would desecrate-ruin you. Bruises littered your inner thighs, neck, anywhere he could find to mark you. Own you.

And he did.

There was some thrill in it for him, that you'd allow him to fuck with you like this, turn you into something as depraved and corrupt as him. Watching the guilt settle in your eyes when he finishes fucking you, mock disappointment crafting his words.

"should cover those up, yeah?, cant have everyone knowing what a cock dumb slut you are now, can we?"

People began to notice it, slowly. The way your face would burn with embarrassment turning into shame when they pointed out the hickeys. The fact that you were luke's toy to fuck and use as he pleases. And it was, until it became because even after he betrayed you, its his name that falls from your lips when you cum on your fingers.

You shouldve known better. Maybe checked the borders harder, more than twice-brought more weapons. Anything, that would take you back from being here. The metal presses against your throat, sending shocks of fear through you as he tilts your head up, back pressed against the rough bark of the tree.

Clarisse and the others had left camp for some special mission, chiron called it, leaving you and the other year rounders. It was calm for the first few weeks, until it wasnt.

Monsters started attacking more frequently, breaking the borders which you couldve sworn you thought could never happen. And there was only one culprit. The same one that had his head between your thighs-just weeks earlier and now a knife under your chin.

"isnt it past curfew sweetheart?" he asks tilting his head as he smiles "should report you for that"

Like the fucker cares.

Your eyes scan your surroundings, looking for atleast a dagger, seeing most of your weapons discarded too far from arms reach. He sees you, of course, eyes darkening in irritation.

"None of that yeah? just want to talk-"

Something in you clicks, anger that causes you to almost bite at him. "now you want to talk? you fucking left me luke!, no note, not even a simple goodbye-i had to hear about this from annabeth, a-and you want to speak to me with a sword at my throat?!"

He shifts, eyes moving to unreadable, as he backs up only slightly.

"There wasnt enough time-couldnt get you roped up in this shit and risk somethin' happening to you, you wouldnt have understood-"

His words fall on deaf ears, not caring-trusting-what he says anymore. You're quick to move, acknowledging that his sword is now at his side, completely out of the way. The first fist hits and you cant tell when the second one reaches. He lets you hit him, takes it until it actually begins to hurt, grapping your wrists as you attempt to fight his grip. He discards his sword on the ground, moving his other hand to keep you still. "Stop before you hurt yourself" he says sternly, backing you right up against the tree. Theres tears on your face now, he cant tell if they're from sadness or anger, choosing the latter pains him less.

"Just calm the fuck down"

Its the same tone he would use with you before, whenever you'd ask him to stay with you after he'd fuck you for hours on end. Producing the same result, tears brimming along your waterline until his tone changes. "I'm sorry okay? just dont-dont-fuck- stop crying, cant take it when you do that to me"

Your lip stops trembling, soaked eyes looking up at him as his hand cradles your chin. Its silent, none of you knowing what to say anymore and even though, you know better, you kiss him. Your lips are soft against his at first, but when luke gets over his shock? he's all teeth and blood. Violent and angry and so so desperate. Your brains in a fuzz, a high from the way hes kissing you. Maybe you've spent too long alone since he left, maybe you should've moved on. But whatever it is that leads you to do something like this, you're to fucked out of your brain to care.

Fuck elysium, he's got his own little heaven right here, in the way you sculpt your lips into his, letting him find solace in you after everything. His hand reaches to the curve of your waist pulling you into him, as he begs you to let him go further. To fuck out his frustrations onto you once again. He's sick for even asking, and you? you're just as bad for agreeing.

He practically rips of your skirt, ruining the pretty lace hem, muffling your protests with his lips. "I'll but you ten, okay a whole fuckin' set after-"

A promise you know he's not going to keep, but for now, you let him have it. His hand trails over your panties, pressing the damp spot he sees there. "That desperate huh? been waitin' for me princess?"

Somewhere in your stupor, your lips form into a pout.

"Dont be silly"

His lips form into a smirk at that, slapping your clit from your tone as you yelp. "Yeah? you've just been whoring yourself out since ive been gone?-looks like i needa remind her who she belong to hm?"

Another slap connects at your silence.

"Y-yes-fuck-please-n-need it so bad-" you babble out mindlessly, pushing your hips up into his hand-a desperate attempt to get some friction. He chuckles at your neediness, like his cock isnt leaking through his pants right now. He pulls your panties to your knees, fingers teasing at your hole, gathering your slick before he's sliding both inside of you. The sound you make is pathetic, giving him exactly what he wants, to see you pliant and indigent for him again. He's not slow or careful, instead fucking you with his fingers like hes almost enamored with the motion.

"L-luke-!" you whine, when you feel his other finger pinch your clit, the stimulation making your body jolt in pleasure. "I know, baby, I know-'s really abandoned her didnt i? dont even know how much ive missed this pretty pussy"

His words are so sweet, an illusion for how fucked up this all is. He continues to pump his fingers into you, feeling how you tighten up around him as his hand goes back to circle your clit. Your hips buck up into his hand, letting him use it as motivation to move faster. Head falling back, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach as whimpers emit from you, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Your brain goes white when you cum, thighs trembling as you clamp down on his hand. He pulls out of you, watching the wetness that drips down your thighs.

"theres my girl"

He's quick to pull out his cock, all angry and red, precum dripping along his veins. He rubs his cock along your thighs, shivering at the feeling. He's slow at first, easing himself in, until he fully enters you, a wheeze coming from him.

shitshitshitshitshit-shit-" his thighs quiver, jaw clenching from holding himself back. "g-gotta relax for me, mami-fuck-"

He buries his head into your neck, gritting his teeth as his hands tighten on your hips. It take everything in him not to just rut into you right there.

For your sake, he tries to be slow, be patient as he thrusts into you at an antagonizing, gentle pace. You mumble something under your breath, begging him to go faster, to ruin you again, to break you. And he remembers that really? he was never a patient man.

His hips snap into yours, his movement prompted from that primal need to fill you with him to the hilt. Its disgusting, lewd-almost pornographic sounds that come from you as his curls stick to his forehead from sweat. He fucks you like an rabid animal, harsh, violent and angry-he doesnt understand whats wrong with him-why he needs it so bad. To feel you clench around him, scream out his name as if everythings normal again, as if he's human again. He presses against your stomach, causing a mixture of a moan and a sob to come from you, as he moves against you faster-harder.

He's on cloud nine when you clamp down on him. Hips stuttering, choked out whimpers falling from him as he buries his face back into your neck to try and stifle his sounds. Stars dance across your vision, and you swear you're drowning-mouth formed in a permanent 'o' shape, thighs trembling as you sink deeper. Crash after crash of ecstasy hits you-coming in relentless hard waves that make you see white. Your speech is slurred, rambling about how you love him so much-need him so much, begging him not to leave you again.

And thats what pushes him over the edge. He knows hes gonna leave you again, abandon you like the piece of shit he is, but the reprieve he has is too good to deny. He cums with a fucking sob, your name echoing from him like a solemn prayer, not even recognizing the fact that he just came inside of you as he holds you to him.

He cleans you up, carrying you back to the aphrodite cabin. Lucky for him, its empty. Most of the year rounders being in his old cabin. Laying you down on the bed, as your eyelids flutter, he sits on the side of your sheets, watching your face until you fall asleep.

And whether its guilt or regret, this time he stays and holds you until he disappears in the morning.

[turcott3]

faith

jamie drysdale x fem!reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral f receiving.

masterlist

-

you sighed as you slammed your computer shut, finally hitting send on your resume. the thought of the email reaching them filled you with dread.

what if they didn’t want to interview you? what if this was just another company to ghost you?

it stressed you out.

eventually, you found your way out of your bedroom, out into the living room where your boyfriend sat sprawled out on the couch.

“i did it.” you said quietly.

“you sent it?” he asks perking up.

“yeah.” you sigh, sitting down next to him, tucking yourself under his arm.

“that’s one step, see it wasn’t so hard?” he says squeezing your shoulder.

“we’ll see about that.”

“y/n, your resume looks great, i couldn’t possibly see why they wouldnt at least want you to come in to interview.” he says, a light thumb running over the fabric that covered your shoulder.

“well now i just have to wait.” you say opening up your email, pulling down refreshing it.

“okay now this is what we aren’t gonna do. i’m not gonna let you sit and drain yourself waiting for a response.” he says taking your phone and tucking it in his pocket.

“hey, give that back.” you say reaching across his lap, his hand grabbing yourself under wrist to stop you.

“i will give it back in the morning, just let me take care of you until then okay? they probably are just busy and can’t check emails. relax, my love.” he says pressing a kiss on your cheek before standing up, disappearing into your shared room, probably to hide the phone.

“i’m nervous about it jam.”

“i know you are, come here.” he says quietly as he lays down, signaling for you to curl up on his chest, one of the few places you felt like you could breathe.

“it’s all i can think about right now.”

“i know, i know.” he says, running his hands up and down your back.

you laid on his chest until you crashed late in the evening, eventually waking up to the sun peaking through the bedroom curtains, your phone laying perfectly on your nightstand just like he’d promised.

you hear your boyfriend groan next to you as you lean up on your elbow, turning to face him.

“morning baby.” he mumbles sweetly, his eyes still closed.

“good morning love bug.” you giggle, pressing a short kiss to his lips before rolling back over and getting out of bed, your phone instantly in your hand as you walked toward the bathroom.

“oh my gosh.” you gasp.

“what?” jamie calls out.

“i have an interview, like this afternoon.”

“congratulations, see i told you, everything will be fine.” he says, appearing in the door frame.

“i don’t think i tell you enough how hot you are when you wake up.” you say, your speech muffled as you brushed your teeth.

“oh whatever.” he giggles, kissing you on the head and grabbing his toothbrush.

“what do you think i should wear?” you ask, wiping your mouth.

“black pants, solid color shirt. nothing too fancy, but still nice.”

“okay.” you say, thinking to your closet.

-

you paced around your apartment as you waited to leave, your makeup nicely done and your hair slick and clean.

“baby please, calm down. you don’t leave for another 20 minutes.” jamie says walking into the living room.

“jamie what if i don’t get it?”

“well you won’t find out today.”

“fuck that makes it worse.” you say biting your nails.

“hey hey stop, will you listen to me for a second?” he asks, gripping onto your biceps.

“stop what?”

“this, all of this. this job interview does not define you. of course i have all the faith in the world that you are fully capable of getting this job, but it’s breaking my heart seeing you so torn up about it. i will love you all the same, job or not. no matter what.” he says, his thumbs grazing back and forth soothingly.

“i’m just nervous, that’s all it is jamie.”

“yes of course you are, and i get that, but i need you to be all here. i need you to just take a breath for me okay? everything is going to be fine, i will be here waiting for you when you come back.”

“okay, i’m gonna leave now so im a little early.” you say, hugging onto the boy.

“drive safe okay? i love you.”

“i will, i love you.” you call out, shutting the door behind you.

-

you arrived back home with a smile, opening the door finding jamie in his spot on the couch.

“so?” he asks, getting up to greet you at the door, wrapping you in his warm arms.

“the interview went really good.”

“i knew you would do great. i’m so proud of you pretty girl.” he mumbles into your hair, pecking you in the head a few times.

“they said i’d hear back by the end of the week.”

“so basically i’m taking your phone from you for two days, at least.” he says pulling away lightly and locking eyes with you.

“if you must.” you giggle as he presses a kiss to your lips, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.

“i’m hiding that laptop too.”

“jamie i have school work.” you giggle as he shuffles away quickly.

“you can use my laptop.” he calls out and you roll your eyes with a stuck smile.

hours had passed by and you were left alone in bed while jamie showered. you reached into his nightstand drawer pulling out your phone, opening the email app and refreshing it every few seconds before you heard the door open and a freshly showered jamie re-enters the room.

“y/n, the phone.” he says sternly.

“i’m sorry.” you sigh.

“give me that he says crawling into bed, looking over you as he took the phone from your hand.

“i can’t help it.” you reply.

“i know you can’t, but i can distract you.” he smirks, locking his lips onto yours. your hands found their way to his cheeks as he deepened the kiss, your tongues doing a tango of passion as you grew deeper and deeper in desire.

he removes a hand from your waist, slipping it into your satin shorts, running his fingers through your soaked core.

“jamie.” you whine, gripping onto his arm.

“mmm ready for me already?” he mumbles on your lips. you pull away locking eyes with him, nodding vigorously, any thought of an email instantly leaving your brain at the simple idea of your hot, hockey player boyfriend tongue deep between your legs.

he crawls to the end of the bed, his feet planted on the ground as he leaned over the bed, tugging your shorts down, leaving you exposed. he tossed them to the side, grabbing your ankles and pulling you slightly toward him. he crawled closer between your legs, kissing up your inner thigh, his hands finding their way to grip the outside of your legs. sooner than later, his lips make sweet contact with your pussy, sucking and twirling your clit with his tongue, your back arching at the sensation.

one thing about jamie, he knows how to eat, whether anyone wants to believe that or not.

“fuck.” you moan out, gripping in his dark locks as you locked eyes with him, your moans growing louder as you realize his eyes were ready to meet yours.

“taste so good baby.” he says pulling away slightly, the vibrations of his words making you groan.

“you’re so fucking good at that.” you gasp out as he continues, sliding two fingers into you, being pushed closer and closer to the edge. the build up was unbearable as he continued his actions, his fingers curling inside you causing you to crumble under his touch, an orgasm washing over you as you soaked his face in your wetness.

“oh my fucking god.” you gasp out as he pulls away, crawling over you, attaching your lips shamelessly to his.

“feeling better?” he giggles, pulling away.

“so much fucking better.” you reply in your hazy state.

“now no more worrying about a damn email y/n, everything will be fine. i’m here for you, i love you so much. don’t ever forget that okay?” he says, brushing your hair out of your face as you fixed your shorts after he’d handed them back to you.

“okay, i love you too jamie. promise i’ll be better.” you smile.

he made you realize how much he actually cared. he cared about your happiness more than his own, wanting to eliminate any possibility of stress if he could.

he loved you more than anything, job or not, and you just couldn’t believe you’d gotten so lucky to love him back.

[manmuncher777]

Stamina

smut drabble - aemond targaryen

okay so i just saw this thing someone posted about Ewan talking about all the excercise he did for aemond because he wanted aemond to look like he put so much work into becoming a “leather weapon”

*not proofread at all*

So imagine the stamina this man has built over the years, how toned and dedicated he is. I mean along with sword training, he also rides a dragon and then trains more on top of that.

If this man would be fucking you, you could only wish for his stamina, you best bet he is lasting… longggggg. He would do any positions you wanted, you wouldn’t have to worry whether it would be tiring for him or not, he could do it for hours. and if he had this dedication to other topics, imagine how dedicated he is to pleasing the woman he loves.

He would fuck you for hours until you truly couldn’t fuck anymore, he wouldnt stop until you were a panting sweating mess telling him you needed a rest - he would definetly still be fine, probably wouldnt have even broken a sweat - and of course he would have a break while you recovered and got some water, but as soon as you’ve put that glass down he would be fucking you again.

And the pace this man would be able to set would be brutal, you wouldnt even be able to catch your breath, too busy screaming his name with he destroyed your pussy. THis man is the opposite of a one and done, he is going multiple rounds, and those rounds are not short at all.

all he wants is to see you satisfied, and he hasn’t satisfied you unless hes left you a shaking sweating mess

This translates to all aspects of sex though, like he would be eating you out for ages, this man could go hours. Breathe? he doesn’t need to. his toungue is licking and sucking you just right and hes only just getting started

You’re getting multiple orgasms with the way he can go, he loves to take his time with you, he knows that he can use his stamina for your benefit and he isnt shy of doing so

once you’ve finished as many times as he seems adequate, then he allows himself to rest, until that point he will have you face down lying on the bed while hes pounding into you

You realise all you can do is moan and squeal because best believe you’ll be getting overstimulated, because you will have cum over 3 times and he still wont have finished

not like you would ever complain though

With the stamina also comes strength as well, after all he wouldn’t have only been training for endurance

imagine how well Aemond would be able to throw you about, dragging you with every position change with ease.

his large hands gripping at you and moving you like a little doll

he can also put this strength into fucking you, leaving you truly tired at the evenings end

[sanjisblackasswife]

“ℤ𝕠𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕪𝕤”

Blk Fem Reader

CW: Simon Says game is used for Zoro’s pleasure (and yours ig🦦) Fingering, Mirror Sex, Demanding!Zoro, Dom!Zoro, Teasing, Cum Eating, Mutual Masturbation, Implied cowgirl

Just thinkin bout Zoro teaching you how to please him and yourself.

“This is…embarrassing..”

“Then look at me.”

Feeling Zoro’s hand dwarfing yours as you both face the mirror, legs parted over his, your body consistently feeling a small shiver of the breeze when it hits your bare breast.

You gatta admit though.

You looked damn good when you play with yourself in front of him.

“Simon says; Don’t go too fast.” His slurry voice fell to your ears causing you to clench around his two thicker fingers, Zoro grins. “If you cum again we’ll stop right now.” Maybe it was the pheromones because he smelled intoxicating.

“This stupid ass game.” You thought. You knew playing this while drinking was a bad idea..

“Ffuck!” Your voice exhausted out, your head rested on his chest, you felt it rumble out a chuckle seeing your fucked out expression.

Your rest didnt last long, he gripped your cheeks, his warm fingers making you look at yourself , and what his fingers were doing to you.

“C’mon…” His voice rasped, “Simon says; Look at how pretty your pussy is.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Moaning out a whine Zoro quickens the pace of his circles on your clit, they became messy, his eyes fixated between your legs. He felt the contraints of his black pants tighten so much it felt painful,

“Simon says…” Zoro’s free hand that was once massaging your tits reach down to his zipper with urgency, “Keep looking baby, keep looking.”

You could feel his hand in your lower back fiddling with pulling out his shaft as much as he could, he couldn’t take it, seeing you fucked out by his fingers alone. He wanted in on the fun.

The feeling of your orgasm was closer than before, you trued so hard not to let it go but the overwhelming sight of your greenhaired boyfriend could tell so he turned to wider and slower circles.

“You like that?”

Why is he asking such a stupid ass question? Na dyou can hear it in his teasing tone, you met his sharp eyes in the mirror, he was already looking at your face, seeing the frustration and annoyance written all over you. Without words he made your spine shiver, almost as if he was non verbally telling you to quit the attitude you were about to give him.

You just nod at him. He smirks, giving your chubby cheeks a kiss, it was so soft and sweet compared to the harsh pressure he applied on your clit.

“Simon says…cum….when i do.”

You sucked back in your huff feeling him add three fingers inside your pussy, immediately clenching down on how thick he was, you felt so full, and it wasn’t even his dick doing it to you. Your legs started to spread more further apart making a bit of Zoro’s ego inflate justttt a little.

“Z..Zo…” You purred his name, turning your head seeing his pretty side profile resting on your shoulder, his eye lids lidded low still watch your entire body, your left thigh twitching when he curls his fingers, the way your tits jiggle evertime he adjusts his body, you reached over and kissed his cheek back, your grinned shortly seeing his face turn red.

He backs up, dammit. You always knew how to fluster him even when he was taking charge.

You looked back, hearing Zoro’s oanting get louder you knew he was close so he speeds up the pace on both rubbing his shaft up to his tip and playing scissoring you. It was kind of amazing if you think about it.

“C-cum…fucking cum!”

“Z—zoro w-wait!”

“Fucking cum Y/N!”

The bass in his voice made you clench down on him, pressing your thighs together to try and slow him down but he wouldnt let up. He grunts in frustration, using his forearm to push your back against his chest and just take it.

Your orgasm was approaching with him, you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted so you guided his fingers back inside you, using them to drag in and out of you as you play with your clit.

“Fuck fuck fu—“

Zoro couldn’t take it, his heavy breathing and panting in your ear, his low whines of your name, the way the bed creaks, the way how he couldn’t keep his eye open was all too much.

Letting your highs wash over you both. You fell back on his chest, feeling his fast heart beat on your spine, you groan, pushing away his hand still trying to make small circles on your sensitive clit. You turn and straddle him. Grinning in pleasure as he rest on his elbows.

“What?” He huffs looking at you up and down.

“You lost.”

“WH-W-HOW?!” His slit eye almost looks like it was ganna come out.

“You.” Pushing Zoro weakened body flat on his back with one finger you “Didn’t…” Your slit grazed his warm shaft, still twitching he hisses at you looking at your hips grinding, “Say…”

Using the bit of strength you had (and a little help from zoros hands) you slide yourself down on his dick, holding it with one hand,

“Simon says….so Simon says… let me fuck you.”

Zoro’s eye went large again, Fuck. That was the whole point of the game.

For him to prove he can win anything.

But alas. From how you kissed the corner of his lips, down to his sweaty neck, and to his chest right before taking the first bounce atop of him, he for once didn’t seem to mind losing.

[angelicblondie]

jj x doll!reader ~ cockwarming with jayj <3 (MDNI)

warning ~ public sexual contact

the waves crashed against the shore, and seagulls gawked in the distance, creating the perfect ambience for jjs and your beach day.

the two of you had woken up, legs tangled together in the thin sheets of the bedroom in the chateau, where you crashed the night before. you had woken up to jj smothering kisses all over you, which had caused you to giggle hysterically.

"nooo, jayj, lemme wake up."

"'fraid I cant, lil' miss. gotta get all a'dis cuteness agression out 'fore i explode,"

from there you had sauntered out into the main area, seeing john b already up. he took in your appearances - you, dressed in only jjs shirt and covered in red and purple hickies, and jj, shirtless with his lips swollen, covered in similar bruises to yours, except all along his torso. john b sighed loudly, used to the two of you like this.

"swear one of these days i'm bannin you from sleepin' over," he mumbled the empty threat under his breath.

after eating a light breakfast, the two of you got dressed in your bathing suits (you in a light pink bikini, jj in navy swim shorts), and grabbed your beach bag, heading towards the sand.

the two of you laid in the sun whilst your mini speaker lowly played music coming from a playlist the two of you made, combining you music tastes (considering they were vastly different). with sunglasses perched on your noses, the sun browned your skins, giving you both caramel tans.

this was one of your favorite things about jj being your boyfriend - he would indulge in your tanning needs, and even join in, since he was the last person to go on n' on about how it would give you skin cancer.

you sighed contently, feeling a peace. you flipped around on your back, brushing your hair to one side and looking at jj on your other, squinting through your glasses as you sent him a sweet smile. "havin' fun?"

"oh yeah, doll. best day I've had in years."

you giggle, the sound of travis scotts, "drugs you should try it" (jjs suggestion, of course) playing faintly in the background. "m'glad."

it didn't take long for you to get needy though - and who could balme you? seeing jjs glistening abs on full display was enough to wet your bikini bottoms and pull attention to the fluttering in your core. you turnaround on your elbows, squinting at him through you sunglasses.

"hey jayj?" jj slowly turned, knowing you were up to something by the tone of your voice.

thats how you ended up sat on jjs lap on the foldout chair behind the towels, slowly sinking onto his dick.

"jayj," you whine, squirming on top of him.

"shhh, its ok mama, y'can take it. niiiice and slow," he reasures, his hands squeezing on your hips, fighting literal demons to not just shove you on. the only thing that covered you too was the measly towel jj lazily threw around you.

you bite your lip hard to prevent the noises that threatended to spill out, and you grip his muscialar shoulders to ground yourself.

when you had proposed the idea, you had made jj promise that you wouldnt have actual sex - you just needed to feel him, to temporatily satisfy the fluttering. but now, actuallly feeling eachother, the task felt next to imposible.

you whimper, against you best efforts. "jayj, wan'more," you whine.

"nuh-uh, you only get the dick if your being a good girl. wan me to pull out?" he scolds, thought it was a pretty empty threat, considering there was no way in hell was he gunna pull out

"fuck, n-no, im sorry, i'll be good," your quick to apologize.

jj grunts when you finally reach the bottom and you gasp, leaning over to rest your head in the crook of his neck. jjs breath is held, stomach sucked in as his face scrunches, overwhelmed by the pleasure. he releases a shaky breath, hyperaware of how tight you felt around him, your little pussy puslating.

"shit, think i might bust in you." jj chuckles breathlessly.

"no, jayj, dont even think about it," you scold weakly, trying not to move. honestly, although it was hard at first, you were actually enjoyed him being in you in not a super sexual sense. it felt really intimate, and kind of sweet.

though, nothing was sweet about the way you were clenching around him, every so often wiggling to adjust in a position that was less painful for your knees. jjs hands rubbed down your back, and you could feel the rise and fall of his chest. you wondered if the two of you looked suspicious, but you decided that you didnt care.

eventually, you forced yourself to detach from him, and the two of you spent the rest of the day going back and forth from the water to your towls, baking in the sun. and of course, as soon as you were alone, you fucked in the twinky, eager to get your hands on each other as soon as possible. with the smell of salt lingering, and the feeling of grainy sand in the crevices of your body, you two knew it was the perfect end to the perfect day.

[kenzlie]

‘ ALL MINE ’

‘ you’ll always come back.. ’

content warnings: smut, p n v, cursing, cheating (stay loyal) & pet names (baby & doll)

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you’re head was pounding as you’re boyfriend josh was shouting at you “with your ex? are you fucking kidding me?!” he shouted loudly he had found the photos, the sex tapes, he found it all, and he was pissed, he pushed you back a little and you suddenly regain yourself

“i dont know what the fuck your talking about josh!” you blurted “dont act dumb baby! how many times do i have to show you the videos, the messages, the pictures and dont get me started with the godamn ‘my eyes only’ pictures!” he argued as he pointed to the dates on all the evidence “okay, but where were you those same fucking nights? out with mya?” “w-what?” he choked almost “im not stupid! i can always smell her perfume on you or just the smell of fucking sex!”

you storm out the door angrily, your little heels clicking on the cement as you walk to your car, this all started because josh texted you to come over for date night, you had gotten all dressed up and fancied but now your mascara was smudged and your eyes were all puffy

you’re making your way back home, your phone in the cup holder starts ringing, you ignored the first call thinking it was josh, but when the second ring came and the bold words on your phone saying “matt STURNIOLO 💜” «please get that reference..» your eyes lit up “hello?” you say sniffling a bit as you pull over “hey doll, you sound sad, everything alright?” he said in a concerned voice “yea, just josh being a complete dick again” “seriously?? come over, ill get your mind off of it” he suggested, you could feel his smirk through the phone “yea yea im on my way” “see ya soon doll” he said before hanging up

you arrived at his house, he was sitting on the porch step waiting for you waving with a smile, you pulled into the driveway and turned the car off as he runs up to the driver’s door “hey doll” he says with a gesturing smile, you step out and he immediately goes to hold your face “why is your makeup all messy and why are your eyes- oh, cmon lets get your mind off him” matt says as he holds your waist leading you too the front door

when you two made it to his bedroom he immediately shut the door and locked it before pressing you up against it “matt..” you whisper “shh shh gonna make you feel real good doll..” he murmurs before kissing on your neck, your hands insanely tangling up in his brunette hair “please..” you beg as you threw your head back

he picked you up and tossed you on the bed gently before climbing in above you “gonna fuck you better than he ever did, yeah?” he said with a smirk, you nod as his cold hands remove your clothing “look at how pretty..” he whispered as he gropes your boob “matt cmonnn” “fine fine..” he jokingly grunts as he pulls his plaid pants down along with his tommy boxers, revealing his erection

he rubs his tip against you’re heat making you whine, he pushes into you without warning “oh shit..” he groans as he grips your waist “fuck matt!” “taking me so f’ good, doll..” matts grip on your waist tightens as he speeds up “fuck fuck fuck..” you whimper “gonna cum soon..you still on the pill?” you nod as you squeeze around him

he throws his head back as he thrusts a couple more times before finishing inside you “f’ matt..” you mumbled as you finish with him “took me so well, doll” he says before leaning down to kiss you gently “so..what are you gonna tell josh..?” he laughs

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[astr0exe]

Imagine könig with a stepbrother, figuring out said stepbrother is trans and being like “shit I could get him pregnant”

okay so im sorry if i took this in the wrong direction but hey !

CW : filth, transmasc reader (on testosterone!), explicit consent despite slight drinking, praise, breeding (obvs)

this will be filthy, probably, idk yet !:)

757 words !!

You and your stepbrother König were.. close, closer than people would expect, you hung out together despite König being 8 years older than you. You and König were just sat around, drinking, you were quite tipsy when you told him, “Königg, you know.. im trans right?” you asked it like a question cause you honestly thought he knew, but that man’s face pales, his eyes widen and his mouth opens and his first sentence is “shit.. I could get you pregnant..”

You both sit there for a while, just staring at each other before hears a quiet mumble from you “i wouldnt mind you doing that…”

he would probably be shocked at first before realising what you said, groaning loudly at the thought of even just fucking you. But getting you pregnant? now thats a whole other fantasy.. a darker one, a more depraved one.

You move closer to your stepbrother, your lips ghosting over his, the alcohol making you more confident as you kiss him, softly, but its not reciprocated the way you expect. He is harsh and rough, your teeth clashing together as he basically tackles you onto the couch, an almost crazed look in his eyes as he grinds his hard thick (lets be real it would be massive) cock against the seam of your jeans, making it brush your small, sensitive dick so aggressively yet so perfectly you whine loudly.

He murmurs a quiet “are you sure this is okay? cause if you don’t say no now.. I don’t know if I will be able to stop..” You nod your head sharply replying with your hands going down to his pants “yes.. König.. need you to fuck me.. to ruin me..” you whisper in his ear before biting his neck softly, admiring the slight purple mark that is left there, along with the indent of your teeth.

With his belt off and your hips grinding up against him he cant resist, he flips you over, your stomach on the couch as he pulls your hips up with one hand and shoves his pants and boxers down with another. You cant help but huff at the slightly awkward position that you have to take your pants off in, but you manage, with your lower halves completely bare, he groans “fuck.. i can see how wet you are from here, just drenched for your stepbrother’s cock yeah?”

As you try to reply your sentence loses all meaning, turning into pointless babbling when König eases his large dick into you. Its like its hitting your cervix when he finally stills, all the way inside, giving you a little time to adjust to his size. He knows he is big, most people see his cock and run, but not you.. no.. not his little brother..

When you give him the slight jerk of your hips he needs as permission to move, he loses all sense of being, all he can think about is your tight cunt and how perfect it is wrapped around his cock.. And.. fuck he can’t stop thinking about how you would look pregnant, round and glowing due to the baby he put in you. He grips you hair, making your back arch uncomfortably but you can barely feel the pain due to the immense pleasure König is making you feel.

All you can hear are his groans and praises “Liebe.. Oh meine Liebe you feel so good, so tight and perfect.. youre such a good boy, fuck..” even with his mouth being so close to your ear his voice sounds quiet compared to your loud moans, his hand moves towards your engorged dick jerking and rubbing as your moans change in pitch, giving away how close you are. His teeth find your neck in a show of pure possessiveness.

You clench around him tightly as your orgasm washes over you in waves, with how much you tighten König’s hips stutter slightly, however still trying to keep himself from cumming, but he knows he isnt going to last. He needs to fill you up, fuck you full of his cum, get you pregnant. A few hard thrusts later he does, his white seed painting the walls of your cunt along with your cervix, he cums so much you can almost feel it.

When you try to move away he doesn’t let you, a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place, keep you plugged with his cum, his only reasoning is “i did tell you i wanted to get you pregnant”