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[donatellawritings]

somnophilia with stepbro!rafe i’m begging

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it was simple — rafe’s stepmother had so kindly asked that he watch over you for the night, you’d gotten caught drinking at the country club earlier in the week, therefore you’d been grounded for the weekend. so, here you laid, asleep on your stomach, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt from a gift shop on the mainland. your leg had been bent upwards, the hem of your long shirt bunched up at your lower back, your bare ass and glistening pussy on full display.

rafe was careful when he entered your bedroom, calvin klein boxers laying dangerously low on his hips as he took a precautionary glance behind his shoulder — despite the two of you being home alone.

gently pushing his knee into your firm mattress, rafe shifts himself to stand on his knees, fisting his pre-cum dripping cock in his warm hand as he licks over his dry lips, “fuck,” he moans, allowing a thick string of spit to drip down from his tongue onto his eager tip.

spreading the sticky spit along his shaft, rafe guides his fat tip into your tight hole, his stomach flexing at the warm squeeze of your pussy, “jesus fuckin’ chris—”

a slightly pained whimper leaves your drowsy lips as rafe continues to ease himself into you, “wha—”

pressing a firm and stilling hand on your lower back, your step brother fills you to the hilt, letting out a guttural groan as the squishy sound you pussy makes, “i know baby — shit — y’can take it,” he soothes, his voice strained and choppy as he finds a consistent rhythm to thrust into you.

raising your head from you plush pillow, you crane your neck to look at rafe, your doe eyes dewy as your jaw slacks open, “rafey … too much,” you hum, your head dropping down onto the pillow as rafe sends a harsh thrust into you.

egged on by the squelching of your slippery and sticky pussy, rafe’s hips slap against the meat of your ass with conviction. “y’doin so fuckin’ good, mama — m’gonna fuckin cum,” he groans, both of his hands now holding your stepbrother up as he ruts into you, the slick of your creamy cum smearing onto his pelvic bone.

letting out a cry of pleasure, you reach a hand behind you, your delicate hand closing around rafe’s strained wrist, your fingernail digging into his gold rolex.

“cum in me, please,” you sigh, half-asleep and half-fucked out as rafe sends a sharp slap to your asscheek.

spreading your asscheeks apart, rafe spits directly on your puckered hole, “gonna fill you up, yeah?” he huffs, watching as you nod wordlessly, mumbled cries leaving your lips as rafe eases his thumb into your tight little asshole, “ah, fuck — there it is, baby,” he hisses, a slight smirk tugging on his lips as your asshole tightens around his thick finger.

now sloppily thrusting into you, rafe grunts through gritted teeth as he massages his thumb into your puckered hole, his warm cum shooting into you as his free hand grips your hip, “hmph! too full, papi!” you whine.

sliding his thumb out of your hole, rafe relishes in the ‘pop’ that comes with its removal, laying a satisfactory tap of approval against your ass as he eases out of your pussy, “y’did good, kid,”

“thank you, rafey,” you shudder, exhaling a giggle as rafe presses wet kisses to your leaking pussy.

[princessbrunette]

Reader visiting pogue!rafe and wearing the tiniest sundress to thank him for taking such a good care of her and for coming to midsummer. She would give him the sloppiest nastiest blowjob because she is so grateful

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it was one of those really hot days. the type where your clothes stick to you, even the hot breeze serves as no relief and you just wish to be left alone.

it was rafe’s day off from the building site, which he’s grateful for — as he’s not sure he’d be able to manage under such harsh conditions. the pogue lounges on his beat up couch infront of his shitty tv with a beer, legs spread — the rickety oscillating fan by his side offering no solace from the thick muggy air. just as he starts to find the energy to be irritated with this, there’s a knock at his door. the last thing he needs.

“jesus—what, i can’t have one god-damn day…” he mutters away to himself like a grumpy old man as he storms to the door, swinging it open. lo and behold, there you are in the tiniest, flimsiest sundress holding a crate of beer, looking a little clammy but excited to see him nonetheless.

“hi rafe!” you chime, totally unaffected.

“the hell are you doin’ all the way out here, s’not a nice part of the island, alright—”

“i come bearing gifts. may i come inside?” you ask so sweet and politely, leaving rafe only able to blink at you for a moment before you’re shuffling past him anyway without an answer, humming to yourself. “i know these ones are your favourite. they’re probably a little luke warm by now ‘cos i had to carry them here but if i stick them in the fridge they’ll probably be good to go in another ten minutes or so.” you chat away happily, walking right through to the small fridge on the ground in his kitchen, absentmindedly bending all the way over to shove the crate inside, giving rafe a real show of the delicate panties beneath your dress.

“really you — you walked all the way here for some beers, alright— okay.” he shakes his head in exasperation, turning and flopping back down onto the couch, closing his eyes for a moment at the unbearable heat. suddenly, you were right there.

“not just that.” your voice is softer now, closer. he can feel your breath on his face and it’s cold somehow— like you’d been sucking on an ice pop before coming in. the feeling isn’t unwelcome. his eyes flutter open, and it’s like someone had turned a switch inside of you because suddenly you’re all hungry eyes, wet mouth, hands that fidget for him.

“…no?” he drawls lazily, barely making an effort to shove an eyebrow up in questioning.

“wanted to thank you specially. for looking after me so well after midsummers. you’re a really good guy, rafe.” you’re so sweet it’s sickly and rafe shakes his head, averting his gaze with a lick of the lips and an eye roll.

“look i was just doing what anyone would have done alright — no need to make it a whole thing—”

“please… can i just show you how grateful i am? i’ve been practicing.” you practically groan, hands clenching into the fabric of his shirt.

rafe is starting to realise he has a real problem with saying no and standing by that— because soon he’s got you between his legs, drool leaking down onto his couch from the sloppy way you mouth at his cock, making out with the tip and taking breaks to ease him into your throat until there are tears on your cheeks. you seem as happy as anyone could be, little pleased moans and mewls leaving you periodically.

“the hell did you mean you’ve been practicing?” rafe asks between winces, a sharp pain in his abdomen at the thought of you getting in your blowjob rehearsals with another guy. he didn’t like that, and more importantly he didn’t like that he felt that way.

you reply to him, but it’s all garbled and spitty because his dick’s jammed half way down your throat so he pulls you off by the jaw, furrowing his brows curiously urging you to repeat yourself. you swallow, blinking wide wet eyes up at him.

“dildo.” you hum, before pushing his hand off and getting back to work. rafe relaxes back into the couch with an amused scoff.

“shit. your parents have got no clue, huh? no clue that they’ve got such a dirty little girl.” he spreads his legs a little wider, resting a hand on the back of your head.

you pull your mouth off to pull his cock to stand upright to access his balls, sucking and massaging them. “m’your dirty little girl too.” you respond in a shyer tone, almost like you were asking for permission. rafe blinks at you in zoned out analysis, wondering just what your father wasn’t providing you in order to make everything that came out of your mouth so wrong and freudian. rafe was just some construction working pogue — that’s how he saw it anyway. what it was about him that made you latch onto him so tightly and rely on him of all people for emotional validation and nurture was beyond him. you must’ve been a total masochist.

as you continue sucking he realises he didn’t so much mind the comment. everyone was ‘little’ to him at such a height so he’d let you have it.

“uh-huh. that right?” he entertains it, repositioning your mouth over his tip forcefully and feeding it back down your throat. “gonna let me in that throat now? huh? lemme cum baby? thought you were grateful. show me how thankful you are that i was nice to you, c’mon.” he pants, feet planted to the floor now as he lifts his hips — impatient. each little wet gag fuels him, and he chuckles breathlessly at the way you squeeze your eyes and fists closed to endure his manhandling.

“yeah not — not being very nice now am i? nah… s’what you get for messing with us nasty pogues. savages, baby.” he’s actively teasing you, making fun of the kook rhetoric as he pushes himself toward release. he knows those aren’t your views, but it’s satisfying to poke fun at you all the same.

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[cntloup]

18+ MDNI

Ghost punishing you for being a bad bad girl and not listening to him... idk man whatever

He's pulled your panties aside and hovers above you, slapping your slick, wet pussy.

"What did I tell you? Huh?!" he snarls, grabbing your jaw to make you look into his eyes which are flaming with rage and lust, "I'm... I'm so s-sorry, Si!" you say in a breathy voice.

You'd blush and shy away at the sound, the heavy impact of his big palm against your soaked cunt... if you weren't too far gone.

"P-please, Si!" you whine pathetically, not knowing if you're pleading for him to stop or already stuff your desperate, begging pussy.

The sound of your whiny pleas blend with the wet smack of his hand on your pussy while you nearly drool and lose your mind over the aching pleasure.

"You like this, don't you? Huh?! You dirty, dirty girl! You like it when I slap your pussy, yeah?!" he chuckles at your dazed state, "Y-yeah!" you gasp as another harsh spank is delivered to your soaking wet folds and he rubs his palm on your cunt in a somewhat soothing manner to calm the soreness.

He can't take it anymore, almost cumming at the mere sight of you, plush thighs spread open and your pretty pussy sopping wet with your desperate arousal.

He takes his throbbing cock out of his sweatpants and strokes the leaking tip over your waiting folds before slowly, teasingly easing into you.

His thick cock effortlessly slides into your warm, welcoming walls, taking him in and enfolding him entirely.

You both moan as the warm sweet sensation floods through your bodies.

His fat veiny cock fills you up real nice, stretching you out to your absolute limit.

And he doesn't even hesitate to pound into you mercilessly from the get-go.

He fucks you with such force and vigor that you think you're gonna pass out from the razing mix of pain and pleasure.

You're a whimpering, drooling mess beneath his bulky weight as his meaty cock jams into your slick cunt, his husky groans floating beside your ear.

"Come on, love. You gonna cum f'me?" he rasps out while your moans get higher in pitch paired with your squelchy walls tightly clasping down on him.

The tingling feeling pooling up in your belly, soon ruptures into all-consuming flames that wash over your whole body.

And his gravelly growl of absolute euphoria fills your ears as he fills up your needy womb with his warm cum.

[munsster]

hell-bent

A/N: basically… give me beefy bucky or give me death (gif creds: @vader-anakin)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: All you want is attention from your boyfriend. Though, during a life/death mission may not be the best time to crave it. 2.6k words

Warnings: smut, man handling, dirty talk, degrading, knife play/kink, blood play!!!!!, uh very mild exhibitionism, pet names (babydoll, doll, princess, minx, baby)

"Babydoll, toss my knife over." A crouching Bucky fiddles with the steel door's padlock before catching your ankle in his left palm, wrapping cooly into your exposed skin.

"Can I have a kiss first?" you coo and bat your lashes to get his blood pumping, the susurration booming in his ears and rushing between his legs. 

He barks out a laugh, face scrunched as he falls back onto his tailbone, abandoning the Fort Knox knockoff before you kick your calf from his grip and shuffle away. His breath finally catches in his windpipe when you scoff, tugging his knife from your belt. Bird-like in your grace, you flit away with a tune tumbling from your lips in a hum. Footsteps thud hard and fast until his hands clasp your abdomen. With the tip of his nose pressed to your ear, his hips shoved up against your back, and in a mumble:

"Listen, the second we're done with this, I'll fuck you until you can't walk, but right now, I need the goddamn knife." His mouth trails to the crook of your jaw as his fingers curl into your taut leather neckline. A hot puff of air fans over your skin when you spin in his arms, spine sinuous and molding into his grasp. Then the edge of his own knife meets his bust, poking at the center of his vest as he frowns.

"And I need a kiss," you say, very matter-of-fact in your own silver-tongued way. The tip of the blade glides up and over his adam's apple until he's forced to tilt his head back, stubbly jaw exposed to your hungry eyes. A blushing pink line rises in the knife's wake, pricking at his skin with ease.

Bucky likes it that way. 'That way' meaning sharp. And 'it' being his knife and his girl.

"Doll?"

Lip tucked between your teeth, you savor the flutter of his lashes when he plucks at the hip of your catsuit, grinning wide like a predator. The spandex snaps against your skin with a biting pain. "Yes, James?"

"Give me the knife. Now." The gravel in his voice has you withdrawing the blade from his skin and pouting like you're innocent. Like his hard-on isn't already strained against your thigh. He meets your gaze then, pupils blown as he sighs. Out of relief or disappointment, he does not know.

"Give me a kiss. Now," you mimic.

"Fuckin— you know what? Fine." Vibranium clamps onto your jaw, tugging you close as his lips meet your own in a searing kiss. The burning cold of his fingertips brings a certain warmth to your cheeks, spreading, curling over your bones and flooding your senses. He groans into you as he licks at your mouth and draws your breath over his tongue. His hands roam your waist, and he lets out a muffled protest when you reach for his belt.

It's worse that he hasn't had a moment alone with you for a week. Libido going haywire at your touch, he revels in it, his low moan pouring down your throat. And his hands. God, his hands. They dip into your waist like cupped palms dip into the fountain of youth after years of wear and tear. His thumbs press hard against rib until you purr into him with the heat of several suns beating down on a forgotten beach.

Then, right fingers drag down your wrist, coiling around the handle of the knife and wiggling it from your loosened grasp. You pull back with a scowl, lips chafed under the wet pressure of his own, and he winks.

"Thank you, princess," he whispers against your temple with a smirk, clapping his palm onto your ass and chuckling when you squeal and back hand his bicep.

"Bastard."

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"You. Out," Bucky barks, ducking into the stuffy tent and squeezing your hand as he glares at a pissed Sam.

"There's no way in hell you're hogging our only shelter for sex!" Sam snaps.

"Funny, 'cause that's exactly what I'm doing. Now, get out before I strip, and you get to watch me in all my naked glory fuck my gorgeous girlfriend." You drop your forehead to the center of his back, and your face goes hot. Sam shuffles past you, grumbling about ‘horny goddamn rabbits’.

"Little much, don't you think?" But Bucky's not really listening as he zips the hatch shut and pounces on you like a frenzied jaguar, lurching with the smooth coil of his stamina.

"Minx," he growls against the hot skin of your exposed clavicle, "'m gonna go into cardiac arrest with how excited you get me." He tugs the zipper of your suit further, marking the skin with wet kisses down your navel. You clutch the seam of the bedroll beneath you in your restless grip because his teeth pinch your delicate skin and the humid tent nearly drowns you.

"You bring out the knife fiend in me." Off his tongue like a moan, like he's holding back, and when he ruts into you, it's clear he is.

The super soldier's heartbeat pumps in your ears, and you gasp when it picks up, pressing your palm to his chest. He fumbles an eager hand for his thigh pocket, pupils blown at the sound of a steel click. Dopamine floods his senses, the fading light glaring across his switchblade that he finds reflects in your gaze nicely.

"Is this payback?" you whisper. His grin is nothing but cheshire then, scheming with a racing mind as he brings the needle-sharp point to the crest of your cheekbone.

"You know I would never hurt you, princess." He trips the blade low, down your throat to the valley of your breasts where he pauses in thought. His lips hover a breath over yours, and Bucky likes the way you go soft and doe-eyed and maleable in his embrace. "D'you trust me?"

"With my life."

A flash of arrogance crosses his expression, the glint in his eye shining through his god complex. The chill of the blade scrapes over the plump of your breast as he keeps his crystal eyes trained on you. You and your ragged breathing and your fingers curling into his bicep. He just has that effect on you. The corners of his lips rise wickedly at the idea.

"Dunno if I'd be so willing, babydoll," he grumbles, pressing the serrated edge to your sternum, the skin swelling on either side; it starts to sting. "But I guess that's the epitome of trust, isn't it?"

A hiss through your bared frown when the flesh breaks for crimson. He's quick to lap at the wound, driving the blade of his knife through the base of the tent and into the dirt beside your shoulder. His palm flattens against your rib cage as he jerks your zipper fully open and peels the suit from your torso.

"Now, that wasn't so bad," he says, feeling your lungs flood with air beneath his shaking hands. Your head lulls to the side, and if he didn't know better, he would think you were pissed. He thumbs over your fresh cut, hushing you when you squirm. "What happened to my poor girl?"

"Fuck you."

"Doll," he warns.

"I hate you."

"Take it back," he huffs, kneeling between your thighs with his fingertips tweaking your pebbled nipples. While concerned, he's been turned on since noon, no thanks to you. Desperate fingers go to rake your scalp as he leans down to pepper ever present kisses over your jaw. "C'mon, lemme kiss it better."

You look to him like he's the prime suspect in your own murder, and it shatters his poor heart to nothing but ash in his sunken chest. Anger feeds your fire until you flip him off with a smirk that makes his brain do a spine-twisting somersault. Without a second thought, your wrists are pinned to the ground, tight enough to fracture, and yet he still handles you like you're porcelain.

"If you don't ease up, I'll have no choice but to fuck the attitude right outta you. Hmm? Hard to complain when you're busy moaning for me." Sweat flecks down his temple, saliva pooling in his mouth when you blink up at him, jaw unhinged, fingers ticking. He's an animal in this light.

"It's like being a douchebag is second nature to you," you mumble, and you feel him snap with a shift of his weight. An inner gearshift from benign victim to the apex predator. Or maybe he was never benign, just lying in wait.

"Oh, you've earned it now, babydoll."

He strips you of your uniform with a yank, palming for your feverish skin as he licks at your bottom lip. Some volatile form of submission. Like he's teasing you out of your husk just to rip you to shreds. But God be damned if you wouldn't offer him the very weapon of your own demise.

His tac-gear clatters to the ground while he takes your fist to curl around his cock, coated slick with precum. He huffs out a breathy chuckle against your neck when you slowly stroke him. Then his hips buck into your grip as his teeth sink into your jugular.

"See what you do to me? Been hard as a fuckin' rock since the second I saw you. Couldn't help but remember how you taste. Let alone how you feel." And nothing satisfies a super soldier's cravings like the real thing.

He hoists your thigh up and over his hip, 'round his lower back. Like a belt. Like you're his consolation prize. You push the pad of your thumb across his frenulum, tearing something gargled and ragged from his throat. Something almost sentient as he tosses his head back in earnest. Yet all you can do it stare: his eyelids drifting shut, fingers strangling the sheets beneath you, his every muscle tensed like his life depends on it. Not a bad view. Not bad at all.

Then, your fingers tighten with the pulsing vein along his cock, and he has to slip from your hold to compose his sex drive. His eyes blink open to a zig-zag scene that he can't quite register until his eyes uncross.

"Christ, woman, give your poor lover a break. I'm still recovering from just lookin' at you," Bucky sighs. And he falls head over heels for the way you thumb over his dimpled chin and kiss him like an angel, soft and sweet and ethereal like no other.

The illusion shatters, however, when you bring your hips to meet his in one single thrust. Relentless woman with the face of a goddess. It brings him to his knees—or in this case, elbows.

You giggle at his pinched expression, wiggling your pelvis as his tip presses deeper into you cunt. Then it's payback when your back arches and your nails dig into his flanks, baring your neck to his gaze.

"Yeah, right there, princess," he mumbles, "I know you missed me inside this pretty pussy." And the cocky bastard is right. He feels it in the way you stretch to fit his girth, the supple elasticity of your cunt clenching in unfamiliarity. The subtle rotation of his hips is evil in principle but so damn perfect when everything is so warm, so wet, how can either of you resist.

You grasp for his shoulders when he hooks your ankles around his lower back. And oh, does he know how to work at this angle. His tip drives deeper just so he can drag back out again, slow in every roll of his hips. Any protest flies out the door in heavy breaths across skin and fingertips

The dark closes in around you, suffocating as it drenches your skin and renders you undiluted beauty in his arms. With every moan, he picks up speed just to hear you against his throat.

"Bucky." It bubbles from your throat as an ode to his warm body and restless mind. “Love you.”

"I gotcha, sweetheart. I love you, too." His muscles twist around you, and he's close with the stutter of his hips, digging deeper while his metal palm flattens against your tummy. Your fingers comb his hair from his eyes; you look like an angel, blissed out, half-lidded eyes, and he smiles down at you, still so focused despite his unraveling.

The tent's zipper hisses when Sam peeks in with an awfully disgruntled, "what the hell, cyborg? A warning?"

"I think you had enough of a warning," Bucky growls, continuing his thrusts when your head tilts to the side, an embarrassed squeal from your lips.

"Jesus Christ, I thought you'd be done, old man," Sam chuckles.

"Get the fuck out!"

"Fine, fine, just try not to break your girlfriend." A loud sigh from Sam before the zipper shuts with a metallic grinding noise that echoes in your ears as static.

"Sorry, pretty baby, 'pparently someone's common sense left 'im," Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss to the broken flesh of your sternum, lashes batting as a sufficient apology. A harsh thrust then, punching the air from his chest as every fiber in his body coils and snaps to the beat of your heart, filling you with wet heat. He rubs his middle finger over your clit with a vengeful smirk when your back curls with the weight of your release.

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"D'you always go commando under these things?" he coos, tentative and quiet while the pads of his fingers trace feather-light patterns over your damp skin. Your snug uniform and the way it hugs you hasn't left his mind. Fact, it never really does.

"Yeah, I mean kevlar is surprisingly breathable, so what's the point."

"Noted." Bucky drapes his forearm across your navel, shifting onto his palm and grinning above you like the cat that got the cream: mischievous and pleased out of his mind. "I'm one lucky sonuvabitch, huh?"

"Yeah, you are," you tease, hooking your thighs around his hips as he settles into your body with a chuckle, chest erupting with delight taut against yours. He tucks the hair plastered across your forehead to your hairline with a knuckle, lips puckered against your temple in a kiss sweet enough to give you cavities.

Your hands dive into the sleeping bag, trailing the sweat-slicked sinew in his back, dipping with the tightly-wound muscle before sinking your fingertips into the plump of his ass with a cheeky smile. 

"Little minx." Bucky hangs his head with a grin, nipping for your cupid's bow then pecking lower at your baby-soft lips. Though he knows he went far enough with the tip of his blade, he would never admit it to you. The same way you would never admit that you liked the sting of it. But now that he's left a scar on your chest—an unspoken promise of his and hers, a permanent mark in your complexion—there's truly no turning back.

And he proves it with another kiss that renders you breathless, taking in his solace with wavering consciousness. The line between asleep and awake and Bucky's hands blurr to something more than reality. Though, the noise he makes against your mouth is nothing short of sinful.

From the opposite side of the tent, Sam grumbles, "mind shutting the fuck up? Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sorry, Sammy!" you whisper.

"No, you're not."

marvel masterlist

[martyr-inthedark]

Favorite Food

Tw: food whump, aftermath of torture, unreliable narrator, unreality

"Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

Whumpee's eyes snapped to look up towards Whumper (not at him, never to look at him).

"S-sorry, sir?" It's best to ask for clarification than to do anything too soon. It was a lesson that caused Whumpee to chip a few too many teeth. Their heart pounded in their ears. It's been so long since they've heard their own name.

"I said," Whumper's fingers tapped the table he was sitting at, and his nose crinkled, "Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

Dread swelled in Whumpee's chest. There was a right answer, surely. They took a breath, a whimper escaping their throat. Did they really have a say? Was this just another trick? A test Whumpee was doomed to fail? There were two options. They could be honest, and risk Whumper ruining another part of their identity. Or, they could lie, and Whumper could punish them for lying (he knew every time, the bastard-).

"Everything okay?" An intense blush filled Whumpee's pale face. Shit. Shit, they took too long. There was a right answer to this riddle. There had to be.

"Sorry, my lord. I am only deserving of what you give me," Whumpee finally choked out. They did not see but rather felt Whumper's eyes fall on their face for the first time all day. They could do nothing under his gaze except tremble on their knees and silently pray for mercy. They sat listening to the gentle 'hmph' from their master.

Whumpee flinched when Whumper stroked their hair, their first sign of affection in a long time. Whumpee wilted into their hand as cold finger tips traced down the side of their head, pushing hair behind their ear, falling down their cheek and finally landing under their chin. Whumpee's lip trembled as their gaze was directed to Whumper's fierce expression.

"Oh, my poor doll," Whumper tsked. Whumpee's new tears followed the same route Whumper's fingers did just moments before. "Whumpee, what is your favorite food?"

"I'm sorry," Whumpee started, mostly to soothe the risk that Whumper was getting frustrated with them, but also to buy themselves a moment to think. They had not thought of their favorite food in so long, after realizing that going home was not an option (anything to ease the pain of loss). Thinking back to a time that felt far away, it came to them, what they missed most. "I'm s-my apologies, sir. Um. I really love... it's hard to pick. Potato soup, or really any soup. Mostly potatoes. Sir."

"That's really interesting." Whumper let go of their chin and their eyes finally fell to their rightful place on the floor.

"Sorry," Whumpee whispered, falling quiet once more. They braced themselves for a bitter insult, a smack on the back of the head, anything, and nothing ever came. They continued to silently cry. What was Whumper going to do? They answered the question. Was it right? The not-knowing was killing them. How could they be good for Master if they didn't know what he wanted?

...

Evening rolled around and Whumper beckoned Whumpee to sit at the table. Dinner had been set, and Whumpee sank into their seat, not wishing to further annoy their master. It wasn't unusual for Whumper to want Whumpee to sit with them. However, it was rare that they had a plate or bowl, and the conversation from earlier still haunted their day. Whumper gestured, and Whumpee lifted the cover off their meal, and—

Potato soup.

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed they dared to look up at Whumper. This wasn't for them, it couldn't be. Whumper had already started eating, and though he had his mouth full, he commanded Whumpee to eat. Tears swelled in their eyes and they shook their head. They weren't supposed to eat until Master was done.

"Whumpee," Whumper warned.

Whumpee flinched. Whumper's chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. Whumpee shuttered at every slow step toward them. Finally, Whumper crouched down below Whumpee, taking their quivering hands.

"Look at me, sweetheart," Whumper said, gently stroking Whumpee's forearm. Whumpee sniffled and did as asked. Whumpee, for the first time all day, saw Caretaker's loving and concerned eyes. "The soup is for you, Whumpee. Just for you. You can eat it, or not eat it. Whenever you want. If you want to wait for me to leave, that is okay. If you want to eat it now, that is okay, too. Your decision is safe here, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, and wept. And they wept hard. No sniffles. No simple tears. They properly wept as Whumper-no-Caretaker pulled their starving frame into a hug.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm so sorry, Caretaker." All Whumpee could do was breathe out the words between sobs. They never felt more broken, more irreparable, than right there in the reality of Caretaker's arms.

"I know, doll, I know. You don't have to be."

"I thought—I must be an awful person—I thought you were him."

"You're okay. You're not in trouble. I'm glad you see me, now. I'm glad you're here."

Whumpee felt sick of themselves. They wished for a day they could wake up in the morning and feel whole. They wished for a day they weren't afraid of blinking wrong. They wished for a day where they could just eat their favorite food and it not be cold from waiting on them to get over their meltdown.

[fluffylino]

oral fixation with minho 🍎

minho is good at eating apples. but that isn't the only thing he's good at eating...

skz code made me think all sorts of things cause the way they zoomed in on minho's mouth while he was dunking his face in for an apple-

-contains mature themes (very self indulgent and so incredibly hot)

minho looks irresistable.

dressed up in a beyond adorable outfit for the recording of the most recent skz code. a bunny clip neatly resting on his fluffed up hair.

he looks so cute, you could eat him up.

that is all until one specific game. which you were sure he'd be good at. with his hands placed behind his back. he was to take an apple from the tub of water.

the rules included using only his mouth to pick up as many apples he could, in a span of a minute.

the members have faith in him and he starts off by putting his face to the tub. trying to choose an apple that was closer. herding the apple to a corner.

your mind spiralling at the obsence thoughts that come to your head.

the determination in his furrowed brows, the way he holds his breath and opens his mouth wider.

head moving along with the floating apple. eagerly trying to suck and create a vacuum so he can pick it up.

but instead he lets his jaw hang loose.

mouthing at the apple just like he would kiss into your swollen folds. lips molding against your pussy, making out with it like he had all the time in the world.

apples!

this wasn't about you. this was about the apple he was catching.

you blink, watching with a nervous smile when he switches to another apple midway. giving up on the first apple.

the members tease him for switching amongst the apples, condoning it as bad manners.

its funny and you laugh.

he digs his bunny teeth into the fruit and runs to place it on the tray. spitting out a stream of water which was a result of sucking on the fruit.

you think of his front teeth, teasing your clit. while his spit stained lips wrap around your swollen bud as a means to ease the sharp sensation.

apples!

you remind yourself, its an apple for godsake.

without wasting a minute, he practically plunges his face into the tub of water. his bangs getting wet and they stick to his forehead.

he looked like a wet cat but you wished he was eating yours.

cornering the apple right into the edge. his jaw muscles tensing everytime he tried to catch it.

minho doesn't even care that his nose his partially underwater. he holds his breath like an expert and doesn't stop till he's finally got the second apple in his mouth.

thats how he is everytime he's buried between your legs. faceplanting into your cunt, you wonder if it pains him to press the lower half of his face completely against you.

nose harshly shoved against your mound. the tip of it rubbing deliciously over your clit.

the same eagerness he shows to the apple,is exactly how he shows it to you. pushing you up, till you're cornered into the sofa or the headrest of your bed, legs parted with him noisily slurping up all your slick.

you catch a glimpse of his tongue. nudging the apple towards him sneakily and you think of how he kitten licks your entrance.

loving the way you throb with his tongue and the sweet essence that drips past your fluttering hole.

you try not to think of how he flattens his tongue and licks long strips. feeling your sensitive folds with his hot wet muscle. making you gasp and beg for mercy.

apples! apples! apples! 🍎🍎🍎

you know what?

screw it.

you wished you were THAT apple.🍎⭐️

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watching skz code ep. 62 had me dying of laughter but also gave me severe brainrot with this one specific game ahahahhahahahha

[honeykaes]

natural artwork

hickies hc’s feat. wriothesley, lyney, thoma

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, marking, praise, rough sex (wriothesley), doggystyle (wriothesley), creampies (wrio + thoma), fingering (lyney), unedited

As the Duke of the Fortress du Meropide, Wriothesley knows he is respected across the halls. He knows many would not dare to challenge his authority and challenge his charisma, respect and strength he has crafted for years in this place.

Although he knows many wouldn’t dare challenge him, he couldn’t help clench his jaw a little too tightly when his icy eyes caught the multiple gazes focused on your form. He wasn’t a jealous man by many means, but the way their eyes lingered wishing their hands were his own—gently clasping your hand was building up frustration.

Something he can take out with ease with you.

His thick fingers pressed against your tongue, causing you to gag and tighten as his cock tongued to plunge deep inside of you. His other hand slapped firmly on your clit, jolts of pain and pleasure rippling through your body. He dragged his caines across your neck and nibbled the sensitive skin while his other hand palmed and squeezed against the plush of your ass.

“Why are you always so good for me hmm…squeezing me so tightly like this. It’s a shame I can’t have you moaning my name out in case some wandering ears try to figure out what we’re doing here,” he mused, gyrating his hips before sinking in deeper. His tip nudged against your cervix, thick veins massaging along your walls with every thrust.

“But I have to have some insurance that they know not to mess with what’s the Duke’s, even if it’s just in their imagination,” he grunted. His lips made contact with your neck, gently sucking on the skin. Vibrations from your moans reverberated on his fingers still gagging you, as he continued to nip and suck at that skin.

When he looked up, a large bright red mark had made its way on that spot—a reminder for those wandering eyes of those in the Meropide. A smirk fell on his lips as he slapped your ass in response, pace gaining in speed as he admired the new art on your body.

With a few more grunts, he felt your walls cave in and your body squirm as you managed to reach your high. 

“That’s it…that’s it, love,” he hummed. He grunted, sloppily thrusting a few more times before finally losing himself inside of you. Ropes of this thick cum filled you up, as his lips continued to drag against the hickey on your neck.

The famed magician of Fontaine, can’t seem to take his hands off of you. Through all the masks he’s worn in life, he’s thankful to finally find someone who loves him without them.

It was late night and the two of you were unwinding after one of his shows. He stood the vanity mirror, taking his white blouse off before a smile curved on his face admiring the faint marks on his chest—reminders of your love that he adored wearing.

His amethyst eyes flickered to your reflection seeing you bare chested and unaware of his gaze. The marks he had littered on your chest were becoming faint as well, barely detectable to someone who wasn’t specifically looking for them. His smile turned into a slight pout before getting up from the vanity.

“Mon cœur, come here please…” Lyney hummed, beginning to wipe the makeup from his face. As you curiously looked at him, you quickly walked over to where he was sitting by the vanity. He lifted his gaze toward you, iries swirling in mischief 

“Hm? What’s wrong?” you asked. Lyney rose from his seat, offering you a slow and sensual kiss on your lips. He softly moaned in the kiss as you returned it, before his hand crept up along your thigh, resting at the waistband of your pants. 

His fingers dipped down, fingers quickly cupping your soft folds before his thumb slowly circled your sensitive clit. He could feel your cunt beginning to drip with your essence.

His lips finally separated from your own, trailing soft kisses from your neck and collarbone until making his way to your chest. He pressed his lips between the valley of your chest, beginning to suck and nibble at the skin as his other thumb rolled itself against your sensitive and pebbling nipple.

A soft moan escaped your lips as Lyney’s fingers pressed firmer on your clit, circling it faster.

“Such a lovely symphony from your lips…might if I hear more of it,” he chuckled before making his way towards the top of your mound, sucking and nippling them. He could feel you tighten against his fingers, body shifting and shivering in the pleasure he was offering you.

“L-Lyney…!” you whimpered out, as you reached your high, grinding your hips to get any more friction from his fingers. Lyney lifted his head up, admiring the new marks decorated on your chest.

“C’est parfait…” Lyney hummed. “Now…I think it maybe time for you to reapply your marks, hm?~” 

You could always tell when Thoma was more frustrated than other times. He always usually wore a smile regardless of how frustrated he was —a trick he had picked up from working for the Kamisato estate for so long. It was easy to notice if you were close with him.

Sometimes his eyes would twitch, other times his nose would flare. And whenever he was being intimate, it seemed that a hickey would manage to find itself on you.

Thoma grinded into your core, grunting as his lips nibbled and sucked on your collarbone. Your legs wrapped themselves against your waist, feeling his cock continue to slip across your slit. His cum already drippled from you as he pumped his hardening cock once more, soon trying to push himself back inside.

“Thoma…did something happen at work again…?” you asked, playing with his soft hair. He froze momentarily before sighing and a soft laugh coming from his lips.

“...A-Ah…it’s that obvious?” he asked. You shook your head as he leaned up, looking at the multiple bright red hickies on your collarbone. Your gaze softened before he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Well…I’m your spouse so I can tell you these things, Thoma,” you murmured. Thoma sighed before sinking his cock back inside of you. His pace was much slower than it was the previous round as his thumb slowly rubbed your overstimulated clit.

The constant slap of skin echoed out into the bedroom barely illuminated with a candle.  Thoma’s lips parted, emerald eyes darkened in lust as he muttered your name.

“I just wish my time was more respected, that’s all. I just want time for….us,” he grunted, his calloused fingers pinching  your clit. You shift you head to the side as Thoma’s lips made their way to your neck. 

“I just want to be with you more….do this more. I always feel so guilty making you wait for me,” he admitted, as his pace began to quicken. He could feel your walls quivering soon reaching your second climax of the night.Thoma grunted, pushing his head against your neck as he soon joined you.

As you two tried catching your breath, you play with Thoma’s hair once more.

“Then…maybe we can negotiate with the heads to get you a week of vacation, maybe two weeks. We can visit Mondstadt or something…” you offered. Thoma lifted his head, eyes softening before pecking your lips.

“That sounds great.”

[urdepressedslut]

Just Like That

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: While you two were supposed to be repairing Sam’s boat, you end up giving Bucky head instead.

♡ Warnings: SMUT, blowjobs, deepthroating/face fucking, slight praise kink, literally no plot just filth

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+

He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into your lips, the way your tongue ran on the underside of his dick— tracing the bulging vein.

“Doll… oh my… fuckkk.” He moaned out, his flesh hand tangling their fingers into your hair.

You hummed, sending vibrations into his dick. The action had him gripping your hair tight, the slight pain from your scalp shooting straight to your core. The throb had you whining around his length.

“Making me feel s’ good baby.” He praised breathlessly, easing his grip on your hair— petting it down soothingly.

You flattened your palms on his thighs, pushing forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat.

His hips bucked instinctively, almost crying out at the way your throat was squeezing him. He grabbed the doorway of the boat, the wood splintering in his metal grip.

You pulled all the way off of him, before swallowing his entire length again— gagging as his head hit deeper in the back of your throat.

“S’ fucking good baby…” He whimpered, his head tilted back in ecstasy.

You snuck a hand down, playing with his balls, letting your other hand pump his length. You glanced up at him— spit leaking from your lips. You watched with lust filled eyes as he panted and whined.

“James… you’re so hard,” You purred, his head snapping down at you, “Bet you’re close, huh?”

He let out a pathetic whine as you squeezed his balls—his face contorted in pain.

“Words baby.” You demanded, leaning forward to swirl your tongue around his head.

His hips twitched slightly, the sensation of your tongue massaging around his tip heavenly. He let out a deep moan, feeling your tongue lick over his slit.

“S’ close doll— just like that.” He praised, letting his fingers comb through your hair.

There was something about you kneeling before him, eyes glossed over with lust, as the tears trailed down your cheeks— that made him absolutely feral. The position was so submissive, yet you held all the power. He was melting at your touch— his body putty at your hands.

You pumped his achingly hard length, giving his tip kitten licks. With your free hand caressing his thigh, you could feel the muscle twitch under your palm.

“Gonna cum James?” You asked hoarsely, his hazed over eyes meeting with yours.

You captured his length again, deepthroating him until your nose was buried into the hairs at the base of his cock. You gagged again, the convulsion from your throat making him growl in pleasure.

“Oh… that— keep doing that baby fuck…” He begged, his hips having a mind of their own, rocking into your face.

You whined around him, trying to breathe through your nose as he began to fuck your throat.

You reached around, grabbing handfuls of his ass— kneading the flesh. The action only made his thrusts deeper, his moans needier.

His thrusts were harsher, his needs a priority and if he had to use your face to chase his high— so be it. You on the other hand, we’re dripping. Your pussy was throbbing, him manhandling you making your entire body tingle— ache with desire.

He was nearly crying, his pants mixed with whines, getting impossibly close to the edge. You whimpered around him, his sounds only edging you on.

“Fuck baby… yes— you’re fucking mine,” He growled, his length growing impossibly harder at the image of you crying around him, “All mine.”

Your nails dug into the skin on his ass, your face drenched in tears, salvia leaking out of your mouth and down your chin. You gagged again, spurring him on further, his thrusts quicker. He grabbed your head, fucking your face with such force and suddenly he was pushing impossibly deeper in your throat, your jaw aching.

With an animalistic groan, he was spilling his seed down your throat. His breathing slowing, the waves of euphoria flowing throughout him. He stayed like that for a moment, relishing the feel of your throat around him.

At last, he released his death grip on your head. Slipping his cock from your throat with a hiss, his head sensitive. You gasped, panting in attempts to fill your lungs with the needed air.

With hooded eyes, Bucky gazed down at you with pleasure hazed eyes. His cock twitched at your flushed face, the tears tracks mixing with your spit— and his cum that had snuck out. Your eyes were slightly bloodshot, but as you gazed up at him— you were looking at him with such desire. You looked as if you were just getting started, and you wanted to devour him again.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered, voice hoarse.

He cradled your face, caressing your clammy cheek. He gently pulled you up, helping support your swaying state. You leaned into his palm, holding his gaze with adoration.

“I love you James.” You spoke into his palm, placing a kiss on his rough skin.

“I love you more baby.” He told you, wrapping his metal arm around your lower back, pulling you flush to him. “Now, let me return the favor.”

[revelboo]

Everything is Alright Pt 46

IDW Starscream x Reader

Mass displaced mech 18+ content 🌶️

• Aware of your eyes on him, of the way you reach up to touch where his lips had brushed you, he keeps moving. Lets himself into his quarters and then brings you to his cheek again, that turmoil inside him easing when you lay a hand against him. “Are you okay?” You ask, voice unsure and he almost laughs. Because no, he’s not okay at all. And he might be about to ruin everything good he has, but he can’t stop either. Seeing you in Soundwave’s hand has stoked that hunger in him into something demanding that he can’t ignore.

• Cradling you to him, Starscream sits on his berth and then there’s that awful sense of falling as he mass displaces without warning and you clench your eyes shut to keep from getting sick until it’s over. Then there’s the awareness that you’re sitting sideways across his lap, your face pressed into his neck. One of his big hands curled around you, warm servos pressing into your thigh, his grip possessive. His other hand sending his servos tunneling into your hair. And then your heart is racing for a whole new reason, because those hands are on you, his chin resting on top of your head and you can hear his spark, feel the faint, still angry tremor of his hands. “Everything is alright now,” he murmurs and you tip your back so you can see his expression. It’s the way he’s looking at you that makes it hard to breathe. You can feel him against you, his arms trapping you against him as his head dips.

• Your little face is flushed again as he tangles his fingers in your soft hair and uses it as a tether to gently tip your head even further. Just a taste. Surely, this much he can have without destroying it all. Your mouth is shockingly soft under his and you lay your little hands on him. And don’t push him away, you hold onto him, making a little noise that goes straight through him to his spike when he swipes his glossa against the seam of your lips and you let him in without hesitation. Wings trembling, his servos tighten against your thigh, groaning when you shift to straddle him. Like you need more, too. Your little tongue sliding against his glossa, demanding as his palm slides down to your butt, pulling you more firmly against him and his trapped, aching spike.

• His mouth is sinful, all hungry demand. This isn’t a kiss so much as a demand for submission. His servos tighten in your hair, a little lick of not-quite pain to make you gasp into his kiss. Feeling his denta nipping your bottom lip, pressing hungry kisses along your jaw and then nipping your earlobe hard to make your arch into him. Rock yourself against him as heat and need spills through you, winding you tight. That warm mouth pressing kisses and bites against your neck isn’t fair, because there’s going to be bruises later. He’s leaving marks that will most likely aggravate Soundwave later. Fingers sliding over the warm mesh of his neck as you move against him, you’re almost overwhelmed by that familiar spiced, metallic scent of him, the warmth of his big hands, and the feel of him venting against you.

• Primus, help him as you move against him, hips rocking right over his trapped spike. Your lips pressing against the mesh of his neck, fingers finding seams and digging in, reaching to brush over his wings and he almost comes apart just from that small touch. Needs more, to feel your soft skin bare against him right now, going slow no longer the plan. Those little, breathy sounds you’re making as he presses a bite to your shoulder driving him mad, because you need this, too. “Please,” you murmur, moving against him and that soft plea shreds all of his control.

• A tug and then he’s tearing your shirt down the back and you know you should be concerned, but the less between you both? You’re on board with that plan as his mouth crashes with bruising force against yours, and you try to squirm your hands between your bodies to undo your jeans. And he’s rolling you, your back hitting the berth as he looms over you, wings trembling as he keeps trying to get you out of your clothes with clumsy servos. Growling against your neck when you lift your hips to shove your pants and underwear down. And that slows him down, makes him lift away enough to look down your body, your breath catching. Wondering what he’s thinking. You’re both so different and you still don’t know how this is going to work, if he even has the necessary equipment. But honestly? A servo, anything inside you will work at this point, that need for him a consuming ache.

• Servos skimming down your soft belly, he palms you and shudders as he finds what’s he’s looking for. What he needs. Your hips lift as he runs a servo over your slick flesh and then presses inside, venting raggedly as you rock your hips against his palm when he strokes, feeling that slick, warm flesh gripping his servo as he frees his spike with a relieved growl. Your needy sounds so sweet as he fucks you with a servo, watching you throw your head back. “That’s right,” he groans, optics watching your flushed face, the way you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. “This is mine.”

• That growling dominance crashes over you as that servo curls inside you, stroking and then slips free. Your head lifts, a protest catching in your throat as he shifts over you and you feel something hard, pulsing against your inner thigh, dampening your skin. You want to look, to push up and see if that’s what you hope it is, but he’s moving over you, settling himself between your things and you feel his spike slide against you almost teasingly. Those hungry optics lock with yours as he adjusts himself to press against you. And for a panicked moment you’re afraid it’s too much, but he slowly rocks himself against you, still watching you. Waiting and that lets you relax enough for him to bury himself deep. To feel everything as he fills you.

• His. Hips moving he watches your eyes close, head fall back. As tangled in him as he is in the feel of you under him, because you’re his. Those soft little hands find his wings and hang on when he begins to move faster, the needy sounds you make mingling with the wet sound of your body taking his spike. So much better than his fantasies, you’re warm and willing under him. Moving against him, chasing your own need. Voice breathy as you plead for more, harder, right there. Whimpering his name against his skin, pressing your mouth against him wherever you can reach, his jaw, his neck. Claiming him in return as yours. This can’t be wrong when it feels so right.

• He’s thrusting faster, that spike stroking inside you as your body heats and coils. The feel of his denta against your neck pushing you over the edge. Crying out as he bites down to leave another bruise, another mark of possession. Bucking deep as he drags it out even as you fist his spike. Hips rocking urgently as he sheathes himself and your fingers dig into his seams, feeling heat spilling through you with his release, your heart racing while you try to catch your breath. And his cheek brushes against your sweat slicked one, before he presses his helm to your forehead. Can feel his ragged venting against your skin as he eases himself more firmly against you, mindful of his weight as his spike pulses inside you. It’s the feel of his servos gently brushing your hair from your temple that makes your breath catch, the touch so achingly gentle as you meet his optics. The look on his face is so vulnerable as he stares at you, like you’re something new and wholly unexpected. And you understand that look completely.

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[xenomama]

CW NSFW Ahead

18+ Minors DNI

The DreadNought

word count: 1k

Monsterfucker, CNC, pet-play(?), virginity (loss of), biting, size difference, belly bulge, oral, overstimulation, creampie

The DreadNought, a terrifying humanoid beast with horns and claws and fangs. The villagers feared it above all else, and yet here it was, towering over me, my body tiny and feeble compared to the massive size of it, its long black hair draping down around my head, brushing against my skin.  

It opened its jaws, and I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting it to tear off my head in a single bite. But instead, I felt something wet against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the beasts tongue against my cheek, the pink muscle lapping at my skin. I shivered, the wetness of the beasts saliva cold against my skin, as I whimpered with fear and confusion. I thought the beast would eat me, or kill me at the very least, but instead, it appeared to be... playing with me. 

“mmh...ngghhh...mmmnn” 

It made a sound. Is it trying to talk?  

“mmnn...naaacc...rrrr...” 

Nacr? Is that its name? 

“naa...cc...rooo...mm...naacroomm” 

Nacrom. So that’s what it calls itself. What a pretty name. I wondered where it got it from. As it continued to lick at my skin, I felt its claws move from the side of my head down my side and caress my waist, before gripping my thigh. It squeezed it gently, causing me to squeak and shiver, before it moved its hand up between my thighs to grope at my clothed pussy. I whimpered and tried to squeeze my legs shut, but its hand was too big, and I couldn’t close them completely.  

After a minute of groping at me, it moved its hand upward to pull my shorts down, revealing my wet pussy. It moved its head down, lowering itself towards my core. I trembled as it opened its mouth, its tongue curling out to lick at my wetness, making me yelp. It continued to lick at my core, its nose rubbing against my sensitive bud, making me moan in pleasure. It dipped its tongue inside, the soft, long appendage wriggling inside my tight virgin hole. 

I reached down to grab at its giant curling horns, making the beast growl out as it pulled its tongue out, moving its head upwards towards my chest, pushing my shirt up and biting down on one of my breasts, taking the other in its giant clawed hand. I moaned as it groped and bit and licked at my breasts, making my core even wetter than its tongue had. 

As it continued its ministrations, I felt something warm rubbing against my leg. I looked down to see its massive cock pressed against my leg, already leaking pre-cum as it humped against me. I whimpered when I realized what it wanted. There was no way that thing would fit inside me. The beast reached down and grabbed my legs, spreading them open and revealing my tight sopping hole. I squeezed my eyes shut and started to cry as the huge creature above me pressed its tip against my hole, and started to slowly push in.  

I screamed as it pushed inside, the stretch burning with pain as the beast tried to fit itself inside me. I felt its long messy hair brush my skin as it lowered its head and started to lick at my breasts once again, the pleasure from its soft cold tongue easing the pain as it continued to push further inside, stretching my hole to fit its massive cock, until finally it bottomed out inside me. It stayed still for a moment, as if allowing me to adjust to its size, before it started to move, pulling out until just the tip was inside before slamming back in, the head hitting the deepest spot inside me and making me scream with pain and pleasure. It continued to lick and bite at my breasts as it slammed in and out of my hole, molding it to the shape of its cock.  

“Gooood… peeett…” 

It spoke again, but I couldn’t understand it, too lost in the feeling of being fucked for the first time to focus on its deep gravely voice in my ear. After a while, my screams of pain turned to moans of ecstasy, my body now welcoming the enormous intrusion between my legs, begging for it even, as my core suddenly clenched and fluttered around the beast as I reached my first orgasm, my pussy leaking onto the hard stone floor below me. I heard the beast above me grunt as it fucked me through my orgasm, it’s pace never slowing as it continued to ram into my hole, bringing me to another orgasm soon after.  

Now overstimulated and desperate, my eyes rolled back into my head as the beast above me only continued to pound into me, though now, its thrusts were getting sloppy, a sure sign that it was close to its own orgasm. I came for a third time, and as my core squeezed around the beast, I felt its thrusts become harder and deeper, if possible, as my tight fluttering pussy milked its cock, the beast reaching its orgasm soon after my own. I moaned as I felt the hot ropes of its cum fill my womb and pussy, some of it seeping out because of the sheer amount it pumped into me.  

It remained inside for a few moments before pulling out its soft length, its seed dripping out in thick globs as I laid on the stone floor, panting and sweating, my pussy feeling empty after the size of the beast had been pulled out of me. The beast leaned over me, sticking out its tongue to lick at my cheek once again, as I drifted off to sleep, my ears just barely picking up the last thing the beast said.  

“myyyyy...peeeet...” 

[b1mbodoll]

CNC HEESEUNG THOUGHT AHHHH

my mouth starts drooling at the thought of heeseung trying to “force” himself into me

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: cnc / can be read as noncon + creampies + degradation + manipulation + impact play + breeding + babytrapping + dacryphilia + pregnancy + mindbreak + daddy kink + overstimulation + objectification

💌: i blacked out writing this i don’t know what happened :T

“hee!” you cry, sobs wracking your chest as you try to push him away, shoving at his strong chest with your hands. “daddy, stop! don’ want it, please stop.”

heeseung doesn’t bother to stop and tears your panties with ease, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt. despite how you wail and struggle he knows you want this, you want his cock rearranging your insides and it makes him impossibly hard when you act like you don’t.

he presses his lips to yours harshly, teeth against teeth and saliva dripping down your chin making him groan into the kiss. he kisses you until the lack of oxygen makes you slap him across the face, his cheek red and stinging from the pain.

gasping when you realize what you did you look up at your boyfriend, mouth opening and closing while you try to figure out what to say. “daddy, i’m so sorry — ” you trail off, fear making your heart pound in your chest. heeseung’s so angry now, clenching his jaw and staring you down intensely it makes you shudder.

“don’t act all sorry now, little one. i know you jus’ want daddy to fuck you like a dumb whore, isn’t that right? just need my cock fuckin’ a baby into you so you stop acting like a god damn brat, hm?” his tone is sharp, the bite in his voice leaves you with no other choice but to submit to him. “use your big girl words and tell me the truth.”

you’re quick to obey his orders, jutting your bottom lip out as you look at him, vision blurry with unshed tears. “seungie, ‘m so sorry,” you whine. “i didn’t mean to!” his hands grip your sweet face, thumbs wiping away your tears while you struggle to voice your thoughts. “but i don’t want it, daddy. can’t take it today.”

heeseung knows you don’t mean it, but your whiney voice does nothing except make his cock twitch, precum dribbling from his slit and seeping through his pants.

he wastes no time stripping, ridding himself of his clothes before lining the tip of his cock with your drooling cunt, coating his length in your juices because although he’s completely disregarding your wishes he doesn’t want to rough you up too much. “you’re such a little bitch.” he taunts, gritting his teeth as your tight walls accomodate to his cock and squeeze him just right, wet pussy squelching loudly when he bottoms out.

“be fucking quiet,” he pulls out til just his cockhead is inside, watching your hole clench around him. “just fucking take it, ‘s all you’re good for anyway.” you can’t bring yourself to reply properly when he bullies into your heat, your mouth falling open as he fucks you stupid.

your tummy feels so full, making you gasp every time his tip presses painful kisses to your cervix, sometimes even threatening to fuck into your little womb when he manipulates your body in a way that allows him to reach deeper. heeseung is completely drunk off the feeling of fucking you raw, feeling even more sensitive than usual as his bare cock drags against your inner walls, your pussy trying to milk him of his thick cum with each squeeze.

maybe he’d truly believe you didn’t want him to breed you if you weren’t moaning like a slutty little pornstar and if he couldn’t feel the way you suck him in, your hole welcoming the feeling of him battering your pussy and rearranging your insides.

“you didn’t want it huh?” you can hear the smirk on his face, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath and get used to how hard he fucks into you, “then why’s your nasty little cunt tightening up around me? it’s leakin’ so much too, ‘s cus you’re a fuckin’ slut, right?” he taunts, slapping your ass before continuining. “so stupid for dick you let me do this, fuck — ” he hisses, “still take it like a champ even after whining about it like a crybaby.”

his degrading words make you keen, pussy creaming around his cock and he fucks you through it, “holy shit, i’m gonna knock you up, slut.” his words are slurred and his mind hazy, struggling to keep his pace. “need to breed you, gotta let everyone know you belong to me.”

“no heeseung stop! i’m serious!” you put up a fight, squirming and twisting beneath him but it’s no use, body betraying you as exhaustion creeps up, making you go limp and take what he chooses to give you.

your voice is raspy and your scratchy throat has you wincing when you speak, “please, don’t cum inside.” despite your protests, the grip your pussy has on his cock is intense and heeseung grunts one last time before he’s spurting hot ropes of sticky cum directly into your womb, piercing your cervix in the process.

overstimulation pricks your nerves and the feeling of his cum flooding your insides causes you to sob, shaking as heeseung continues to violate your sore cunt. he doesn’t care whether or not you feel good from this, selfishly using you to chase his release over and over until he’s shooting blanks and sure you’re carrying his baby, stuffing his fingers in your cunt after pulling out.

“sorry baby,” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple when you jolt. “don’t wanna waste it, right? we gotta make sure it takes.”

you nod at his words without bothering to process what he’s saying, too fucked out to care about getting pregnant. after all, you wanted it, right?

[anantaru]

DAY 19 — EDGING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — zhongli, xiao, ayato

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, edging & orgasm denial, nipple play, praise kink, oral (male! receiving), petnames used: good girl & baby, dom/sub dynamics

𖧡 — ZHONGLI

patience and thoroughness, two cardinal commodities that zhongli had, without fail, used as a well fortified hold in an abundance of undertakings in his long life.

keen to obey, you immediately open your arms for him, afterwards wrapping them around his head as zhongli's warm lips patiently ghost over your chest before hovering his tongue to study the shape of your beautiful breasts, his teeth lightly taking notes of the pulsing perception on your erected nipples before concealing them with his mouth.

although in spite of that, your momentary flash of excitement to experience some sort of pleasure had soon fled a few breaths later, when zhongli abruptly pulled his mouth off your chest, licking at his wet lips before drawing himself back to brush gentle kisses all over the wet splotches on your skin— and at the start, you believed that there wasn't anything ulterior going on and that zhongli wouldn't make you suffer in such ways, yet, thinking back at it now, on how gullible you were to believe that truly only amplified the paining pleasure and yearning in you more.

soon enough, he showed you the fruits of his ministrations when you're writhing underneath his warm figure— your thighs plastered with an abundance of your arousal sticking and soiling the linen beneath you with his seedy cock messy and oozing of pre.

"you trust me, don't you?" he whispers over your lips as your hearts thud in sync with your chests pressed together, a mirage of heavy pants and whiny hiccups gradually inhaled by each other as his erection slips and prances through your quivering pussy, easing his tip as deep as it could go in as you squeeze around his girth.

"of- of course," you mewl back weakly, "but please— just once, baby, just once," and you haven't been this sensitive in ages it's almost embarrassing, harboring the weight of his well above average length swelling around the margins of your ribbed walls stole all sense of self control inside you.

but zhongli, oh how much he was enjoying this, stills his hips once again, robbing you of yet another orgasm as his hand slowly looms over to cup your cheek before exploring your face— unhurriedly tracing over to your puckered up lips, silently brushing against your brow, noticing the immediate love and how you practically melt into his palm.

fuck, you're so beautiful when you're frustrated, that much he was clear on, there was nothing more bewitching then your naked frame quivering and yearning to climax, or when you suddenly begged him for it, even when he repeatedly tells you to be patient, his cock remained crowded inside and pulsing against your creamy walls as he taps one finger above your mouth.

unhesitating, your jaw falls open to welcome two long, slender fingers slipping into the swelling of your warmth, letting zhongli's digits spread over and rub across your tongue before pressing down— for some reason, the way zhongli was watching you eagerly through golden eyes, admiring you and focusing on your face, was a bigger turn on than you originally expected and there's a fetching, delicious burn buzzing over your lower region as his girth moves again, harshly thrusting back to pick up on where he left off.

undoubtedly, he'll take his precious time to examine the rest of you— after all, rushed studies breed lousy results— and morax wanted to inspect you entirely, almost possessively, so he'd always know which buttons he had to push on you.

𖧡 — XIAO

"i know baby, i know," you coo out before hitching your hands into the sides on xiao's hips while perfectly slotted in between his thighs, mocking the very sentence he always seemed to mutter whenever it was him who was pleasuring you that night.

while now, it's a certainly contrasting picture when you slurp up his creamy cum that splattered all over your tongue and lips, cheeks and chin, drinking it up before spilling a little on top of his shaft, eagerly smearing the mixture of spit and seed on top of his semi erect cock before palming his balls, practically starving with his pants remaining bunched up around his ankles.

you just love having him deep inside your mouth, rob an orgasm off him before giving him one to salivate on, his length throbbing and thudding over your pink muscle while you're fluttering your lashes up at xiao, so you could watch how he was silently succumbing into nothing but your warmness engulfing his most sensitive part and your throat feeling like a soft wet vice, showing no signs of gagging when you let him slowly thrust into it.

you begin to curl your hand over his balls before applying a gentle pressure that made him jolt up from his chair, his breath quickening as he hardens entirely under your tongue— xiao couldn't figure out if you're going to allow him to cum again or if you're going to rob him, edge him on and delay his delicious, although slightly painful orgasm from how unbelievably reactive and sensitive he had gotten all because of you having a little too much fun tonight.

"don't—," he grunts, his sweaty chest glowing under the dimly rid room as he watches how you're tilting your head, his cock head squished into your cheeks so he'd see the silhouette of it, "i'm so close.. ’so close,"

it's too much sensation at once thrown at him, but xiao braces himself, each hand resting into the arm chair before digging his nails into the leather, because in truth, he doesn't want this to end and hoped he'd ve able to survive your unforgiving pace.

you lift your eyes back up at him and his flustered expression prances above you like the sweetest eye candy, a moan uttering from your lips as it quivers over his shaft until reaching his base— soon after, xiao cums again, much faster and sooner, his cum warm, thick and heavy inside your mouth as he turns in his chair just slightly, shivering all over and looking down at the mess in between his thighs where he met your hungry gaze instantly, your tongue leisurely trailing over his tip like you haven't coaxed out yet another orgasm out of the man— the mere sight of you sinful, your chin plastered all over with his salty whites and your tongue dripping of it.

but it's still not enough, xiao fears, not when he feels you palm his shaft again.

𖧡 — AYATO

despite ayato's long-lasting pursuit of bringing you to the edge enough times that you had honestly lost count, the satisfaction in his voice, brushed together with small praises consisting of, "you're such a good girl to me," and "you always handle me so well," only made you crave it more, crave him more, whilst being tied down by your wrists hovering above your head, a small cloth tightly attaching you to the headboard.

all too soon, you notice that ayato's restless thrusts and fondles with your body turned all the more sloppy in their ministrations— the soft, insistent brush of his slender fingers sliding over your erected nipples drawing an overflow of convulses on your fluttering pussy before he moves his restless cock again, collapsing his entire weight into your frame while you're too sensitive to even voice anything, your heart hammering fast and blenching over your ears as your legs shut around his hips, the weight of his cock nestled hard inside your slickness.

more than the absent sounds of your needs— despite a couple broken hitches and pitchy begs, ayato continued to thrust into your spongy walls, letting transparent desire become visible in his glimmering gaze as he raises your hips up by himself, so he could easily lunge you back and forth, back and forth, with a deep strike of both pleasure and pain clustering your overflowing keenness, his cock head repeatedly touching the ache that coiled around your sweet spots, sharpening the edge of your orgasm

and yet, ayato ponders, the thought of gripping your hips as you took him so perfectly, the desperate sounds you would exhale together with the wet smacks of skin on skin resounding over your ears— the taste of your beauty, made the yashiro commissioner shiver fathomlessly, realizing that he could not deny your orgasm for as much as he wanted, or was able to, without also denying his own before he bites down on his tongue in pain, sweat bedding above his brow bone as he drags his seedy cock along the spots of your walls before making you both experience it. 

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[solarsturniolo]

Overstimulated Matt hcs??? Nextrrtr

Overstimulated!Matt Headcanons

Warnings: sexual content / cursing / overstimulation / p in v / no protection / cockwarming / use of ‘mommy’ kink if you squint / sub!matt / safe word

He can normally last a good three or four rounds before he’s empty and has nothing left to give. Five was the most he’s ever done.

He looks so pretty with his head thrown back, jaw slack, back arching to lift off of the mattress.

“F-Fuck please please please p-please, yes j-just like that, o-oh god, please f-fuck please please it feels s-so good.”

He’ll rut his hips up like an animal in heat, he can’t help it, his hips have a mind of their own when he’s blissed out like this. It’s hard to control himself when you make him feel so good.

He’ll watch with hooded eyes, his lips parted and spilling out numerous whimpers and pleas. He admires the way you touch him and please him, how your thumb rubs over his tip with each stroke. He’ll try hard to watch the entire time, it was almost pornographic the way you took care of him, but he would fail each time.

As waves of pleasure flood his body and his mind, he’ll lose the ability to hold himself up. He’ll fall back against the pillows, all of his energy going into thrusting his hips in time with your strokes.

By the time he’s reached his third orgasm he’s a sensitive, whining mess. His abdomen slick with his cum. The tip of his dick painfully red and leaking with his arousal.

“I-I-I c-can’t” he pants, trying to twist his hips away. But he knows his safe word. He knows what to say to make it all stop, but he doesn’t say it. He’s addicted to the feeling.

The pain is short lived, and the pleasure that follows is stronger and more intense than the previous times. He can’t keep his composure, all he can do is pant and whine and beg for you to keep going.

“F-Fuck, it feels s-so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. P-Please, i’m a good boy. I’m s-so good, f-fuck.”

He’ll try so hard to suppress it, but he’ll let a few ‘mommy’s slip out as he feels himself reaching his next orgasm.

His vocabulary diminishes to single worded pleas and a string of vowels falling from his lips as he lays there under your control in pure ecstasy.

By his fourth orgasm, he’s spent. His throat dry and raspy from all of the whining and begging he had previously been doing, he’ll whimper the safe word and look up at you with glassy lustful eyes He’ll let his head fall back onto the pillows and he’ll catch his breath, hiccuping and whimpering softly as his dick throbs and aches.

He’ll blush as you praise him for how well he did. He’ll turn his head slightly to look at you, his eyelids heavy, his cheeks rosy and warm, his hair sticking to his forehead. He’ll muster up a hoarse ‘thank you’ and he’ll let himself relax as you caress him and hold him afterwards.

He’ll lean into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. He’ll leave sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over your shoulders, your collarbone, your neck, your upper chest. He’ll pant heavily. He’ll mumble a quiet “God, I love you,” while his lips brush over your skin.

You’d have to be very gentle with him. He’s very sensitive, any accidental sensation against his dick will have him whimpering and biting at your skin. Some nights he’ll insist on being cockwarmed ‘to help ease the sensitivity’.

Not that you’re one to deny cockwarming him, you just know you’ll end up waking in the morning with a mess inside of you.

He’ll wake up too and pull your body closer to him. ‘Don’t go yet, you’re so warm,’ he’ll whisper. His hands tracing over your body, memorizing every curve and dip with his fingers.

When you finally do decide to get out of bed, Matt will wince as you ease yourself off of him. He’ll watch and lick his lips as his seed drools from your entrance, your thighs already sticky and glistening with a mix of arousal and sweat.

And with that, he’ll admit that “There’s no better way to wake up in the morning.”

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[hurthermore]

»»------► 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗

Warnings: 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

A/N: 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 >.< 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢<𝟹𝟹

Holding on to your stomach, you groaned as cramps infested your womb; a sensation of a blade pressed against the innards of your cervix as your reproductive organs flushed out the monthly ritual of an unfertilized egg. Noticing your struggling, Alastor raised an eyebrow as he sat beside you on the camelback sofa, watching as you crawled yourself into a foetal position, stuffing your face in the warmth his tailcoat suit offered you. “Whatever is the matter, my darling?” He asked you whilst grasping his fingers over the blades of your shoulder.

Mumbling as you whined, your face began to sweat as the pain of your monthly period began to emit an unpleasant heat through you. “Just in pain, love.” You muttered, gripping your fingers into his red suit as the pain continued to persist.

Downcasting his eyes, Alastor forced you to look up at him by squeezing his claws against your jaw. It was obvious to the Radio Demon that you were enduring the hard part of your feminine monthly cycle just by looking at you; he couldn’t prevent how his mind focused on wanting to help you ease out of your pain. But the thought of your blood seeping from your core; and him consuming it in such an intimate way made him harder than he could have anticipated. “Let me assist you, darling.” He whispered before standing up from the seat, only to land on his knees before you.

“You don’t have to-” You tried to stop him. You didn’t entirely know how you felt about it. But you couldn’t deny how hot it made you; imagining your lover pleasing you whilst you went through such a painful event.

“I want to, darling; more than anything.” He basically drooled. And with a snap of his fingers, everything that attired your body vanished, forcing your naked form to be admired by Alastor and Alastor alone.

Groaning from the pool of blood he could see peeking from your core, his hands gripped onto your legs; piercing the tips of his claws into the backs of your thighs before pushing them back, forcing the front of your femurs to press against your now naked breasts as he stared at your blooming red folds; the natural excretion of bright red blood from your womb smothering your core. Alastor couldn’t contain himself as his red drool cascaded down his chin from his ever lasting smile. 

You couldn’t stop your heart rate from pounding like a hammer to a wall as Alastor slowly lowered his face toward the bloody warmth of your cunt; his expression filled with adoration and yearning, as if he was witnessing the most delicious meal before him. Mumbling timidly, you couldn’t believe that Alastor was going to eat you out whilst you bled. The fluster that the situation brought upon you was thrilling; scary, but thrilling.

Letting out a hissed moan, Alastor dragged his tongue from the bottom of your folds towards your clit ever so slowly; you could hear him purring as he swiped up the remains of your blood, and as you moaned out his name, Alastor sunk his tongue slowly into your bleeding core, vibrating his whole body as he seemed almost at the edge of ejaculation just from tasting the pure blood from your intimate area.

The pain from your womb had long gone as Alastor slowly pulled his tongue in and out of your sex, the squelching sounds of your blood and natural lubricate against his salvia reverberated against the walls of the room, your moans almost over taking the noise as you felt an overbearing amount of pleasure just from your lover drinking up everything you had to offer him.

As his tongue fucked itself further into your core, his nose pressed against your clit, and you could feel him taking a deep breath through his nose as it made contact with your throbbing bud; slightly vibrating it as he continued to inhale the smell of your cunt.

Slowly, your orgasm built up as Alastor continued his ministrations, but before he allowed you to reach your peak, he drew away, only to lift himself up before pushing your smeared bloody core against his clothes pelvis, rubbing your blood against his classy suit. As you looked at his face, you could only cover your own as you flustered up; his entire lower facial structure had been smothered in your vaginal blood and lubricate; drops of the liquid glistened as it trickled from his teeth and onto his lips as he continued to smile at you.

“I’m going to fuck all this blood out of you; and only then will you cum, my darling.”

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

[faretheeoscar]

Boyfriend!Miguel on your period

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x FemReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, period sex, little drabble just horny thots.

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected. Also... periods suck.

Miguel would do anything when it comes on helping you when you are on your period. After not a single remedy worked for you all day, pills, massages, herbal tea, you name it....

And of course your handsome, huge boyfriend that loves, adores and worships you; as he by your request had his huge weight and warmth on top of you trying to act as a heating pad kneading his hands on your lower back;volunteered to have sex with you to relieve the pain, even if you were reluctant at first by thinking about the consequences and how messy the whole ordeal might develop in, his reassurance on how he didn’t cared and that he'd buy a new set of sheets or even a whole mattress if he wanted, if having sex even though the bed would probably might looked like a crime scene meant that it would help you feel better.

So that's how you found yourself moaning, reaching for his shoulders and clinging to his warm and soft sunkissed skin, feeling your legs trembling around his waist at the first contact of his length in your inner channel.

“Coño….easy cariño, don’t squeeze me so hard or I won’t be able to help you for long”

Miguel huffed and closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours, trying to resist the urge of searching for his own pleasure as your soft mewls and whines went directly to his cock, that was not even half buried deep inside you, at his fear of hurting you and bringing you more pain that you were already in, was holding him back.

The sweet and slow drag of his bulbous tip against your aching walls providing you the comfort you entailed.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to fuck you slowly and deep, whispering sweet nothings as he sucked at your bottom lip.

“Mi amor, what a sweet thing, you are so beautiful”

His hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them helping you build that knot on your lower belly, his hands found your nipples and started pinching at them, rolling his fingertips softly on them.

“Tell me amor, what do you need? Feels good? Do you want me to go faster? Harder? Tell me what you need mi reina”

Miguel would do anything to ease your pain, he was devoted to you, nothing in the world mattered but you.

“Deeper, Miggy, it helps with the pain”

He nodded in understanding, he withdrew almost completely before easing his cock deeper inside you, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making you moan loudly as he could feel the walls of your cunt gripping him tightly.

“Shock, amor, so wet like this, so tight” Miguel was going crazy at the slow drags of his cock, your arousal mixed with your other body fluids and the slapping of skin on skin producing the most obscene noises that had you babbling incoherent words as he drove you closer and closer to your release, numbing the ache within you.

“There you go princesa, just breathe, let it out, let me take care of you” Miguel made his way back to your face by doing a gentle trail of kisses up from your sternum to your jaw.

One of his hands reached down between your legs, finding a way to your clit, circling it gently matching the circles with the slow and long drags of his throbbing member inside you, making your back arch and cry at the overwhelming sensation that rushed through your body.

“Take what you need from me, you can come whenever you need to, just focus on feeling better”

As your climax hit, your walls spasmed around him as waves of pleasure crashed over you as you came apart, Miguel soon followed you with one final powerful thrust, his hands holding your hips still as he emptied himself deep within you.

“Are you okay hermosa?”

You nodded at him, and with a tender gaze Miguel brushed your cheek to then withdraw slowly out of you, pulling out his softening member, he cradled you in his arms for a second nuzzling against your neck, his breath tickling you softly and making you giggle.

“Let me go get something to clean you up mi vida” He said, propping himself out of bed, but you reached for him before he could fully get up.

“Miggy…if the pain comes back… can we do it again?”

Your cheeks were tinted red from embarrassment and due to your recent activities, as your giant 6'9" boyfriend let out a low chuckle leaning back towards you to kiss your forehead gently.

“All the times you need corazón, all the times you need”

AN: I just need the warmth of Miguel to help me with the cramps 🥺🥺🥺

Needy Miguel is coming soon guys, just needed to get this out of my system! Thanks for all the support!

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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