#my nose is leaking and I keep coughing

[animaybi]

I have the flu, idk if this is funny help

[h4venpha]

⸺ too much ( 18+ )

✦ sylus x reader smut contents: blowjob, dom/sub, size kink, gagging, choking wc: 750 notes: ugh... yk how sylus talks in that slow, calm tone. I LOVEEEE ITT like i can so clearly hear him while writing this out pls do the same. anyway the end was a little sloppy but hey this is my first time writing in months gimme a break

“is this really all you’ve got for me?”

you blink back tears and look up at him, sniffling as you pull off his cock a little. you’re breathing hard through your nose, tears and drool all over your face as sylus looks down at you with his signature bored gaze. even with his dick throbbing in between your wet lips, there’s barely any sign of pleasure on his face. he looks disappointed. and it makes you want to cry.

“poor thing.” sylus hums in a patronizing voice, exhaling as he leans down to brush a stray tear from your cheek. “do you need a break, sweetie? is that it?” you were struggling to breathe from repeatedly choking and sputtering around him. and you never did speak up about needing a breather, always so insistent on trying to prove something to him. as much as he loves the feeling of your tight, warm throat, he’s not a monster. 

you sniffle and shake your head, hands wrapping around the base of his length to keep him from pulling away. “no- i can do it.” you swallow thickly, blinking away your tears and with renounced determination.

 too bad you can’t see the smug look on his face. “suit yourself.” he leans back again, tilting his head and watching with a playful smile.

you give sylus’ leaking tip a small, sticky kiss and watch with half lidded eyes when it twitches. you give him a slow stroke from the base of neatly trimmed white hair to the swollen red tip before parting your lips and sliding the head back into your perfect, warm mouth. you slide your tongue across the underside, breathing deep through your nose.

“mhm.” he hums as he feels the hot drag of your tongue over the curve of his tip. you mouth your way down his thick length, drooling down his dick causing it to gather at your fist wrapped around the base. with your mouth attached to his tip, you give him another stroke, spreading the spit along his length. with a shaky breath, you ease your lips down his cock. 

sylus doesn’t help  other than gently cradling the back of your head, he much rather enjoys watching the way your eyes roll back into your head at the taste of his cock, the way you get so eager and excited, slurping and suckling with enthusiasm. it was all too cute. 

“much better.” sylus breathes steadily, sitting up and curling his other hand under your chin, gently holding you on his length. his thumb brushes soothingly under your jaw as he speaks. “ready? tap me if you need to stop.” with the slight nod of your head, he firmly sinks your head down.

sylus bites back a groan when he feels his tip brush against the back of your throat. “breathe through your nose, kitten.” he says, his voice hoarse.

you swallow on his cock, gagging as you try to control your breathing. but just like he predicted, you’re starting to slobber, causing thick bubbles of spit and precum beginning to collect on his length. even with the slick slide of your lips on his skin, tears brim your eyes once more as you choke and sputter around his length. 

even with all your effort to please him: hands stroking at the base, trying to take him as deep as possible while simultaneously trying not to gag every time you take more than half. it’s just too much. and he knows that. through the haze in your head, you hear sylus sigh deeply. 

“all right, that’s enough, sweetie.” sylus chuckles softly before his dick suddenly eases out of your throat, air immediately rushing into your lungs as you cough. he tilts your head up at him as he looks over the tears and spit on your face. the embarassment and shame on your face is cute too.

“a-already?-”

“yes, already. come here.” sylus coaxes, hooking his hands under your arms and lifting you easily into his lap. even as you pout, your arms wrap around his neck as you sniffle and pant quietly.

“shh shh, calm down.” sylus soothes slowly. “i don’t want you to hurt yourself.” he brushes away your tears with his thumb, looking at you fondly even with a smirk on his face. he wasn’t teasing you, he just couldn’t help how he loved the look on your face after failing to make him cum for the third night in a row.

“let’s try again tomorrow, hm?"

[nosferatuv]

amab sevika making you gag and almost throw up on her dick and making fun of you when you get embarrassed bc of it

cw ! amab sevika. blowjob. emetophobia warning! threats of violence. degradation. this is gross

you were the depiction of filth every time sevika was finished with you. didn't matter the roughness or pace she went at, you would be left ruined and spent by the time she had her fill.

this time was no different. after a shitty day, she dragged you onto the bed and laid you down, your head tilted back off the edge. you looked gross, point blank; spit, tears and snot dribbling down your face and matting in your hair.

sevika was stood above you, one of her hands holding your wrists against your abdomen and the other reaching down to wrap around her thick cock, guiding herself back into your mouth and down your throat.

there was much less resistance from your body now as she fucked your throat raw, slobbering and gagging each time she stuffed your esophagus. she was really testing your limits tonight, not caring about your discomfort if it meant she was able to release the pent up aggression from the demanding chembarons.

you were trying to be good, bless your soul, but you were starting to struggle. your nails dig into your palms as you gag around her again, the force of the action making your body jolt upwards and inevitably take more of her in your mouth.

she easily thrusted in and out, abusing and bruising your airway. you could barely breathe, you were lightheaded from being upside down and yet you don't tap out. you lay there and take it like you know she wants.

your gagging gets more frequent, stomach flexing and tears leaking down your face as her hips continue to slam into you, her pelvis nudging your chin and her balls pressing against your nose forcing you to inhale her scent.

her hand not holding your wrists comes down to your throat as it contracts around her dick, your neck bulging with her imprint. her fingers wrap around your neck, groaning at the sudden tightness.

she watches you start to writhe, your legs kicking a little as you feel a rise in your stomach. sevika knows as well as you do that you're about to throw up, but she debates whether or not to let it happen just to humiliate you further.

"you throw up on my dick, i'll beat your ass."

her voice, no less than a growl, puts the fear of god in you. you swallow as best as you could as she fucks your face, your legs still squirming as you desperately try not to throw up.

sevika tsk's and pulls out, her cock dripping with saliva as it hangs heavy over your face. a flood of spit pours out your mouth as you turn on your side, your now free hand coming up to hold your throat as you cough up.

her gray eyes roll at your dramatics, lazily stroking herself as she watched you struggle. "what'd i tell you, huh?" she huffs, reaching down to nudge your head to rest on the bed, your sticky skin leaving a mess on the sheets.

her knee sinks into the mattress beside your head, bringing her cock down to slap against your cheek before her hips start to draw back and forth, using your face as friction. "you're pathetic, you know that?"

you whimper at the taunt as she rubs against your face, pre-cum leaking from the slit of her dick and dribbling down the side of your face, seeping between your swollen lips.

"then you throw up on me— fuckin' disgusting."

she cuts herself off with a grunt, fucking her cock between the plush of your cheek and the palm of her hand. you were caked in your own fluids, feeling nasty and used just how she wanted.

her other hand keeps your head down against the mattress, her fingers tangling in your hair as she gets closer to cuming. "shit... keep still 'n i'll go easy on you."

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[novaursa]

Where Banners Fall

- Summary: After your fall at Rook’s Rest, Gwayne takes you to safety and some hidden things come to light.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Gwayne Hightower

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is Rhaenyra's sister and bonded with Silverwing. This part continues just after The Flames We Carry. For all parts done in chronological order visit my blog, the list is pinned to the top.

-Rating: Mild 13+

- Word count: 3 320

- A/N: Yeah, this one was not ment to come out today either, but you all liked the last part very much, so, here is the continuation of it. Enjoy! ❤️

- Tag(s): @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @sachaa-ff

The moon casts its pale light through the dense trees, illuminating the night in a silvery glow. The wind is cold, biting through layers of bloodied cloth, as Gwayne Hightower clutches the reins with one hand and his side with the other. His breath comes ragged, each inhalation a struggle as the gash Cole delivered sends jolts of fire down his side. But none of it matters, not when your life is in his hands. 

You lie slumped against his chest, your skin far too pale, and your breaths shallow, rattling with a sound that tears at his heart. Blood streaks your face, staining your lips, a crimson trail leaking from your nose. The fall from Silverwing... gods, he can still hear the roar of dragons and the sickening crunch of bones as you hit the ground. He couldn't—wouldn’t—leave you there, even if it meant betraying everything he'd ever known.

He halts the horse in the shadow of a large oak tree and dismounts with a groan, one arm wrapped protectively around his wounded side. The pain lances through him, nearly buckling his legs, but he grits his teeth and turns to you, his gaze softening despite the turmoil raging within.

"Y/N," he whispers, barely able to speak your name without his voice cracking. Carefully, he lifts you from the saddle, feeling your weight crumple against him, your head lolling against his shoulder. His fingers tremble as he lays you down gently on the mossy ground. You are so still, too still. 

He kneels beside you, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. "Open your eyes. Just... look at me, Y/N." His voice is hoarse, almost pleading. His hands, stained with blood—your blood, his blood—ghost over your cheeks, checking for any signs of life. 

Your eyelids flutter, and a soft moan escapes your lips, causing his heart to lurch with both relief and anguish. "Gwayne?" you murmur, your voice barely more than a whisper. Each word seems to sap what little strength you have left.

"I'm here. I won’t leave you, I promise," he assures you, his voice steady though it takes everything in him to keep it that way. He cups your face in his hand, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "You're safe now."

Tears prick his eyes as he sees the pain etched across your features. It’s a stark reminder that you’re not just his princess, the sister of Rhaenyra, daughter of Viserys—you’re the woman who’s owned his heart for years, even if it was a tragic love and often denied.

"You shouldn’t have come back for me," you rasp, your breath hitching in pain. "They’ll kill you…"

"Let them," Gwayne says with a fierce intensity, voice raw with emotion. "If it meant keeping you alive, I’d suffer any fate they decide." He swallows, lowering his head so his forehead rests against yours. "But I couldn’t let you die back there. Not you."

Your eyes fill with tears, but your smile is faint and tinged with regret. "Foolish knight. Always so stubborn."

He chuckles softly, though the sound is strained. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I’ve finally done something right, if it means keeping you with me just a little longer."

You cough weakly, and the sound sends a fresh surge of panic through him. Blood dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and his heart twists at the sight. Desperation claws at him, urging him to do something, anything to ease your suffering, but he knows there’s little he can do out here in the wilderness with no healer, no herbs, nothing but his own two hands.

"I need to make camp," he says gently, brushing his thumb across your cheek one last time before he stands. "We’ll rest here. I’ll tend to you as best I can."

You try to protest, your voice faint. "You’re injured too… I can see the blood. You’ll bleed out if you—"

"Shh." His tone is soft but firm, silencing your concern. "You’re more important to me than any wound I bear." 

He gathers what little strength he has left and begins preparing a makeshift camp, struggling to keep his movements swift despite the burning pain in his side. He lights a small fire, the flickering flames casting shadows over your pale features. Every time he glances at you, his chest tightens with fear that he’ll lose you before the dawn.

Finally, when he’s done, he returns to your side, wrapping his cloak around your trembling form. He cradles you gently in his lap, pressing you close to share what warmth he can offer.

You turn your head weakly to look at him, tears brimming in your eyes. "Gwayne… if I don’t—"

"No," he interrupts, his voice sharp, as if the very idea of you leaving him is unbearable. "You’ll live, Y/N. We’ve both been through too much for it to end here."

There’s a long silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the distant sound of night creatures. You rest your head against his chest, finding comfort in the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the layers of armor and cloth. Despite everything, the world seems a little less terrifying with him holding you like this.

"Thank you," you murmur softly, your fingers curling weakly against his tunic. "For saving me… for staying."

"Always," he whispers, tightening his hold on you, as if afraid you’ll slip away. "For you, I would defy the world."

His words are heavy with truth. He betrayed Cole, risked everything—his loyalty, his honor, his House—because nothing mattered more than you. As he watches your eyelids grow heavy with exhaustion, he swears to himself that he’ll see you through this, no matter the cost.

The night wears on, and as the fire crackles and the stars glimmer overhead, he keeps vigil, his thoughts solely on you. In the stillness of the night, there is only the two of you, bound by fate, by the shared loss and love that lingers unspoken between every touch, every look.

And as sleep finally claims you, Gwayne brushes a tender kiss to your brow, whispering the words he’s held back for far too long.

"I love you, Y/N."

The admission hangs in the air, soft and fragile like a promise yet to be fulfilled. But as the night deepens, with you in his arms and the world beyond fading into the distance, it is a vow he clings to with all his heart.

The first rays of dawn filter through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled patterns of golden light over your face. The chill of the night still lingers in the air, but warmth gradually spreads as the sun climbs higher. Gwayne Hightower stirs awake, the dull ache in his side reminding him of the wound that still bleeds sluggishly beneath layers of makeshift bandages. But the pain is forgotten the moment he notices your chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. You’re alive. You’re breathing.

For a fleeting moment, all his worries and fears dissolve as he watches you. Your skin is still too pale, your breathing shallow, but your lips are no longer tinged with the blue pallor of death. When your eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first, he releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“Gwayne?” Your voice is soft, laced with confusion and pain, but it’s enough to make his heart soar.

“I’m here.” He shifts closer, gently brushing his hand over your forehead, smoothing away a few stray strands of hair. His touch is tender, reassuring, but there’s an edge of desperation to it, as if touching you is the only way he can convince himself you’re still with him. “You’re safe.”

You close your eyes briefly, a tear slipping down your cheek as you whisper, “Silverwing… she’s gone, isn’t she?”

Gwayne’s throat tightens, and he struggles to find the words. He knows how deep the bond is between a rider and their dragon, knows how it must feel like losing a piece of your soul. “She saved you, Y/N. She fought until the very end to protect you.”

A sob escapes your lips, but it’s weak, more of a trembling breath than anything. You turn your face into his chest, seeking solace in his embrace. “She was everything to me. I felt her… I felt her fear when they descended on us. She tried, Gwayne… she tried so hard.”

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you grieve. “I know,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “She was brave, just like you.”

For a long moment, he just holds you, letting the silence settle between you, broken only by the faint sounds of the waking forest. His thoughts, however, race. He knows they can’t stay here. His nephews’ banners surround them from every side, and it’s only a matter of time before scouts or patrols find them. He can’t risk it, not with you in this condition.

“We need to get you to Dragonstone,” he finally says, his voice low but determined. “To Rhaenyra. She’ll know how to keep you safe.”

You nod faintly against his chest, but your eyes are distant, as if lost in some faraway memory. “Dragonstone… where our son is.”

The words come so softly that at first, Gwayne thinks he’s misheard. His heart stutters, the blood draining from his face as he pulls back slightly to look at you. “What did you say?”

You blink slowly, your eyes glazed with exhaustion and pain, but there’s a haunted look in them now. “Our son… I can’t… I can’t lose him too.”

The world tilts beneath Gwayne’s feet. He stares at you, trying to make sense of what you’ve just said. “Y/N… what do you mean, our son?”

You swallow, the effort seeming to drain you. “He’s ours, Gwayne. He… he was born after… after everything. After Daemon took me.”

His chest tightens, shock mingling with something deeper, more painful. He had always known you were taken by Daemon, given to him as part of the political machinations he could never fully understand years ago. It was a decision that had shattered him at the time, but hearing this now—knowing you bore his child in secret—rips at old wounds, laying them bare.

“A son…” The words are a whisper, disbelief and awe warring in his voice. “You kept him hidden from me?”

Tears brim in your eyes again, your voice breaking. “I had no choice. Daemon… he knew the child wasn’t his. He claimed him, raised him as his own, but he’s ours, Gwayne. He’s our flesh and blood.”

Gwayne’s heart pounds in his chest, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within him—anger, sorrow, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of loss. “All this time… I never knew.”

“I wanted to tell you, but it was too dangerous,” you confess, your voice trembling. “I thought… I thought it was better if you didn’t know. To keep you safe from Daemon’s wrath.”

Gwayne’s world narrows to this moment, to the truth of a child he never knew he had, one who’s been raised by a man who has always been his rival in more ways than one. The thought of Daemon laying claim to something so precious to him—it ignites a rage deep in his chest, but it’s tempered by the sheer anguish on your face.

He tightens his grip on you, pulling you into him as if holding you closer will somehow mend the broken pieces of the life you might have had together. “We’ll get him back,” he vows, voice low and fierce. “You and I—we’ll go to Dragonstone. To your sister. To our son. I won’t let Daemon keep what’s ours.” 

The thought makes his blood run cold, but for you, he’d face even that man.

You look up at him, your gaze searching his, and for a moment, you’re not the princess caught in the bloody web of war and dragons—you’re just a woman looking at the man you love, hoping against hope that he can keep the promise he’s just made. “I’ve missed him so much,” you whisper. “And I’ve missed you.”

Gwayne’s breath hitches, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, he allows himself to hold you as if you’re the only thing that matters. “I’m here now,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there. “And I’m not going anywhere without you. We’ll get through this.”

The resolve in his words steadies the both of you. There’s a long road ahead, fraught with dangers and uncertainties, but he knows with unwavering certainty that he won’t let anything tear you away from him again—not the war, not his family’s betrayal, and not even Daemon’s machinations.

You’ve lost so much—your dragon, your freedom, your soul—but in this moment, you find a glimmer of hope in the man who’s risked everything for you. And as the morning sun rises, casting light on the uncertain path ahead, you cling to that hope, knowing that Gwayne will do whatever it takes to bring you home—to your sister, to your son, and to the life you both deserve.

Together, you’ll reclaim what’s been taken. And together, you’ll face whatever comes next.

The rhythmic pounding of hooves on uneven ground fills the tense silence between you and Gwayne as he guides the horse deeper into the wilderness. Morning light filters through the trees in shifting patterns, but it does little to ease the weight pressing on Gwayne’s chest. His mind churns, cycling through the revelation you just laid bare—a son. His son. Every heartbeat seems to echo with the implications, each thump a reminder of the child who was taken from him, raised by a man Gwayne both loathes and fears.

He clenches the reins tighter, trying to steady his thoughts as they race uncontrollably. A son. His thoughts circle back to it, gnawing at him like an itch he can’t scratch. What is the boy like? What does he look like? The questions burn in his throat, but the uncertainty of what comes next gnaws at him even more. Daemon, he thinks bitterly, the name sour on his tongue. The prince’s shadow looms over everything now, twisting this newfound truth into something almost unbearable.

But he can’t afford to let his emotions take control. Not now. You’re still weak, clinging to consciousness by a thread. The ride is perilous, the terrain rough, and every jolt of the horse draws a faint whimper from your lips. Each sound slices through him like a blade, a reminder that you’re slipping further away with every mile. His instinct is to press forward, to ride hard and fast to the nearest settlement that might offer help, but every harsh movement risks worsening your condition.

He takes a deep breath and glances down at you, leaning back against his chest, your eyes half-lidded in a haze of pain. "Y/N," he calls gently, hoping to draw you back to him, even if only for a few moments. "Stay with me. I need you to stay with me."

You stir slightly, your eyelids fluttering as you try to focus. Your breaths are labored, each one a struggle, but the sound of his voice seems to anchor you in the present.

"I’m here," you whisper, though your voice is faint and distant, almost as if you’re speaking from another world. "Just… so tired."

Gwayne swallows the lump in his throat, trying to push through the fear gnawing at him. He needs answers, needs to understand what you’ve been through, what he’s been through, if he’s going to piece together a plan that might save you both. "You spoke of our son… before," he says carefully, his voice low, as if afraid to disturb the fragile balance of reality. "Tell me about him, Y/N. I need to know."

Your gaze drifts upward, unfocused, as if you’re looking at something beyond his reach. A faint smile tugs at your lips, though it’s tinged with sadness. "He’s beautiful," you murmur, voice trembling with emotion. "He has your eyes… that same spark. But he’s stubborn, too. So stubborn, just like his father."

Gwayne’s heart clenches at the thought. He can almost see it—an image of a child with your grace and his determination, laughing with that carefree joy only children possess. But there’s a shadow over the image, a darkness that steals the warmth from it.

"He doesn’t know who I am, does he?" Gwayne asks, though he already suspects the answer.

You shake your head weakly, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "He thinks… he thinks Daemon is his father. That’s all he’s known." Your voice wavers, cracking under the weight of the truth. "It was the only way to keep him safe. The only way to protect him while the world tore itself apart."

Gwayne’s jaw tightens, a surge of anger rushing through him, not at you but at the situation, at the cruelty of a world that forced such a choice upon you. "Daemon," he says bitterly, the name dripping with resentment. "He took everything from me. He even took him—our son—and you."

You turn your head slightly, struggling to focus on him, your expression full of regret. "He did it to protect him, Gwayne. As much as I hate it, I can’t deny that. In a world like this, with war tearing us all apart, who else could raise him? Who else could keep him alive?"

Gwayne’s throat tightens, the fury and sorrow tangling together in a knot that’s hard to unravel. He wants to argue, to curse Daemon’s name, but deep down, a small part of him knows you’re right. That’s what stings the most. Daemon was the one with power, the one who could shield the child from the dangers that lurked on all sides, even if it meant poisoning the boy’s mind against the truth of who he really is.

But he’s not ready to accept it. Not yet. Not when there’s still a chance to change things, to reclaim what’s his.

"I’ll find a way," he vows, more to himself than to you. "I’ll get him back, Y/N. I’ll make sure he knows who his true father is."

You smile weakly, though your eyes are growing heavier, the strain of staying conscious taking its toll. "You always were driven, my love," you murmur, voice fading. "Just… don’t lose yourself in anger. Our son deserves better than that."

Before he can respond, your eyes close again, and your body goes limp against him. Panic seizes him for a moment, but he quickly checks your pulse, relieved to feel the faint but steady beat beneath your skin. You’re slipping back into delirium, but you’re still alive. That’s all that matters now.

He looks ahead, squinting at the road as he spots the faint outlines of a small village in the distance—a neutral settlement, one of the few places where banners don’t fly for either side. It’s a place to rest, to gather supplies, and perhaps even to find someone who can tend to your wounds. But it’s not without risk. Enemies could be lurking anywhere, and he knows he can’t let his guard down.

As he rides toward the village, Gwayne’s thoughts swirl with plans and possibilities. He needs to get you to Dragonstone, needs to confront the truths that have been hidden for so long. But more than that, he needs to find a way to reunite with the son he never knew, the son who now lies in Daemon’s grasp.

And as the horse plods steadily forward, the determination in his heart hardens into something unbreakable. He will see this through, no matter what it costs. Because even in the face of betrayal, war, and loss, there’s something worth fighting for—a future that’s still within reach.

And he won’t let anyone—not even Daemon—take that from him.

[jesuistrestriste]

art wanting to be throat trained so he can perfectly stuck ur strapppp

he’s laid down w his head on ur lap

ur forcing a longer, thinner dildo down his throat to try and reverse his gag reflex a bit

he’s crying, turning his head and kicking his legs when u finally get the dildo deep enough for ur liking

he has to ask for a break bc he’s gagging sm!!!

oh my god yea..

throat training him would be an absolute dream. like he wants to do it so badly because he wants to be able to eventually take your strap fully down his throat, but the actual process of getting to that point is so messy and naughty:/

you have the harness on, art’s cheek against your inner thigh while he sits on the ground between your open legs. his hands have to stay behind his back, that was rule number one. rule number two: he can only move his right hand to tap your knee when he needs to breathe. and rule three is ‘no gagging’; that one seemed like a given.

but it was also easier said than done.

you grab a soft handful of his hair and ease his open mouth onto the tip of the dildo, then sliding your touch to the back of his neck to help guide him to take it deeper into his throat. his shoulders hitch and he chokes for a moment before he swallows and then looks up at you through his lashes

“mmngh,” he hums, his hands fidgeting behind his back from a lack of anything to hold onto. he wants to hold your thighs or your hand or even the plush carpet underneath him.

you smirk and stroke his upper back, “you can take more, baby.”

he wants to make you proud, so he tries. he does.

but two more inches slide down and disappear past his lips before his eyes are rolling back and his cheeks puff up with a muffled gag. he swallows again, trying to calm the urge to tap your leg, but he gags again. harder this time, and then he’s drooling around the strap buried in his mouth.

you chuckle and push your hips up, keeping the toy in his throat for longer, and you watch as his eyelids flutter and then tears fill his vision. he blinks, and the wetness rolls down.

“doin’ so good, Art… so much better than last time,” you coo, nodding, “hold it...”

he moans around the silicone, arousal pooling in his boxers, and then he coughs and gags again. spit drips from his bottom lip and over his chin. you pet his hair.

another lift of your hips, and then the tip of his nose is almost touching your lower abdomen. he’s taking all of it.

but that does it for him, and suddenly he realizes he can’t take in enough air. he swallows around the intrusion, before he coughs and trembles, and then he reaches his hand up in anticipation of needing to stop.

he doesn’t quite give you the signal though, wanting to hold out. he can tell how much you love this. it’s making him leak.

“ah,” you hum, “hold it, babe... just a little longer.. that’s it.. hollllddd it..”

he whimpers and blinks up at you before you smile and then nod.

that’s all the approval he needs from you to know that he’s done a good enough job. art pulls himself off of the toy with a sharp moan and then coughs harshly as strings of his saliva stick to his lips and break their connection with the strap as they dribble to the floor.

“fucking hell, baby, that was so good.. good job,” you praise him, and he shudders.

“can i touch now?” he asks, licking over his bottom lip.

“yeah, you can touch.”

his hand is shoving its way down into the front of his boxers immediately, and he almost topples forward into you as he starts to jerk himself off. only takes less than a minute for him to finish all over his own fingers; thoughts of your fake cock wrecking his mind. he sobs the whole way through.

“good boy,” you breathe out, watching him shake. his eyes are unfocused and lidded. he looks like a complete slut. a mess. he’s perfect.

“maybe tomorrow we can try face-fucking.”

—

i wrote smth abt strap sucking w art in the past if u want more <3

[bsdawgz]

EASY DOES IT ... port mafia: ryūnosuke akutagawa

a/n: i keep writing drabbles of aku jorking it... i like speed wrote this so forgive errors plz

genre: MDNI this is smut. gn!reader, pillow humping, aku has a bit of a corruption kink (he doesn't know it yet). i wrote this in mind with aku being relatively new to sex. my hc is aku is the kind of guy who feels sexual shame or at least gets a bit embarrassed about it... he's new to it aight

summary: he jorks it part 2 >>> if u wanna read him jork it part1..

He'd never admit it– never, not in a million years. But Akutagawa is clingy, ever so attached to you, and since you started dating, he can't seem to get enough of you. Tonight, without you warming his bed, he's just so restless.

Your pillow is between his pale thighs, the blanket that smells faintly of your lavender shampoo gently pressed to his nose. It's a little perverted, he'll admit, but he can't help it– he just misses you so much. Why'd you have to work so late tonight? Don't you know how cold his body gets when you're not around?

Really, his hips move on their own. It's shallow thrusts at first as he molds himself against your pillow, as he lets it take your shape. With his eyes shut, it might as well be you there with how soft it feels against his body; and now, he's warming up all over, heat stirring in the pit of his belly and traveling up the tips of his ears. His fingers clutch the blanket closer, and he inhales a little deeper, chasing after your scent, reminiscing about the last time you were tangled in these sheets with him– the quiet cries you made with every grind of your hips, the flushing indents in your skin as he sunk his nails into your soft thighs. You always kiss him like he's everything, throw your arms around his back and trace 'I love you's' into his spine when you cum. He can always count on your cheeks to be stained with tears when you're finished–

You make him feel so treasured, so cared for, the gentle way you make love to him.

–but god, does he want to ruin you sometimes.

How embarrassing.

Now, he lets out a strangled noise, one that comes from the back of his throat, coughs as he pulls his boxers down to the top of his thighs. His face is hot, heart beating fast in his chest as he stares down at the fleshy pink tip that's already leaking with precum. He can't help it; tonight, he feels needier than ever.

He shuts his eyes and scoffs.

Then, reaching for himself, he smears the precum over the sensitive tip, shuddering at the way it sends it a pulse throughout his whole body and makes his hips lurch forward. It feels too good to stop– when it comes to you, it's always just too good to stop. Gathering the blankets at the edge of the bed, he lets his mind roam; he lets them wander a little farther than he feels he maybe should.

His thoughts are filled with images of you and all the ways he'd like to have you– the soft plush of your ass and how pretty you'd look on your knees, splayed out underneath him with his fingers buried bruisingly in your flesh; how good it felt last time to hear your tiny moans turn to whines and choked-out sobs of 'yes, yes, yes,' and that sickeningly sweet feeling that stirred inside him when he realized he'd been just a little too rough with you. And it's not long until he's rutting into the pillow like he's possessed, selfish and unyielding, fucking it like he's fucking you instead–

–but of course, he can't let his precious angel know this is who he really is. That this is what he might mean when he says he wants to give you his all.

Then, your tiny comes as an echo from the kitchen, small and sweet, so unaware and innocent; you're earlier than expected.

"Ryū? I'm home."

–And before he knows it, he's made a complete mess of himself.

© BSDAWGZ Please don’t steal or reblog! That’s plagiarism! If you enjoyed the fic, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊ Beautiful dividers by @ v6que!

[lesbikaiser]

lkahgilf heyyyy, was wondering if you could write smth kinda freaky with shidou and a trans guy reader ? its ok if not !! praise kink would be nice :) but also feel free to like go wild with it idk i just need more trans rep in bllk fics

it's boypussy thursday are you boypussying 🫵🏻

im still recovering from my last shidou post so im sorry if this is too short :( also i took so long to post it omg but i hope you like it just as much as ive enjoyed writing ><

first time im giving a pussy pronouns and it's he/him im so happy omg!

IN MY HEAD shidou would be delighted if he ever found out about the term 'boypussy' and would overuse it and be like dead serious about it

fem aligned people and cis guys please dni >< transboys and nbs born with a pussy you're welcome!

it's late. late as in a few hours past midnight late. the tiny rocks on the sidewalk you find yourself kneeling on slightly hurt your covered knees, the jeans of your pants doing little to protect your skin from the harsh ground – however, you can't really mind it when the feeling of shidou's dick stretching your throat fills up your senses.

the street is deserted, not a single soul there besides you and your boyfriend and you're grateful for that, because he's shamelessly moaning the loudest he can, the sounds echoing through the darkness and his skin glowing under the poor lighting the lampposts provide.

there are tears pooling in your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose, spit running down your chin and staining your loose shirt when he starts to move his hips, one of his hands resting on your nape as the other digs on your shoulder blade to keep you right where you're.

"such a dirty boy, ain't ya?" he teases, though you know when coming from him, it's most likely to be a praise. "sucking my dick out here, where anyone could see."

you can't stop a whimper from vibrating through his shaft, your tongue rubbing against his slit to savor the taste of his pre-cum, your eyes trained on his not missing when his lips part slightly and he throws his head back, yet another needy moan gracing your ears. you can see the beads of sweat dripping down his neck and disappearing on his collar, he looks so hot like this it makes your inner thighs slippery with arousal, your heavy jeans gluing to them as well as your underwear to your core.

your hands hold onto his toned thighs as he keeps face-fucking you, barely taking his dick out of your mouth before thrusting back, hitting the back of your throat and forcing you to swallow more and more of him, gagging sounds strangled in your chest as you let him use you as he pleases. you know he's close, the feeling of his pulsating veins rubbing against your tongue and the inside of your cheeks giving it away, his thrusts growing more erratic and his pace getting lazy, his teeth sinking on his lower lip when he feels you sucking harder, eager to have his cum filling your mouth.

"–ah, doing so well f'me, such a pretty fuckin' boy with his mouth full of my cock, gonna cum so hard for you– take it like a good boy, yeah?" he's babbling at this point, a whine getting caught on his chest when he feels you cupping his heavy balls, massaging them softly and urging him to come, and so he does.

the hand on your nape keeps you there when he shoves his pelvis onto your face, pubes touching your nose as long, thick ropes of cum spill from his slit, you can barely taste it as you try to swallow everything, some inevitably leaking from the corner of your lips. when he pulls away, you're a mess, spit and cum running down your chin, cheeks stained by dried tears and swollen lips slightly parted as you pant, coughing a little and wincing at the soreness of your throat, your voice surely raspy.

shidou is panting almost as much as you, thumb coming to wipe the fluids off your chin only to shove it into your mouth, your lips wrapping so prettily around his finger it makes his dick twitches, his free hand grabbing your arm to pull you up. there's a string of saliva connecting his thumb to your shiny, swollen lips when he pulls it out, though not for too long before he's fumbling with the button on your pants to push them down your legs, your hands immediately coming to grab his as you squeal his name; he must've gone insane.

however, your efforts do nothing to stop him, he's still shoving one finger inside your boxers and running it along your soaked folds, whistling when he feels you drooling onto his palm.

"c'mon, im sure this boypussy of yours can't wait to have my dick fucking him here on the outside."

[pervertwhore]

(omg ok first time doing this but)

ok this is a safe space (saw piss kink n my neurons ACTIVATED) so while having ur throat clogged w his cock u taste piss n ur obv disgusted by it so u (softly) bite in protest trying to let him know what's wrong n instead of letting you up he keeps your head in place n gruffly says in his alcohol fueled voice "can you taste my piss, bitch? hm? can't be still without having something in your mouth, and now you're bitching *again,"* he says w a grunt as he forces himself deeper down ur esophagus making you gag n retch— 🔇

tw. piss drinking & dark! leon kennedy under cut!

NONNIE! THIS IS SOO HOT!!! hello my dearly beloved omfg this…i want you so bad, when i tell you my hand teleported into my pants when i read this for the first time like how did that happen!!1!1 no cause when i say piss kink this is what i’m talking abt i need to consume this man’s acid piss 🔥

YES!! this is a safe place i promise, never be shy to talk to me abt anything cuz chance is i’ll match your freak .. i hope to see you in my ask box again soon.. xx

if you don’t like piss, save yourself and skip this post LMFAO it’ll be easier for the both of us 🔥

but yeah! i can definitely see it :(( your knees are all bruised up and achy while leon’s cock was shoved inside your mouth uncomfortably. you bopped your head, taking him in and out, your warm tongue pressing on his shaft, feeling the veins that adorn his skin against your muscle.

while your throat is occupied, leon is lounging, his hand gripping the back of your head while his nails scratched your scalp. he’s lazily rolling his hips against your face while a familiar pressure in his lower tummy ached.

leon had to piss, of course he did, he was shooting back some whiskey like it was water. one thing about alcohol was, not only does it give you a nice buzz, but it makes you piss more.

as you eagerly sucked his cock, leon could feel the pressure building up more and more. sure, he knew he should pull out and go take a leak, but where’s the fun in that?

so, without warning, he just started to piss, not caring about your feelings on the matter. the warm salty liquid overtook your mouth before you could even realize what the hell was happening — once you did, you gripped his thighs, manicured nails digging into his flesh as your teeth pressed against his shaft. you had tried to pull your head back, but his grip on the back of your head tightened, his grip was firm, keeping his cock shoved down your mouth, forcing the piss to travel down your throat.

you didn’t want to choke, so swallowing was your only choice.

you tried to struggle against him, but all he did was shove you down his cock. his free hand moving to pinch your nose, blocking air flow. “stop bitching,” he grunted, his brow furrowing, trying to bite his cock? are you stupid? “it’s just some piss, you’re not going to die.” leon scoffed, letting go of your nose so you could breathe, but he kept your pretty face pressed flushed against his crotch, your nose pressing against his pubic bone.

by now, tears are slipping past your waterline, the taste of his piss and the feeling of his cock blocking your throat was making it hard to keep yourself from fighting against him. your body curled, gagging and retching against his cock, your drool pooling onto the floor while some of his piss left your lips — you clawed at his thighs, wanting to pull away, you didn’t want to throw up. god, the idea made you shiver and gag.

leon, on the other hand, didn’t care how much you gagged and retched, he let his body relax as the pressure in his lower belly relieved itself.

letting out a low groan, leon leaned his head back against the couch when the stream ended.

once you forcefully swallowed back the last gulps of his piss, you immediately tried to pull away from him — to catch your breath and cough, but leon’s hand remained firm on the back of your head.

“ah-ah,” he huffed, a lazy smirk curling on his lips, “i’m not done yet.” he reminded, thrusting his hips up against your pretty face, why would he let you pull away? his cock was still hard, and he was making that your problem.

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: For the bukakke/cum facial pole, Sanguinius won so here he is. Enjoy, Alpharius/Omegon is up next.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Bukakke/cum facial, Deep throating, Rough sex/oral, He abuses the hell out of your mouth lol, Gagging/choking, Dubcon if you squint

The room is silent other than the sloppy sounds of a filled mouth, and the ragged, deep breaths of Sanguinius' breathing.

"I despise them, they should've been cast into deep space when we had the chance,"

Sanguinius is furious.

He had come into the your shared quarters aboard The Red Tear with his face flushed red, feathers tight to his wings, his angelic visage for the first time in your remembering marred by anger.

Now your jaw aches, stretched to it's limit and farther beyond, struggling to fit the girth of his cock into your mouth.

He keeps forcing it deeper and deeper, hands wrapped around your head and messing your hair. Each time he pulls your head back enough that his tip rests on your tongue you frantically try to take a breath through your nose, teetering close to the edge of panicking from the lack of air.

But then moments later he pulls your mouth onto him again, the head of his cock bumping against the soft palette at the back of your mouth. Your throat makes an odd, gagging sound as you struggle not to choke on him, while he ruthlessly fucks your mouth.

His wings partly shadow you, as if wanting to hide the ruthlessness of his treatment from everyone but himself. And so the air that stays stagnant around you is humid, heavy with the scent of sweat and cock.

"Good girl, good girl, you can- just a bit more,"

He keeps pushing it, trying to shove his way down your throat seemingly to your stomach itself. Your nails dig so tightly into his thighs you feel like your going to snap your own fingers in half, tears streaming down your face. Your mouth waters the same way it does when you're about to gag, spilling from the open corners of your mouth. The skin of your lips there has stretched and split just a tad, the lightest hint of red blood mixing with the drool pouring from your mouth and down your chin.

Sanguinius pulls out for a moment, hearing the way you cough and strings of spit spill from your mouth, mixed with his precum. The side of his cock still pushes against your face as you try and desperately fight the spasms of your own throat for air, his tip digging into the hollow of your cheek. He slides around tears mixed with spit, precum leaking and smearing onto your skin.

"Please, please sl-"

He pulls your head away just enough to press his the slit of his cock against your lips, forcing it through the moment you tried to plead to him to slow down.

"Open up again. Give me that throat of yours."

Your jaw, shaking from how sore it is slowly opens, swallowing the spit that pools at the back of your mouth. He places his tip against your tongue, uncaring of the feeling of your bottom teeth raking against the underside vein of his cock. You feel some of his feather as they brush against your skin, causing a shiver to run through you.

"And I have to fight beside them, those deranged, mindless beasts-" He lets out sharp exhale through his teeth as he pushes himself deeper and you whimper, mouth too full to even cry. "Swallow, my love, swallow, By the Emperor’s light you feel-" Tears keep pouring down your face as you swallow, feeling the way his cock forces his way to your throat. The knot of your throat bobs and you know he can feel your muscles flex around him as he moans.

"You're such a good girl for me, you can fit a bit more, can't you?"

You can't, you want to say- you can't you can't you can't - but he doesn't listen- pushing deeper. He groans, you feel your nose press against the skin just above the base of his cock. He hears the wet sound of your throat clenching, swallowing to try and avoid gagging.

"You are my good girl, aren't you. I am so glad to have you to come to instead of dealing with those un-leashed, bloodthirsty dogs on my own,"

You don't have any say in the matter since your mouth and throat is currently overwhelmed and stretched around his cock, but if you could, you would find it a bit humorous that he talks as if you're emotionally comforting him, and not currently holding onto his thighs for dear life as he uses your throat as little more than another tight hole of yours to please himself with.

He abruptly pulls from your mouth, your chest instantly filling with air that you've be denied for so long. One hand still against your head he holds it tight, keeping you firmly in place right in front of his cock. His other hand wraps around it tight, sliding up and down his length as he barks at you.

"Keep your mouth open, my love, keep it-"

You can't help the way your eyes squeeze shut as he suddenly cums, and you find yourself glad the instinct was there; As ribbons of cum hit your face. It begins to slide down but more just replaces it, coating your face. You just accept it, mindlessly holding your mouth open and waiting for him to finish. His wings twitch while he cums, the feathers sliding against eachother making a soft noise.

Some of it did land on your tongue and into your open mouth, but only some. If anything, only a fraction of it. The brunt of it landed on the bridge of your nose, sliding down the sides of your nostrils. It also lands on your collarbone, your chest, and when he yanks your head closer to put your lips against his balls, it starts to get into your hair.

You feel disgusting. Sticky and slimy; You knew that he always came a lot, but it was always inside of you, not covering your face and chest, staining your clothes. Your dare to open your eyes before you suddenly close your left eye, a thick string of cum sliding over the bone of your brow and threatening to get into your eye.

Once he's finally finished, milked dry and his breath starts to calm, he pulls your mouth away from his balls and looks down at you.

"Are you alright, my love?"

You try to say something, but your voice instantly cracks and no noise leaves no matter how hard you try. Your throat feels like it's on fire, raw and sore from being stretched and abused to fit the massive cock of a primarch. As gentle as he is, you often feel like each time he fucks you, he ruins you just that bit more, shapes your body to fit him and only him. Your cunt, your ass, and now your throat. You don’t think there’s a single thing of yours that he hasn’t taken.

But how will explain to anyone now that the Angel bullied your throat so much with his cock that it took your voice?

Sanguinius sighs, his face less tense than it was. He reaches a hand out and cups your jaw, thumb against your cheek. You feel the sticky, gross slide of cum across your skin, as he moves it. You feeling disgusting, you must look disgusting; Covered in cum and spit, eyes red from tears.

"When I am finished with this business," He avoid saying their name but you know who he means; The World Eaters. "I promise to repay you for letting me abuse you so."

[dark-and-kawaii]

Imagine being pregnant and feeling insecure about being somewhat slower and bigger as the pregnancy progresses, and Zevlor not picking up on that bc sweet man is too busy being infatuated with and fawning over his pregnant SO also drooling over their body, *cough* insert breeding kink, *cough*.❤

Once again I cannot get enough of your husband zev content, thank you for the addiction🥰

Awhhh thank you!!! I really appreciate that!! I love husband Zevlor with all my heart ♡ ♡ ♡ My absolute comfort. Super happy to hear you can’t get enough of it as well ♡

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Content: NSFW - Pregnancy - Praising - Headcanons - Loving Tender Moments - Best Husband - Lactation

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ Zevlor is just so head over heels in love with you and that growing belly of yours. It’s so hard for him to keep his hands to himself, like seriously, he’s always stroking that swollen bump of yours- always dropping to his knees so that he may lift your shirt and pepper kisses to your skin. The man is always whispering about how beautiful you look like this, waddling around, filled with his child.

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ He loves how you can barely bend over, so he has to do everything for you. And he really does, he takes such good care of you.

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ When the two of you are snuggled up in bed, his nose brushes against your neck as he breathes in your scent, murmuring praises about how you smell so sweet, so delicious, and how you are the best thing he has ever had the pleasure of tasting. As his lips trail against your skin he continues with his praises, telling you how soft your body is, telling you how lucky he is to have you and to see you like this- how you’ll make such a wonderful mother.

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ His tail will rest on the curve of your belly and rub slow circles into it while he gently presses his cock against your ass, “You’re carrying our child so well, so full and ripe with my offspring… I- forgive me, but I love seeing you like this, all swollen and heavy with my child…” He wishes he could start the whole process over again right now...

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ The way your breasts leak milk when you get aroused- Zevlor absolutely loves the taste. He is constantly suckling on them while you straddle his lap. At times he gets drunk on your taste, his fiendish bloodline kicking in trying to draw more of that delicious milk from your tits until you’re a whimpering mess.

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ Eventually he starts to notice how you try and hide from him, try and keep your shirt down and how you blow out each candle when you two are about to have sex… Things reached a tipping point when Zevlor catches you wandering around in one of his shirts. It barely covered you, offering a glimpse when you reached for something on a high shelf… it wasn’t your ass that caught his eyes, but how it lifted just enough to show a hint of your stomach… And then he saw how you grabbed the shirt and held it down to cover yourself…

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ Quietly, he made his way over to you and grabbed your wrist, turning you to face him. He was quick to pull your shirt up and expose you to him, his eyes glued to the swell of your stomach. He took a step back, a smirk crossing his face, as he looked you over, “Why so shy, dear? There is no need for you to hide, not from me at least. Not ever.” He rests his head on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, his hand cupping your belly, gently rubbing, massaging, and feeling, “I want to see all of you, and I mean all of you. This little one growing inside of you… they are a part of us, a part of me and a part of you. Allow me to see how much they have grown and are still growing. Grant me the honor of drinking in your glowing beauty.”

⋆୨ৎ₊˚⊹♡ If there’s one man who will rid you of your insecurities, it will be Zevlor. The man worships the ground you walk on and loves every inch of your body. There is not a single thing he doesn't like. Your stretch marks, he loves to kiss them and tell you how beautiful they are, and will even try to make a joke about how you and him have matching ones now- a sign that the two of you were meant to be.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I’m itching to request another Price kidnapping fic, but I’m not gonna make you write a THIRD one despite how delicious and delightful your writing is

Congratulations!🎉🎉🎉

—Burst Veins

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [He never noticed you weren't behind him.] ❞

When he had looked back, you were gone. 

Price had never been so panicked—his eyes snapping this way and that, body turning in a circle as the radio on his chest went wild with barks and intel coming in. This had turned into a shit-show fast; there were too many problems at once. 

And now you had disappeared.

“Fuck!” He shouts, combat vest heavy on his chest as a soul-deep worry infects him. But John wasn’t one to drown in in-action; he was a Captain. 

Wrenching a hand to the radio, he snarls the new plan to the rest of One-Four-One and tells Simon to radio into Laswell for air support as his boots begin tracing his footsteps back. 

The building he was in had flickering lights above his head, making his eyes lose focus before they honed on as he shook his head. Finding you became his top priority in a matter of seconds, and that fact was both a stain and a curse on John’s brain.

Since when had you gotten so important to him beyond being a valuable asset and a member of his Task Force? It was a question for another time, evidently, because you’d been stolen out from under his very nose. 

The question was…where had you gone?

—

You’re kneeling in the middle of a large lobby, hands tied and a rag stuck in your mouth as a gun is leveled at your head. 

It was embarrassing how it happened—one of these goons had snuck up behind you and stuck a piece of fabric with chloroform on it to your mouth and nose, able to keep pressure for the few moments that was needed to make you loopy. And now…now you were stuck with a battle outside and your Captain probably looking for you.

Or at least…you hope he was. 

The rag is ripped out of your mouth, your broken nose leaking long streaks of blood out as you hiss when fingers grab at it; a rabid shout stuck in your throat as your head is shoved back.

“Radio your soldiers,” the man speaks quickly, looking around. He couldn’t even drag you out of the building due to the gunfire—what did he expect to gain from this? “Tell them to retreat and that you are my hostage.”

Your chuckle catches him off guard, your head burning as your eyes fade in and out. 

“That’s not gonna happen there, Pal.”

The safety of the gun is clicked off. “Now. Or I will shoot.”

“Then shoot,” you buy time, your hands slipping into your sleeve to grasp the handle of a blade strapped to your forearm. “Won’t matter to me—I’ll be dead.”

Those eyes of his flare as his lips peel back; the barrel firm to your forehead before it shifts to the side as he leans closer. You can smell his breath.

“Use your radio. Now—” A shadow slips into the lobby, and you don’t have to look to see who it is. 

Price takes the shot with no hesitation, the man screaming as his shoulder bursts with gore and blood—wasting no time even with your loose mind, you cut your bonds and bring the knife down into the supple flesh of his neck. 

Your name is called fiercely as you lean forward and cough over the body, hands grabbing at your shoulders to pull you back and get you to your knees. 

“Fuckin’ hell, look at me.” A light is flicked and runs over your eyes—you bat it away as a familiar beard and serious blue eyes grace you. Your lips flicker at John’s firm stare. 

“Chloroform. All good.” An aggressive sigh. 

“You need to be more—”

“Aware of my surroundings, yes, Sir,” you mutter, putting a hand to your head as his fingers loosen on your gear. 

“Head still on?” He asks you, eyes jumping up and down as he grunts at your broken nose; hand moving forward to push the blood back as your face heats. 

“As much as it can be,” you cough again at your raw throat. “Shit, we need to get going.”

John sighs, knowing it to be true. There wasn’t time for rest—you’d put them back in crucial time. He’ll need to address this another time.

“Up and at it, soldier, we’re late.”

“Fashionably, Sir.” He hides his violent smirk before grabbing your arm and dragging you up.

[prettyboyformasks]

uuuuhhhh yeah i wanna make phillip graves huff my sweaty balls

he'd literally be a whore for it hello ??

he'd fucking beg to get a smell of you. "just one sniff before you shower? please?" he hates when you workout and don't let him get a sniff of you. he'd sit there and beg for as long as he'd need to.

think you could toss him a dirty pair of boxers and he'd leave you alone? hell yeah, but that'd only keep him entertained for a little bit. he'd sniff them, taking in your scent while he fucks his whore cunt with a dildo. maybe wear them, use his vibrator to stimulate his clit and make him soak them when he cums. but he'd want you eventually. he'd need you.

when graves finally gets what he wants? he's sitting on top of you, pinning your arms up and rubbing his throbbing clit against your happy trail while he huffs at your armpits. the smell of your sweat and deodorant drives him insane, it's almost mind controlling.

he's like a cat, nails digging into your skin while he huffs at your sweaty armpits. his pretty, soaking wet cunt leaving slick all over your body. graves works his way down to your navel, then buries his face in your curly mess of pubes. you push his head down, making sure he's breathing in your scent.

graves is practically drooling all over your cock already. he's licking and sniffing at your balls, pressing his nose against them and huffing your scent. he can't help himself, you smell so fuckin' good.

you eventually get sick of him just sniffing at your cock, his nose and lips brushing against it. you force his head down, making him take every inch. he's gagging and coughing when you push his head down so far that his nose is in your pubes, again.

you let graves pull his head up to take a deep breath and spit on your cock. he strokes you, praising your scent while he licks your balls. you fuck into his hand and he begs for you to cum.

you cum, letting it leak down onto his hands. let him lick it up while it leaks down his fingers—god, he looks so fucking good while he does it. thanking you for letting him smell you, letting him make you feel good.

[lilylovestowrite]

May I request Dan Heng taking care of drunk reader?

HE'S NOT MUCH OF A DRINKER, BUT HE'S A DREAM GIRL ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ Dan Heng x GN! Reader

WARNINGS ୨♡୧ None

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ Dan Heng picks you up from the bar, and it seems like you’re completely hammered.

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1.4K 

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you so much for submitting the very first ask! I won’t lie, I got a bit carried away so it’s a bit longer than most drabbles. I love my silly little dragon man.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

A sigh echoes across the halls of the Astral Express. The stars gleam and the sky is streaked with hues of purple and the serene teal of Dan Heng’s eyes, currently focused on the door to the little bar in the Astral Express. He opens the doors, and the grandiose chandelier above his head nearly blinds him. But what nearly takes his breath away is you, slumped on the onyx marble island with a cocktail in hand. No matter how often he enters a room and lays eyes on you, each and every time, his brain and eyes race to compute your beauty. However, even as your partner, the dark haired man  keeps his affections closer to his chest. 

“Dan Heng, what are you doing here?” You slur, eyes squinting at the silhouette approaching you. You can tell it’s him, because the aroma of autumn petrichor and old books almost overpowers the stench of alcohol. “Were you reading?”

“I’m here because March texted me to pick you up,” he smiles softly and nods in the pink haired girl’s direction, “let’s go to my room, angel.” To this nickname, you swoon, and March giggles softly, slinging a drunk Trailblazer over her shoulder and taking them to their room. 

“Night, Dan Heng!” She chimes, eyes alight with amusement. Even in your state, barely able to walk, you know that this whole set up was most likely by her design. You can’t fault her for it though - March, ever the romantic, is the very reason you and Dan Heng are together now. 

“Night, March.” He replies back, and he turns all of his attention towards your slumped figure. “Now, what to do with you.” His mutters are soft, and even in private, there is a rather comforting strain of sterness in his tone. “I’m going to help you up, can you walk?” 

“Mm, no.” You reply, and find his perplexed expression absolutely adorable. His nose scrunches up and you can practically see the cogs running in his head, trying to devise a plan to get you to his room. You decide to be gracious and give him the solution: “Carry me?” 

“Carry you?” Dan Heng asks, surprise leaking into his voice. He then falters and coughs behind his palm in an attempt to regain his composure, “Carry you. I can do that. Come on.” He gently pries your hands off the cocktail glass and lifts you up in a bridal carry. His footsteps echo in the halls, the starlight illuminating his soft expression. 

“I’m sorry I interrupted your reading time,” you whisper, suddenly self-conscious that you’ve made your boyfriend take the brunt of your own actions, “I didn’t think the cocktails were so strong.”

“It happens, don’t worry.” He replies, “I wasn’t reading anything interesting anyway. Just boring things about the stars.” And you think you’re about to enter his room, the faint glow of his night lamp leaking through the doorway, but he makes a turn and heads towards the observatory.. 

“Are we sleeping somewhere else?” You ask, shifting slightly. You trust that Dan Heng won’t drop you, even if you thrash around like a worm. 

“The observatory has a nicer bathroom nearby in case you feel nauseous. And besides…” He hesitates, dark lashes fanning over the teal irises that stare down on you. “...I’ve wanted to sleep under the stars with you for a while now. What do you think?” 

You pause, both flustered, taken aback, and enraptured by him. It seems that no matter what he does, or what he asks for, you can never say no to him. Nor do you want to. The urge to spoil him, to see that serene little smile on his face when he lets his guard down, is your ultimate goal. So naturally, your response is: “Sure, let’s do that.” 

Dan Heng is rather good at keeping a poker face, but around you, (either because he has no use for his reservations or because you have gotten so good at reading him), not one emotion goes unnoticed. So even if he looks away, you notice in the reflection of the windows sealing off the extra rooms, that a light pink hue kisses his cheeks, accompanied by a toothy, boyish grin. 

He gently opens the door to the conservatory with his hip, setting you down in a chair and cracking open a bottle of water. “Here, drink this. I’m just gonna open up the sofa bed.” And as he does so, you take a look around the remarkable room. Made of glass, you can see the stars as the express glides across the cosmos. The interior is rather simple: a  minifridge in the corner, accompanied by a few house plants; a black chaise lounge that you currently occupy, and a black sofa bed that Dan Heng places pillows on. The entire view is celestial, picturesque, but the most breathtaking view is your lover. Even in simple clothing, the black turtleneck he wears, paired with his white pants, he always looks as if he has stepped out of an ink wash painting. Untouchable, yet so gorgeous. 

And, all yours. 

It seems that you are too drunk to conceal your adoration, because Dan Heng comes towards you, crossing his arms. “What are you looking at?” He asks, both teasingly and with slight seriousness. The cadence of his voice, normally monotonous, rises and falls as his eyes scan your expression. 

“You!” You giggle, unashamedly. Dan Heng blushes softly, realising that his plan has backfired. Instead, he guides you to the bed, a hand hovering above your waist. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” 

“Especially not when I’m drunk!” You babble, letting him prop the pillows up so you aren’t fully laying down. You make yourself at home, shimmying into the covers next to him. 

“I can see that, dear.” He replies.

Dear?

 You jerk your head towards him with such speed, you nearly go green. 

“Wh-what?” He asks, blinking at you. 

“You never call me pet names.” You blurt out, “It just caught me off guard.” Dan Heng has never been one for sappy affections, especially because he can’t take your reactions. He tells you it’s because your name is the most beautiful thing to call you by, and it’s true, but if he catches you with that lovesick stare, he isn’t sure his heart can handle it. 

“Well, you’re so far gone, I don’t think you’ll remember this  anyway.” He replies cooly, but his ears are completely red. “Do you want something to eat?” 

“Don’t change the subject! Call me that again!” You plead, pouting and dramatically draping yourself over his lap. “C’mon please?” 

“N-no, I think pet names are more effective in moderation.” Dan Heng replies, but the heat consumes his face so much, he pushes his dark hair out of his face and fans himself slightly. 

“Aww, bummer.” You lay back, and he locks his fingers with yours, using your intertwined hand to reach up to the sky, in all its astral grace and heavenly beauty. He guides your clasped hand to a planet above:

“That’s Venus, look!” His voice, now slightly sleepy, rumbles a few octaves deeper, and the calming vibrations cause waves of sleep to wash over you. “And over there, that pink planet? That’s actually a moon for another planet. Miranda.” 

“Really?” You look towards him, and his face glows with childish wonder. His guard is completely lowered around you. It’s not that he becomes more like a kid around you, but he feels comfortable being vulnerable and letting his excitement show. You watch him with the same wonder he gazes at the stars with, but your eyes struggle to stay open. 

“Mhmm! I think there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight. Do you want to watch it together?” He asks, a tiny smile spreads onto his face, but when he turns around, his expression softens even more. “You look tired, get some sleep, my love.” 

“Okay but…” You mumble, pulling the floral duvet up to your chin, “...Wake me up when it begins.” 

You don’t hear his reply as you  finally let your fatigue catch up with you, slumber slowly letting you drown, but just as you fully surrender, you feel a pair of lips brush against your forehead.

[headsincloud9]

3 Fingered Necklace

Paring: adult olo’eyktan Neteyam 23 × adult fem!reader 22

Wordcount: 500+

Warning: choking kink, squirting, pounding, face fuckin, MINORS DNI NOT FOR MINORS 18+ ONLY

Synopsis: you asked to be choked. how can your olo’eyktan deny his mate?

SMUT BELOW.

His large hands clenched around your slender throat, sure to leave marks but you wouldn't care you wanted this to have an imprint of his hands on your blue skin, hands you often called your favorite necklace. He presses a sloppy open mouth kiss your your lips tongue lapping and swirling against yours spit mixing as a whimper of need escaped your mouth as he pulls away a sloppy string of cum connecting your lips to his as he pants his gold eyes wide with lust watching his work as he pulled out of your stretched an abused cunt with a we "shlop" the head leaking still with cum as the shaft dripped painted in a slutty mix of squirt and cream "mmmmm now yawne since you asked to be choked and never said what way I have one more way to choke you." He purrs licking up your neck before pulling you onto your knees infront of his still throbbing cum coverd cock.

"Your going to clean me off yawne and I'm going to choke that little throat of yours with my cock" he growls in your ear his fingers pressed into your forcing you to look up at him. Your already spent cunt clenches around nothing juries slowly pooling on your swollen lips and dripping into a puddle onto the forest floor "a puddle just from that thought you are more depraved than I realized" he sighs chuckling in no way upset.

"Now the safe word changes since you can't speak 3 consecutive taps on my thigh will be the sign to stop...." He says his voice calm despite his straining cock and erratic tail and lust blown eyes. You nod "words I need words ma' yawne" he growls gripping your throat again slowly cutting off the blood floor making you dizzy but only doing more to increase the puddle and your slickning thighs "yes olo’eyktan" you whines and he snarls his hips jerking forward from your use of his title "Good girl now open wide and let your olo’eyktan shape your throat to his liking." He slides his cock down your open mouth groaning "warm....fuck....wet.... definitely my favorite besides your cunt yawne" he tilts his head back not stop until his pelvis hit your nose. You let your long tongue hang free pressed to that thick vein underneath swirling around his cock eyes watering your tail thumping the ground as you watch his Lower abs twitch adorably ro the sensation.

"Breath baby breath…..now choke" He growls voice laced with lust and strain before pressing your nose closed with this thumb and first finger watching you cough and gag on his cock.ypur eyes roll back legs shaking as you begin to cough and gag your ears flicking as the loud sound of water being sprayed on the ground came from under you. "Mmmmm squirting from choking around my cock yawne who knew my sweet little hunter was so depraved" he teases before pulling out his cock from your throat with a loud slurp allowing you to catch your breath. "Take a few more breaths yawne are you feeling okay~" he asks checking your wellbeing despite using your throat as his cock personal cock warmer. Your hear swells smiling and nod licking his cock from base to tip casing a almost subish groan to escape him "fuuuuuuck fuuuuuuck okay opn your fucking mouth." He growls and slams in giving you no chance to recover just to choke and gag with each snap of his hips.

You watch his head tilt back as if unable to keep upright as it rolled like dead weight. He groans the sloppy sounds of choking and sloppy throat fucking filling the Forest around them. "Fuuuuck taking me so well my sweet warrior your olo’eyktan is proud" he coos as he pumps his hips relishing in your soft warm throat as your spit coated and dripped from his shaft with each sloppy thrust. He kept his pace gripping your hair tight his pace occasionally becoming brutal with quicker thrusts at irratic place but you took it all from his as h gave it to you.

He groans his hips and thrust becoming more irratic "I'm gonna cum yawne" he warns looking down into your eyes seeing them dark with lust knowing where you wanted. He growls grabbing the back of your head and pulls you to his pelvis cuming down your throat in a snarl forcing you to drink thick spurt after spurt that left him flooding your throat. You swallow happily gagging lightly as you swallow leaving little room to breath before pulling away with a wet slurp looking up at a delirious Neteyam leaning against a tree slowly sliding down to your Level chuckling "is that what you had in mind because let me tell you my legs are jelly and I'm going to need a moment" you giggle and lean into his chest licking your lips "no it was perfect" you hum slowly kissing his neck as you lay in his chest

[miam0re]

Overheard Fantasies | Honkai Star Rail

Warning: Fantasies(mentions) of- Group Sex/Gang Bang, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Anal stuff, spanking, biting, deep throating, cum swallowing, more stuff i probably missed

Summary: And there you were with your best friends, talking about your fantasies of fucking the men you've met...who happen to be hearing your conversation from the other room

Pairings: Welt Yang, Jing Yuan, Gepard X Fem!Reader (together)

Mia's Notes: Yooo This was inspired by THIS ASK asked by @cxxmine lots of love for the ask!! I wanted to include whichever men i could but Im not too good with writing group stuff so I thought I'd write for 3! If you all like it then maybe I can write more owo but yep this is it for now, I hope you enjoy it mwah mwah Ps bold text is you talking and the normal text is their reaction

“Oh, Mr.Yang? He’s such a dilf, ya know? Like I would totally spread my legs wide open for him-oh or maybe just sit on his face- and I just know that he’s got the most skilled tongue ever. Would I call him ‘daddy’? Absolutely yes. Would I start whoring out if he called me his dearest little one? You bet I would be an obedient girl for him while all the other guys watch me be good for him."

Your sweet Mr.Welt Yang coughs into his fist, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, imagining it accidentally bump against your clit while he eats you. Really, he wasn’t that much older than them in looks…but apparently, in your eyes, you considered him a ‘Daddy’. Maybe he would almost immediately get addicted to the taste of your leaking juices, lapping them up greedily the way he’s imagined so many times. Yes, he’d desire for you to be a good girl for him, he doesn’t have the time to tame you and discipline you. But maybe a few harsh bites to your thighs, leaving marks of his presence ought to do the trick. 

“I’d let him play with my ass while I’m being eaten out by Welt. I just get this feeling that he has the biggest thing for asses like have you guys noticed how his eyes keep wandering down when I walk in front of him? And if you’re asking if I’d let him stuff my hole…perhaps. I bet he has a collection of toys. Yeah…I wanna use them. I would also shamelessly ride his fingers if he asked me to.”

He’s smiling to himself, a slight glimmer in his golden eyes with faint pink dusting his cheeks. You are quite the observant lass aren’t you? Seeing the way his eyes have been stealing glances at your plush ass. And since you’re so willing to permit him to have his way with you, maybe he would stuff you with one of the many plugs in his possession. All different shapes and sizes that will stimulate you till you’re convulsing and rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. If you’re good for him, maybe he’ll smack your butt to sear his touch into your skin for you to never forget. And if nothing else, he’s got his long slender fingers that he can thrust into your puckered up hole till you’re loose and prepared for his cock. 

“Awww I’d love to see his face all flustered and red as he tries to keep his composed self. Definitely going to give him head in this situation. Kiss his pretty red tip and run my hands up and down his thick cock- you know he’s gotta be sporting a monster behind those pants with a body and adorable personality like that. Roll my tongue all over the length till he’s shaking and cumming on me.”

Oh my…oh dear…Gerard has gone as red as a tomato, covering his burning ears to cool them and try to not let any more of your vulgar thoughts corrupt his mind. But he’s already too far gone, imagining having your hair in a fist while pushing you down on his generous length, watching how you so professionally swallow it all up, hollowing your cheeks to vacuum around his hot dick. Oh god, he’s imagining the way you’ll drool all over him and then lick him base to tip to clean the saliva and precum. If you’ll go on looking at him with those dazed eyes, he might just shoot a heavy load down your throat, clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place as he bucks into you. 

The three men accidentally make eye contact with each other, breaking the uncomfortable gaze and bouncing on their heels, hands in their pockets to adjust their growing boners. 

Will any of them make the first move to talk to you? I guess it’s up to March to decide how this plays out!!

[lavylu]

Bunny Play Time

Bunny gets into an accident in the SHIELD labs. Steve ends up seeing her tattoo and he decides he must properly thank her for entertaining him every night.

You were working on a new weapon. It was a small flame thrower that packed a serious punch. You were making progress but you accidentally set it off while you were working.

You cough as smoke fills the air. Your lab coat sleeve has been seared off and your skin feels hot. You don’t have any burns, but your soothes are ruined.

You decide to leave and clean up, heading up to the avengers kitchen area so you can use their washing machine. You take off your lab coat and take notice of the damage. Your lab coat is completely destroyed so there’s no use in keeping it. You pitch it in the trash and turn to leave.

You accidentally run into a tall build. Your eyes slowly look up and you see Captain America smirking down at you.

“What happened sunshine?”

You huff, a little embarrassed. “Accident in the lab. I completely ruined my lab coat.”

You pout causing him to laugh a little. Then his eyes drift down your frame and rest on your arm. His eyes go wide, but you don’t know what for.

He clears his throat, “I like your tattoos.”

You smile at him, “thanks”

You see Steve debate whether he should do something, and before he can decide against it he smirks: “you know, I really enjoy your videos”

You look confused but when realization hits you, you turn red. You try to deny it but Steve is staring at you with a huge amount of lust.

“You watch my videos?” you ask meekly.

Steve nods, and he smirks. “You’re very entertaining”

He gets closer to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got to say you’re my favorite, Bunny”

Your face starts to flush, but the embarrassment of getting caught turns you on. Especially when it’s Steve. He notices this and takes another step closer to you, causing his body to press into yours.

“How about I help you, with your next video?” He smirks down at you as he slowly bites his lip.

You giggle a little but nod, “you want to be a cam boy?”

Steve chuckles, “well if it means your my cam girl”

Steve stands in front of you wearing only his boxers. His boner straining against the fabric, making your mouth water. You are wearing your bunny buttplug and bunny ears as you look up at him.

Your eyes are filled with lusts as you crawl towards him. Your ass on full display for the web cam set up on the desk. Your tail poking out of your round cheeks. Steve’s cock twitches in excitement when he sees you moving towards him on all fours.

With your teeth you start to take off his boxers causing his cock to spring free. Steve’s tip is red and swollen, already leaking precum. With soft licks you start to take him in your mouth.

Steve throws his head back in pleasure as you suck his tip. Your pretty lips looking plump and pouty around his cock. His hands find their way into your hair as he pulls your face closer.

Your nose brushes against his pubic bone, his cock tickling the back of your throat. You start to gag around him as you suck. The wet sounds filling the room.

The camera has a full view of you with his cock in your mouth. Your hand goes up to caress his balls, making him shiver. He moans as you take him deeper in your throat.

Steve feels his high coming, resulting in him pulling out. He pushes your head down into the pillow and starts to stroke himself.

Your ass is up and in view of the camera. Steve spreads your ass cheeks wide, allowing the camera to see your butt plug and nude pussy. He swipes his dick a few times in your folds earning a moan.

He slowly pushes in making you scream out in pleasure. He starts to thrust his hips. His thrusts cause you to moan as your insides are pounded into. His cock hitting deep inside.

Steve continues to fuck you, and then the pleasure starts to build. Steve’s hand goes down to your ass and squeezes it. Instead of going back to your hips, his fingers go to your butt plug. He teases it gently, pushing and pulling it. You start to whimper when he takes it out. Leaving your gapping hole exposed.

Steve’s finger starts to circle your asshole, stretching it open. The mix of pleasure causing you to reach your high.

Steve just smirks at this, but he’s still hard. He pulls out of your wet pussy and takes the camera in his hand. He positions it and starts to jerk himself off. He releases, cumming all over your gapping asshole. Steve sensually pushes some of his cum inside your hole, before taking the butt plug and plugging you up again.

He gives your ass a kiss before ending the video. “Something tells me that’ll be a good one”