#needy bitch he's amazing

[just-null]

Thinking….. thinking of yandere noritoshi

me too....

Noritoshi is suspicious of you at the worst of times. The same faint crease on his brow always appears when he's trying to hide being bothered by something.

This time? Because you've been focusing on your phone rather than him for a little bit too long...... He trusts you, of course he does! its just, he doesn't trust others. What if you end up talking with somebody for too long and they try whisking you away?

Obviously it's most likely nothing and you're enjoying your time doing who knows what on the phone that he's not allowed to check because you told him he couldn't no matter how many times he asked. Noritoshi still stares at your phone intensely when its sitting somewhere, itching to take a quick peek.. it'll be harmless, you don't even have to know!

Yet, his mind wanders to the possibility of getting caught. He'd rather spear arrows through his palm than be gazed at with disapproval by you. Its only natural to have privacy, he tells himself. So, begrudgingly, Noritoshi obeys and watches you on the stupid little phone.

The phone that contains a lot of mindless entertainment and important files. The same phone that holds a lot of personal information you keep to yourself. The same damn phone he's been itching to get his hands on ever since you began smiling at the device.

Why aren't you showing him what's so funny? Oh, right, because he could care less. All he cares about is that your attention is off of him and onto something else that could easily lead you to interact with someone else. It becomes too much and he acts emotionally, tilting the phone down and confronting you. It's not an accusation, just a question. Tell him he's wrong, he's almost begging you to tell him he's wrong. He just wants your attention again, so forgive him if he acts irrational. He'll make up for it, he promises.

Though, if you're alright with Noritoshi looking through your phone, his looming shadow over your shoulder will be a common occurrence every time you turn on your device. He might as well stop using his own with how much he likes holding onto yours. It's just to help you carry your things, of course. He's so gentlemanly isn't he? Go on, praise him!

[minminbunny]

Best Friends to Lovers AU - Big Cock Singer! Bang Chan/Virgin Writer Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Chris, are you bitchless?" you asked, biting the ends of your pencil. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "If you mean single then, yeah?" he said, setting his headphones down. "What brought this up?" he asked, leaning back against his chair. You purse your lips, "It's just your new song for the talent show. It's very intimate," you said, pointing the pencil at him. Chan chuckled, rubbing the back of his nape, "I didn't write that, Changbin helped," he said, gulping down the denial. You squint your eyes, "Damn so your co-writer was the one that was getting laid?" you said, tilting your head. 

Chan nodded, "Exactly, I don't have time for a one night stand. I work at night," he said, defending himself. "Was it Changbin's idea to be topless too?" you asked, seeing through his lies. Chan gulped, "That wasn't me. It was a stunt devil. That looked exactly like me," he said, his ears heating. You nodded your head, "Ah. Is that so? He sounded just like you, too. That's amazing," you said, your tone heavy with sarcasm. Chan bit his bottom lip and nodded, "Ahm, very amazing," he replied, having the same tone of sarcasm. 

You sighed and smiled, "Bestie between the both of us. You're the one who needs to get bitches," you said, faux sobbing. Chan blinked, "Wha- Why?" he asked, his face in disbelief. You faux a frown, "Because if you're writing imaginary sexual songs. Then you're basically me just song edition. One of us gotta not be a virgin in this friendship," you said, wiping your faux tears. Chan scoffed, his eyes wavering, "Of course. The stuff I write is definitely about someone, not creative freedom at all," he said, nervously laughing. 

You gave him a deadpan look, "You're a terrible liar," you said, cupping his cheeks. Chan frowned and looked up from his seat, "You're one to say," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. You pulled away, "So, you really want someone to ride you, huh?" you asked, crossing your arms. Chan gulped, "Writing about riding is easier in terms of metaphors!" he exclaimed, shaking his fist. You scoffed, "Sure, if it were one song. I'm pretty sure you made like three," you said, squinting at him. 

Chan pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "Fine! You fucking cunt, yes! Maybe I fantasize about myself getting rode . It makes a good song and it spurs the fans on. Are you happy now?" he huffed, cheeks flushed with blush. You nodded, "Pleased. When's the last time you got some anyway?" you asked, setting your stuff aside. Clearly, this was more important than assignments. Chan nibbled his lip, "Months ago? I don't remember, I woke up the next day alone with no note," he sighed, brushing his hair back. 

You licked your lips, "What if I rode you? Would you allow that?" you asked, shuddering at his icy look. Chan tilted his head back, "You're tempting a dangerous game, little one," he said, his voice husky and low. You gulped, "I didn't know you have this side," you said, feeling intimidated. Chan chuckled, "Well, you were always my bratty little dongsaeng. There wasn't a need to overpower you," he said, standing up to pet your head. Your breath turned shallow and heavy, "Chris," you whispered, not knowing how to proceed. Chan noticed your dilemma, "Say please if you want me to take care of you, baby. Say no if you want me to stop. It's up to you, little one. I'm only here to provide," he reassured, stroking your hair. His fingers lightly brush against your cheek. You shuddered, looking up, "Please. Please take care of me," you said, your voice breathy and needy. Chan smirked, holding your chin, "Of course, anything for you, baby," he said, booping your nose. 

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping folds. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your cunt open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your clit. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight cunt. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little girl," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your cunt accepting his girthy tip. 

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock. 

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babygirl. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock. 

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your cervix every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy cunt at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little cunt," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster. 

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little girl. I can feel your needy cunt milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good girl," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers rub your clit in tandem. 

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping cunt

AMAB

"You're too big in this position," you whined, trying to ease yourself down his cock but it kept slipping between your dripping ass. Chan chuckled, "Baby, I already fingered your hole open with four fingers, I'm pretty sure you're letting it slip away on purpose," he teases, lightly tapping his cockhead on your rim. You're mewling at the stimulation, "Help me? It's scary on my own," you sniffled, arching for his cock to fill up your ribbed walls after the long dragging foreplay his fingers teased to loosen your tight hole. Chan hummed, aligning his leaking cockhead with your slightly gaping hole, "Deep breaths, little boy," he growled, hearing the audible crude pop of your hole accepting his girthy tip.

You whimpered against his chest, slowly easing yourself lower and lower down his hot veiny shaft. Chan kissed your hair, "That's it. You're so close, baby. Another half more," he said, rubbing your waist. You lifted your head, "This is only half?" you whined, feeling so full. Chan cooed, gripping your hips, "Let me help," he chuckled, bucking his hips upwards. "Hah, ah, hah," you moaned, arching your chest towards him. Chan hissed, rolling his hips, "There we go. Down to the hilt," he groaned, stroking your thighs as searing hot walls engulfed his throbbing hard cock.

You hiccuped, your walls fluttering around his curved length, "Hah, fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels so good," you mewled, feeling the obvious tummy bulge when you leaned back. Chan growled at the sight, “Ah, shit. You took me so well, babyboy. Look at that bulge, so perfect for me," he rambled, his hair matting to his forehead as hot breaths escaped his lips. You lifted your hips, and gripped his shoulders, "Oh, yes. Hah, hah, ah," you whimpered, feeling his cockhead messaged against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Chan growled, watching your thigh trembled each time to fucked yourself down his cock.

Your bounce's were deep and through, his cockhead kissed your prostate every time you rode. Chan huffed, gripping your hips firmer, "I'm sorry, little one. I know it feels good but fuck are you slow," he groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in tandem with your bounces. You cried out at the sudden thrust, tears dripping down your cheek, "Chris, chris, hah, fuck!" You cried, burrowing your face into his chest as he fucked up into your needy hole at a relentless pace. Chan nosed your neck, he licked and kissed your skin, "That feels way better, yeah? My big fucking cock pounding your tiny little hole," he groaned, thrusting harder and faster.

"Hhgh, hah, more please, ah," you moaned, your eyes rolling back at the constant pleasure buzzing through your body. Chan chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Cum for me, little boy. I can feel your needy hole milk my cock. Your walls are fluttering so fucking much," he said, his voice husky and low. "There, there, fuck!" You cried, dragging your nails down his chest as your orgasm broke. Chan hissed at your scratches, your walls squeezing around his girthy cock, "Good boy," he praised, thrusting through your orgasm. You sniffled, whimpering when he continued, "Too much, Chris," you whined, feeling his rough fingers stroke your cock in tandem.

Chan groaned against your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin, "Shit, shit, hah. I'm cumming," he groaned, thrusting deeply one last time before pumping deep within your walls. Another climax broke from you, your ears buzzed from the pleasure. Chan rubbed your back, stroking your cheek, "I'm never letting you go now, little one. The moment you said please means you agreed to the casualties," he whispered, nuzzling your hair. You sniffled, burrowing yourself into his chest. Chan chuckled, "You're alright, baby. It's safe. It's just you and me," he hummed, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of your dripping hole.

[groovyangelkisses]

Jax with a girly girl who wears the shortest shorts and tight tops <333 just love the idea of this big bad biker corrupting this innocent girl

anon, you are an absolute dollbaby & this speaks to my very soul. jax teller needs a sweet girl, it's true!!!!! i listened to venice bitch by lana for this <3

cw: hyperfem!reader, innocent!reader, slight size kink, protective!jax, nsfw

the first thing jax ever noticed about you is how wide-eyed you looked at others around you. amazed or heartbroken, your sweet eyes held that same vulnerability that made him, and the entire club instantly enamored by you. you weren't a crow eater, couldn't muster up that type of confidence (or keep your eyes on anyone other than jax) for long enough, and all the guys knew it.

tig was the first one to spot you, quietly shuffling into teller morrow with the request of fixing a flat tire. your hair sat in a ponytail on your head, leaving a dainty necklace to show off your neck that slowly grew warmer with the intense california heat. and when jax peers around the corner to see why juice has suddenly stopped working, and prospect stands completely still, he sees you in your sweet little orange tube top & tiny jean shorts & sneakers & long white painted nails and moves a little quicker in his walk over to you.

in fact, he tugs on that same ponytail while asking you about your car, where you're from, where you bought that sweet little tube top, if you've ever been on a bike, if he makes you nervous. and the rest of the guys are flabbergasted. jax? fawning over the sweet, curious little thing that waltzes unto the shop, all coconut & jasmine scented? sure, it's not the most insane thing to happen, but the fierce protectiveness that jax immediately adapts is. like when you bend down to sign the paperwork for your car repairs, he stands behind you, afraid your distressed levi's will lift and show off those sweet orange panties he caught a glimpse of earlier when you leaned into your passenger seat to grab your insurance.

and when you straighten around to show him your paperwork, smiling & proud, his hand resting on the frayed posters of gemma's office, effectively boxing you in, he gently tells you "you gotta be careful when you lean over darlin' not everybody is as gentlemanly as i am— what're you lookin' at dickhead?!" before excusing himself with a light, fleeting touch to your hip before chasing half-sack down to point a strong finger in his face & tell him to leave the female clientele alone.

he loves your height difference, how you peer up at him with such wonderment, and even devastated confusion when you learn of some of the innerworkings of samcro. he absolutely has to fight off his cuteness aggression so he doesn't immediately smush your cheeks in his big hand, bring your other hand to the front of his jeans and purr "too fuckin' cute, you gotta cut it out or i'm gonna blow a load right here, sweetheart." and he looooooves the breathless look that overtakes you, and the slight creeping smile that adorns your face— adapting to him, to his never-ending need to feel you, just as needy and wanting as he is.

your naivety, your kindness, your ability to see jax as he's always wanted to be seen— strong, trying his best, all of it makes him even more enamored by you. you and your clicky wedged heels that always signify when you come to visit him at the shop, the scent of your bubblegum lipgloss floating through the clubhouse, your sweet, sad sniffle when he has to leave on a run. he loves all of it. loves that you need him, most of all.

[tiredcreatur3]

toji having the worst size kink and only realizing when the two of you started going out.

of course, you’re a grown woman in her early twenties but oh, you just look so small and so so tiny next to toji who’s almost a feet taller than you and twice bigger in width, in his late twenties.

there’s just something about you under him, all spread for him, your pretty little cunt barely taking his thick cock, legs fallen apart as you whine for him with those sad fucked out eyes of yours.

it drives him crazy, he loves seeing you all helpless and without a chance to do anything about it. he could do anything he wants to you and you wouldn’t be able to do nothing but take it.

“look at you, baby.. your cute lil’ pussy barely taking me.” he sighed softly while balls deep inside you, seeing how you were breathing heavily and shaking, tummy trembling as you struggled to take all the inches.

he slowly rolled his hips into you, his eyes never leaving yours as he rubbed at your clit as well, wanting to take care of his princess the best he could.

“i-i can’t-“ you whimpered with a little sob.

“shh.. look at that, honey. takin’ me so fucking good, god you feel amazing.. have no idea how proud daddy is.” he said as he gently rubbed at your cheek, almost melting as you leaned into his touch.

your hands rested above your tits, getting pounded in toji’s shirt that was hunched up just above your tummy so he could rub across the soft pudge here and there.

you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, moaning and whining tiredly, so so out of it, eyes all soft and teary, feeling like coming any second really, just being so so sensitive and stretched to the max.

“t-to..” you let out, staring at him as he thumbed at your slit, having you panting and shaking under him, the tall man towering over you.

he smiled to you, humming as he soon sped up the thrusts a little bit, stuffing your tiny little mouth with his three fingers which felt like having his cock stuffed down your throat due to how long and thick they were. he always knew how to shut you up and keep you from complaining.

you whimpered around his fingers like a lil bitch in heat, all teary eyed, cunt fucked dumb and raw as the consistency of his thrusts made you drool and drop any sort of self respect you had left for yourself.

“what a good little girl.. makin��� daddy so proud.” he cooed quietly, being so soft and fond of you, he truly loved seeing you like this, all spread for him without a worry or a thought in that stupid lil head of yours. he loved fucking you dumb until you were a slurring tiny mess.

he pulled out for a second which made you close your legs in with a loud whine, that tiny lil hole of yours clenching around nothing as you looked to the male with sad eyes.

“don’t worry, sweetie.. daddy’s got you.” he hummed out, tapping the head of his cock across your wet slit, watching your pathetic reactions, how needy and out of it you were, cunt so red and glistening with your own slick and his precum.

he carefully nuzzled his cock between your folds after tapping ‘em a few times, groaning softly as he gently began to roll his hips, the tip of his cock nudging at your clit with each slide up, one hand resting on your lower tummy, pressing down a bit and the other one now having a tight grip on your neck, making you feel all nice and light headed.

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don’t have the energy to finish this tbh so yeah

[hhonghu]

Inside him.

;; pervert!sub!aether x reader

cw: established relationship, pervert aether, ooc aether, perverted thoughts, cockdrunk aether, rough sex, masturbation, teasing, nipple play, blowjob, deepthroating, usage of sex toys (dildo), cumming inside aether, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, public sex, reader has a dick

you heard of pervert reader, now lets have pervert aether!! >:) i'll be posting this before working on sex obsessed kabukimono hehe this is a bit short :(, i might rewrite this soon but i wanna just write this down bc it won't leave my head and i have a debate to work on lol please enjoy! let me know if i missed anything! ^^

pervert!aether who drools about you! he can't take his eyes off of you, you're just amazing. your body is to die for, a pure eye candy. his hands would roam your torso, chest, arms, and biceps. he drooling as he feels your skin in his palms, caressing you all over. "looks like someone is enjoying himself." you chuckle, "i'm not complaining though, have your fun."

pervert!aether who would shamelessly stare at your crotch, thinking about your cock. he wants to suck on it right now. he doesn't care what your doing, he wants it in his mouth. he wants to suck on it, to taste you, to have you use his mouth and bury yourself in his throat. he wants you to make him choke on your cock, fucking his mouth with much vigor until you cum in his mouth. pervert!aether who kneels in front of you and paws your clothes. "[name]..." he whines up at you, eyes glossy. he grabs the hem of your pants and tugs on it, you name spilling out of his mouth again. you look down at him and grin, "well aren't you needy? want my cock, baby?" aether nods eagerly, already having your pants down, eying your half-hard cock. you tut, grabbing his hair before he could put your cock in his warm mouth. he whines, warm breath fanning on your tip making you hiss. "[name].. [name], noooo.. please? please— come on, put your cock in my mouth. i need it, please? put in, put in, put it in, pleaseee..!".

pervert!aether who would drag you behind a large tree, hands all over you as he kisses you. "we'll be quick hnghh—, i just need you in me, haaaa— fuck!". pervert!aether who moans in your hand as you pound him from behind, muffling his moans. "you like this, huh? you fuck— you're moaning like a bitch a heat out here in the open, wanna be seen like this? having my dick in your desperate hole? fucking slut." you pound in him harder, making him squeal and buckling his knees. his eyes rolls back as he meets your fast thrusts, "mmph—! you're gonna angh—make me cum, you're gonna me cum, you gonna make me cuuumm♡♡!".

pervert!aether who would play with himself while your away. pervert!aether who would bring out a custom dildo in your size (he begged you to let him use a godforsaken diy kit to mold a dildo out of your dick in case he missed you and your dick apparently lol). pervert!aether who would suck on it as he lays down with his legs open, tongue swirling around the dildo thinking was you above him. he quickly brings his free hand to play with nipples, twisting with his fingers as he shoves the the cock deeper in his mouth, making him gag and choke as it hits the back of his throat. pervert!aether who mewls when he shoves the dildo inside of him, eyes rolling back as he grabs his pretty cock too, stroking it with his fingers. he picks the pace and his back arches, "my god, fhucuuckk! oughh— i can't, i can't, too good, feels too good♡!". he lets out more moans as he jerks himself off furiously while shoving the dildo inside him deeper, making his back arch as pleasure courses through his veins. he gives on last thrust of the dildo in his needy hole, screaming out as he cums, fingers stroking himself faster to prolong his orgasm.

pervert!aether who cries out in pleasure as you draw out another orgasm from him, body convulsing in overstimulation and fingers pinching his nipples making sob. you were so deep in him, your cock was hitting his inside so perfectly, he just doesn't want to stop. "come on, baby. one more time, i'll fill you up nicely." you coo down at him, relishing his flushed face. he looks up to you and shakily nods, "don't stop, [name]..". pervert!aether who couldn't couldn't stop hiccups escaping his lip as your hips thrust in him and sweat dripping the sides of his face. "ah, ah, ah, fuckfuckfuck, yeees♡! faster! harder! fuck me, [name]!", he locks you in his hold, legs and arms wrapping around you and buries his head in the crook of your neck. pervert!aether who clenches around you, breath staggering as he feels you spill your cum in him, warmth filling up his insides. his ass lifts up a bit and grinds back on your cock, making sure your cum stays inside. he mewls out to you, words coming out in a slur, "don't pull out yet, [name]. it's hnghh— it's not enough. i need more of your cock, need it..♡".

[sweetiecutie]

AHHHH I NEED MORE KEEGAN IN MY LIFE PLEASE could you write some Keegan h/c?

Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader

Warnings: just general stuff, language, bad driving, NSFW under the cut, mdni, spit kink

A/n: it’s not a lot, but it’s better than nothing😌 Keegan is such a bad bitch, he deserves more attention

• Starting off - I’m pretty sure that Keegan would want a civil partner; someone not related to military and actually as far as possible from all the war stuff. First of all, it’s to avoid having constant fear of losing you on the battlefield - it’s a highly dangerous job, sometimes coming out alive is not only a matter of skills, but also pure luck. Secondly, the amount of trauma and emotional damage Keegan carries is more than enough for two people - he needs someone grounded and, well, more stable, someone who will be able to give him a piece of blissful domestic life, faraway from all the constant war Keegan lives in.

• Always referring to you as his girl in conversations with other people or when introducing you to someone new. “That’s Y/n - my girl” “That’s for my girl, she likes pink” “My girl doesn’t like the smell of smoke so I’m trying to quit”. It’s also a way of showing everyone that you’re his - letting others know from the very beginning that you’re taken and no one better try anything with his precious girl, otherwise a few bones will be broken.

• Gives off annoying older brother vibes. He’ll always playfully nag you, and it’ll only become worse once you start dating. Placing stuff on the highest shelves just to watch you struggle to get it yourself, drawing some silly doodles on your notes, messing with your makeup that you spent nearly an hour organising neatly, punching your favourite plushie just to get a rise out of you. And of course, constant bickering! “Keegan, can you pass me that book?” - “Fuck no” *passes the book*. “Keegan, I want some sushi” - “Well shit, what am I supposed to do about that?” *already placing an order online on his phone*

• Another amazing driver here. Keegan has horrible road rage, hitting the car horn aggressively, yelling most intricate insults out the window at whoever that happened to piss him off. I also have a feeling the he drives really fast and reckless, teasing you whenever you ask him to go slower - so you better always buckle up. And yes, he definitely got in a few minor accidents - scratching or leaving indents on other car’s bumper.

NSFW here~*•.

• And while we’re speaking of driving - just imagine giving him a sloppy noisy head while being stuck in a long traffic. Keegan is seething with hot anger, rolling his eyes on other drivers, lack of nicotine adding to his distress. And here’s a sweet lovely you trying your best to make Keegan feel at least a tad bit better, soothing his booming annoyance with your silky tongue swirling around throbbing shaft, cheeks hollowing to provide stronger suction, allowing Keegan to set the pace. And it seemed to work wonders on him - his nape against the headrest of driver’s seat, pretty blue eyes half lidded, staring at the car ceiling, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, feeling your throat wrapped around his cock.

• Oh, how nasty he is. Biggest spit kink ever - ordering to open your mouth nice and wide just to spit a thick globe of saliva in it, then closing your jaw and making sure that you swallow it. Will gladly let you spit in his mouth as well; loooves messy wet kisses - either during make out session or after you gave him head, slurping up your spit mixed with his cum from your lips and chin. Very often uses his spit as lube, or telling you to spit in his palm before spreading it all over his needy leaking cock, plunging it deep inside your warmth.

• A horndog. You never have to ask him if he’s in a right mood because yes, he is. He is always in the mood to fuck. Now, he always lets you know that it’s totally fine if you say no - Keegan will never pressure or guilt trap you into any kind of intimacy, no means no. You can always cuddle up together or do something fun like cooking, dancing or simply dorking around. But if your sexdrive happens to match his - oh boy, I’m sorry for your neighbours. Let’s just say - there’s hardly any surface in your flat that you didn’t fuck on.

• It’s nothing new, but this mug is cocky. Like, I don’t think he has unimaginably big dick - not small for sure, but not huge as well; but the way he works with it - a chef’s kiss. Keegan just knows how to angle his hips to massage that one spot within you, how you like your clit to be played with, how he quickly discovers and memorises all the sweetest spots of your body. “Aw, cumming already? I barely touched you, does it feel this good?” - he’d purr, curling three of his long fingers inside of your needy cunny, thumb flicking swollen clit while hot mouth sucks on perked up nipples.

• Daddy kink? Daddy kink😏

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[user211201]

Born to be a father

--- Originally posted on 2024-07-10 by breedertfs ---

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I'm a gay man in my early 20's. I know I'm young but I keep having these thoughts.....or this desperate need to be a father. I don't understand where it's coming from.

That's your body telling you how things are gonna be now, bro. This is your new normal.

It's in your muscle memory - even if you claim to have never wanted to be a breeder before now. This urge to spread your seed has been lying dormant in your DNA, just waiting for your desires to waken inside your throbbing cock and for the hunger for wet pussy to cloud your rational mind. Don't you love the way I talk about women and their bodies? The way the men in my stories just can't help but to suck on a pair of fat, bouncing tits? How their thick, slobby tongues want nothing more than to slide between some wet, slick pussy lips?

Imagine the squelch, the squirt, the sound of her high pitched moaning. The way her eyelids will flutter when you unleash your hot, thick load inside her.

You're rock hard, bro. Don't deny it. Your hips buck with pleasure, your package feels so fat and hot, your wide cock head rubbing the fabric of your underwear with each needy thrust you make. The young gay man who made his home inside your mind finds himself surrounded by a sudden harem of hot women, blondes and redheads and brunettes, all with their huge breasts exposed and their greedy fingers between their juicy thighs. This makes you moan in the outside world, your boner raging as you continue to gyrate, your work pants growing taut around your much stronger, hairier legs.

"Yeah, you like that, bitch?" an unfamiliar voice speaks from your lips, bristles of dark hair framing your strengthening jaw. Your hands grow larger and callused, reaching out in front of you and gripping around the waist of an imaginary slut. Your eyes turn dark and brooding, your once youthful face growing older and more grizzled. The strange voice continues to deepen and shift as you moan, your arms growing thick with muscle as your larger fingers pretend to reach towards a pair of jiggling tits. You swear you've never touched a set of breasts before, but your new body can conjure the feeling so easily, as if you were just squeezing a pair the very night before. Perky nipples under your fingertips, jiggling flesh in your palms. It's so natural. "Fuck. Tell Daddy what a needy whore you are."

Your once trendy hair pulls back into your scalp and darkens, becoming a close cropped masculine hairstyle. Your work clothes become more professional, colorful pastel shirt becoming a simple short sleeved blue button up, your khakis fading into simple denim. You're a straight man, after all. You don't feel the need to dress up or stand out. You just feel the need to push your cock into a wide open cunt, to feel the pussy juice accepting your shaft and allowing your nine inches to slide right in. Your nuts swell inside your underwear, full of virile seed that desperately wants to be fired into a waiting womb. You moan again, drool sliding down your stubbled chin, your expression taken over by primal lust.

The former you is still trapped inside his mind, staring at the group of women that have him cornered. To his horror, he watches as the moaning bimbos begin to cry out louder, reaching their soft hands up to grab their breasts as each of their tits begin to swell with milk. The old you watches in horror and amazement, all these big boobed beauties suddenly taking it to a new level, but your awe settles into shocked terror as suddenly all of the women begin to reach down to their stomachs, which begin to rapidly inflate as pussy juice squirts and runs down their trembling legs. In a matter of seconds, your fading former self is trapped with a harem of pregnant women. Everywhere you look is a wet cunt, a fat tit dribbling milk, a pair of kissable lips sighing a moan.

The old you doesn't stand a chance inside the mind of a breeder. He begins to shake, his image blurring and beginning to fade, all of his youth and former goals burning away to make room for the superior man who has made your body his home. Inside and out. This is you. The women in your mind are just memories of former and future conquests alike, an endless sea of women that will swell with your seed and raise your children. Nothing turns you on more than this. You have found your purpose in life.

And there's no shame in that. You want to be a father because you were quite literally born to be a father. And now, my dear friend, your new body is going to make sure you have no choice but to be fruitful and multiply.

Better clock in those hours at your new office job. You're gonna have a lot of hungry mouths to feed - and no shortage of women to impregnate.

[stvolanis]

ok ive seen you do farleigh start being the sweetest bf ever, but now do farleigh being a BULLY

oh my gosh i feel like REALISTICALLY, if Farleigh was in a relationship w/ someone he’d be such a tease/asshole!!! But like in an annoying boyfriend kind of way💕

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who you’ve been in a relationship with for a little over a year.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who goes out of his way to completely torment you. Putting things on higher shelves, just to laugh at you when you get onto the counter to reach it, but end up falling off. Of course, he’ll ask if you’re okay like a good boyfriend, but he’d still continue laughing while helping you back up.

“Stupid girl.” He’d Mutter with an eye roll. Yet, he secretly liked when you came to him when you were in distress.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who moves your clothes out of the bathroom, including your towel while you’re showering just to be able to see you naked with water dripping down your pretty body. You complain to him about how your freezing, but all he does is stare at you.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who isn’t abusive, at all, and is an amazing boyfriend—but does get a little rough when you pass by and he lays a heavy hand on your ass, making you wince. Or when you say something bratty and he’ll reach over and grab your throat, just to make sure you know who’s the one in control a little too tight.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who loves to pick on you over your sensitivity. “Such a crybaby.” He’d mock as you sniffled against him, rubbing your watery eyes as you watch the most reasonable movie to cry to, “the notebook”.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who sometimes doesn’t take your emotions about certain things seriously. For example, when he failed to remember the exact kind of dog you told him you wanted when you had randomly asked him if he remembered. He’d click his tongue in annoyance. “Okay, how am I supposed to remember that?” He’d defend, but get annoyed when you make a big deal out of it. (You’re kinda extra)

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who adores his little girlfriend, always so needy for him and his approval. You make him feel wanted and appreciated; his little sunshine. But, he would never say any of that outloud till he was on his deathbed. He liked that you chased for him, as toxic as it was.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who will 100% bully you, but makes sure you know he loves you. But dear god, forbid someone says something to you he doesn’t like—have mercy on their soul (and I’m not even religious). He has a mouth on him he uses to talk shit, so best believe he has some hands on him too that he isn’t afraid to use. Only he can’t torment you.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who fucks you like he hates you. Slapping, spitting, choking, biting, etc. He’ll whispers the most vile things to you while he pounds into your sopping cunt. “Such a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you? Always beggin’ f’my cock like a bitch in heat.” He’d coo at you mockingly, his breath fanning your neck.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who uses you as a stress reliever when he’s mad. Say Oliver pissed him off by fooling Felix into doing some random shit, he’d come into your shared room absolutely fuming. “Knees. Now.” Is all he’d have to mutter before you’re on your knees between his delicious thighs, hair in a ponytail. He loved your obedience.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who lowkey hates that you have a life outside of him cause like—what do you mean youre going out with Venetia? So he makes sure to remind you that he’s the only one who’ll treat you as good as he does before you leave by fucking you silly, cum dripping down your thighs.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who’s your biggest bully, but also your biggest supporter. Yes, he’ll make fun of you for a lot of stuff, but he’ll always make sure you know he loves you by little gestures like giving you things that remind him of you, getting your favorite food when you’re upset, etc. and it warms your little heart.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who goes a little too far one day with his taunting and mocking, to the point where you’re locked in the bathroom wiping your tears with your sleeves. “Baby, yknow im just messin’ around. Come out, Princess.” He’d say as he rattled the door handle. Never an apology leaving his mouth.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who bribes you to come out by promising to take you on a little shopping spree to your favorite make-up store, and obviously you come out cause like, who would pass up an offer like that? Not you, that’s for sure.

Mean! Farleigh Start! Who fucks you softer that night. Instead of slurs in your ear, you’re met with a few praises and tender kisses against your sweaty skin. He holds you after and doesn’t apologize, but you know that he’s sorry. And thats enough for you.

Mean Farleigh Start! Whos considerably nicer to you than other people. With you, at least, he tries to have a filter. He doesn’t with other people. He’s an absolute menace to society, no one is safe when it comes to his harassment, except for you. He’s not always an asshole to you, he can be sweet sometimes.

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[etherealxwitch]

warnings: smut (mdni!), mentions of oral (m receiving), double handjobs, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, slight degradation, facial, cum eating

(i wrote this so fast, pls be nice)

steve and eddie are both stroking their throbbing, leaking cocks over your face. their balls are filled with cum, and your face is begging to be covered in it. your knees hurt from how long you’ve been sitting, and your jaw hurts from keeping your mouth open, but you know better than to complain. and how could you complain when you’re about to get a face full of their cum?

“look at you,” eddie groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly. “so desperate for our cum that you’re whining for it.”

he was right. you were whining, moaning for their cum. anything to get a taste. even if that meant waiting patiently like a good slut.

steve looks down at you, his chest heaving with each breath he takes. “sitting there like a needy little bitch, just waiting for our cum.”

that statement alone had you moaning out loud, the impatience getting to you. you took matters into your own hands, literally. grabbing both of their cocks and stroking them fast, making sure to squeeze at the tip just how they liked it.

“sweetheart- fuck!” eddie threw his head back, cumming over your face first with a long, drawn-out groan of your name.

steve quickly came next, his words coming out in broken sobs. “oh- shit, shit, shit!”

your face quickly became covered. their cum drips from it as you lick your lips and swallow what you can. “oh my fucking god… that was amazing.”

you looked up at them, a fuzzy look on your face. your mascara was a mess, lips were swollen from all the stolen kisses, and the cum? to steve and eddie, you looked like a masterpiece.

steve and eddie reached down with their thick fingers and scooped up their cum, forcing your mouth open to suck them clean.

“next time,” eddie smirks down at you. “we’ll cum in both of your tight holes.”

[star-suh]

Best Hole

Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader

cw: top yuta, sub-ish slutty yn, cheating, breeding, blowjob, deepthroat, degradation, fingering, implied impregnation kink.

an: first story of this year!!, it was almost a month since i wrote something, i feel kinda rusty so ntm with this one 😭

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yuta was opening the door to his house while a tipsy yn was next to him. they both went out to celebrate that tomorrow is yuta's wedding, however, yn drank too much and ended up getting a little drunk so they had to return home.

“we're finally here” sighed yuta throwing the keys to the nearest table, then he lifted yn and took him to his bed.

they were both lying in the same bed when suddenly yuta feels yn rubbing himself on his leg, "yn what are you doing" the groom asked, yn didn't respond he just moaned, "umm.. yn?" he asked again. “i need you” were the only words that came out of his best friend mouth.

“what are you talking about yn? do you realize my wedding is in some hours… i-i can't fuck you..” yuta blurted out. “please no one would know about that” yn was so needy for yuta, his face was too red “please at least just for tonight”.

“you know i like it rough yn. how you're gonna walk tomorrow to attend my wedding?” yn didn't answered he just went straight to yuta's bulge and began to sniff it, “fine but just remember” yuta grabbed yn by his chin and made eye contact with him “i warned you, it's not gonna be my fault if you can't walk tomorrow” and with one gentle slap on yn's left cheek he unzipped his pants, freeing his big heavy cock “go on” the top demanded.

yn started to kiss the tip, licking some of the pre-cum. his tongue going up and down the shaft making sure to lick every vein and every inch of it. “look at you so needy for my cock, you're like a whore.. fuck.. a filthy one.. look at you gagging over a committed man's cock” said yuta between pants and whimpers. yn enjoyed how yuta was treating him, one of his hands went towards his pants, discarding it and then started to finger himself, “come yn i know you can do more than that. put it all inside you” ordered yuta. yn slowly went down, swallowing every inch little by little until it was all the way inside “there you go now hold on a little. breathe through your nose" the top reminded yn.

yn was making a mess with yuta's cock, he would kiss it, sniff it and then rub it all over his face leaving it soaked with the thick saliva, “look at you.. ahh~ so desperate for my cock” yuta laughed wiping some tears from yn's eyes. yn accelerated the pace of his blowjob, waiting eagerly to taste yuta's cum, “stop yn” he obeyed, "what's wrong?" he asked. "i want to cum .. but inside you" he panted, "come on, ride me" yuta lay back on the bed placing his hands behind his head and letting yn do all the work.

yn tried to take it all at once but it was so thick, the burning sensation of the stretch making him moan loudly "breathe a little" mentions yuta, and with just a thrust he manages to be completely inside the bottom, "shit, you're squeezing me too much" the tall one moaned "start moving those hips, you dirty slut”. yn's ass went up and down, yuta was amazed watching how his cock dissapeared inside that ass “you're taking me so well slut. not even my soon-to-be wife can take me all”. “shit yuta.. so am i better than your wife?” yn started to question him as a way to rile him up more “are you gonna fuck your wife like this?. everytime you fuck her you gonna think it's m–” yuta flipped him over not letting him finish the question, he was now lying with his back against the bed, yuta grabbed him by his knees, bringing them close to his chest and started drilling him "you're a filthy bitch, you know? i’m not going to stop until i fill you up with my cum”; “yes, please” yn moaned "i want it all inside me, give it all to me” he begged.

"tell me, even after getting married you're still going to give me your filthy hole huh? are you going to keep spreading these legs for me?" yuta asked feeling that delicious sensation in his lower tummy. “yes yuta, i will always be your bitch, this hole belongs to you so you can do whatever you want with it, let's make a lot of babies behind your eife's back”.

“for fuck's sake yn, shut your fucking mouth, heavens... if you keep talking like that, i’m not going to stop fucking you all night” yuta says, "is it a deal then? are you going to be my side bitch?" he questions to which yn responds quickly without thinking "yes yuta i’m just a hole for you to breed whenever you want”. that was yuta's last straw, he came inside yn's ruined hole, but he didn't take it out, something that make yn to look at him with concern, "i warned you not to keep talking like that, i guess we won't sleep tonight”

the next day during the wedding after party yuta was happy with his new wife celebrating and dancing, while yn was with slight dark circles under his eyes, a hoarse voice and struggling to walk, looking for some liquor to wet his throat “fucking yuta you almost destroyed me” he murmurs drinking all the content of the cup all at once.

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Smut Alphabet 🔞

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Considering he’s the sub/bottom, you’ll probably being doing more of the aftercare.

He does love to hold you till you fall asleep though. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Besides your hips/waist (fluff alphabet), i think he’d be a tits guy.

Big or small, he loves watching them bounce when your riding him. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves cumming on your stomach or inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lowkey would share you with Sam if you wanted. 

He’s kind of a cuck.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None. You were his first, that’s part of the reason he’s so needy and dtf, he just can’t believe someone as hot as you really wants to fuck him. 

(Plus all those years of pent up sexual frustration)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl!

He’s obsessed with you dominating him and taking control.

Mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious, you won’t ever catch him making a joke.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Darker than his hair and straight.

Keeps it nicely trimmed for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Pretty intimate. I wouldn’t say he’s romantic though.

But he’ll definitely be telling you how good your making him feel, how beautiful you are, feeling up your whole body and worshipping it. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was single: daily. Either watching porn, or thinking about you.

Now: only when you aren’t in the mood (or if you wanna watch him)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, mommy/daddy, femdom, edging, orgasm control, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, mutual masturbation/watching each other masturbate, dry humping, oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed or the couch. 

When he was living with his parents: his desk or bed.

Imagine sucking him off or cockwarming him while he’s working. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything about you, really.

He’s pretty easy to arouse. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degrading/verbal humiliation.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Equally loves both.

Cumming down your throat is amazing, but he also loves to serve you and make you feel good.

Honestly once he starts going down on you, he won't stop until you tell him to. He loves it so much.

A lot of times he'll get so horny from it that he'll grind on the bed until he cums.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s a needy little bitch, so fast and hard. 

He fucks like a rabbit in heat. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, he’d have one anytime you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mostly down to experiment, i don’t think he’s into anything extreme or really painful though.

He’d be down for some mild CBT maybe.

Risk wise, he’d def fuck you in the bathhouse locker room. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last quite a while if he’s being edged.

Otherwise he cums a little quick. 

But it’s kind of adorable, you just feel so good and look so hot that he can’t help but cum in just a few minutes.

But to make up for his quick finish, he can go multiple rounds.

Would absolutely overstimulate himself until he’s crying if it means he gets to stay inside you.

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

He doesn’t own any, but if you had some he’d absolutely use them. (on you or him)

Like… 

Vibrators, cock rings, fleshlights, etc... 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can’t tease, he sucks at it.

But man he loves it when you do it. 

Moving past him and “accidently” grinding your ass on his crotch >>

Doing little things throughout the day to turn him on, just to make him wait till that night to get off. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So loud and vocal.

Lots of whines, whimpers, and moans. 

Probably a lot of begging too <3

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Prefers hentai over "real" porn.

Imagine jerking him off while he’s watching hentai!?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About 6.5 inches and average girth, maybe leaning to the thicker side.

A little veiny and curved upwards.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Semi-high, he’d love to fuck at least once a day, even if it’s just a quickie.

But he’ll happily accommodate to your sex drive, whether it’s lower or higher.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits until your ready for bed.

Holds you like a teddy bear as you two fall asleep.

[rafesgoldrings]

Sex Tape (Camboy!R.C)

Warnings: SMUT, like pure filth, degradation, face slapping, P in V, fingering, oral (f receiving), cream pie, Rafe is kind an asshole at times, but also not really, he’s just condescending and has a big dick ego, spitting (Rafe spits in readers mouth one time), Rafe calls himself daddy once, choking, sex on a live stream?, Rafe is a cam boy name calling (bitch, dumb, slut, whore, needy), pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), sex tape, mention of shower sex, not proofread

A/N: I’m not really a fan of how this turned out because I am my biggest critic, but I hope that you all enjoy it, thank you to @congratsloserr for requesting this🫶🏻

“Don’t get shy on me baby, show everyone this pretty, sloppy, dripping cunt” Rafe cooed at you, his hands moving to pull apart your thighs. His fingers brushed against your swollen clit causing you to let out a small whine, the comments going crazy at the sound. A new wave of arousal going through you when you remembered the deal you made with Rafe that got you here.

You’d asked Rafe if you could be in one of his shows, eager to see how he felt during them, and he agreed. But only if he could record his own copy for when he wasn’t able to fuck you in person, you’d agreed and the livestream was planned for tonight. His final words before you’d left the room to get ready being “I’m going to make you my pretty little pornstar baby, the whole world is going to love you”.

You were dressed in baby pink, lacey lingerie and had your makeup done nice and pretty. You wanted to make a good impression on Rafe’s viewers knowing how much they adored him, and god they fucking loved you. As soon as you appeared on screen, the comments just flooded in praising you. Telling Rafe they’d do anything to see you naked, to see you fall apart, that you were so fucking gorgeous, it made your heart swell in content and his cock swell with excitement.

He’d pulled you into his lap, your front facing the camera, and began toying with you. His fingers pulling and pinching at your nipples, hands roaming all over your body and claiming it as his, lips peppering kisses along your neck and jawline. He’d removed your bra, grabbing your tits in both hands and pushing them together before lightly bouncing them, smirking when you whined and squirmed in his lap. He received tip after tip, each one having a comment attached about your tits or cunt, and smirked in amazement at the camera.

“I think they like you baby” your eyes fluttering as you moaned from the praise. One of his hands moved down to your thong, that was now soaked through, and slid inside it. He smeared around your wetness, rubbing your puffy clit, before sliding two fingers inside you and groaning at how much you gripped them.

“So fucking tight, such a needy cunt. Sucking my fingers in so much” he spoke to the camera, fingers increasing their tempo. Your moans and the wet lewd sounds of your cunt being pounded echoing into the room. Your head rolled back against Rafe’s shoulder, his other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. The feeling of his fingers curling against the spongy part of your cunt mixed with the pressure around your throat had your eyes rolling back and body trembling as you gushed around his fingers.

“Yeahhhh, that’s my girl. Make a mess on my fingers”

You rode out your high, grinding into his fingers until it was too much, and slouched into his lap. Chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, thighs still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He removed your panties, letting the camera see your glistening cunt still slick with your release, before sliding his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean. His hands gripped your jaw and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, smearing your lip gloss everywhere, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

“Rafe, please fuck me” you whined, feeling his cock pressing into your ass. He let out a small chuckle, asking the viewers if they thought you deserved his cock. He got varying responses, some saying you’d been so good and deserved it, others saying you need to beg for it more, some downright saying you didn’t deserve his cock at all.

“Awe baby,” a frown on his face as he spoke in a condescending tone “that was so fucking pathetic. ‘Rafe, please fuck me’ you can beg better than that” he slapped your cheek and looked at you with a stern expression.

“Pretty please fuck me, I need your cock inside my tight cunt so bad. Make me your little cum slut Rafe please” brows furrowed as you grinded against his cock, your voice coming out broken and in between moans. He smirked in satisfaction, moving to pin you on your back against the mattress and hovering over you.

“That’s better, there’s the needy fucking whore I know you are. See guys, she just needed a little discipline and she’s a dumb slutty bitch again” laughing at the pathetic whine that slipped past your lips.

He slowly dragged the tip of his cock up and down your dripping slit, brushing against your clit every so often and moaning at the friction. You reached up to grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth and battling for dominance that you knew you’d lose, when he slid his cock inside you. Letting out a loud groan at how fucking easily he slipped inside, your cunt clenching around him as your fingers moved to his back. Your nails dug into his skin as you scratched down his back, Rafe hissing in pain, when his cock brushed against your G spot.

“F-fuck Rafe. You’re so big. Feels so, fuck, so good” his lips pulled away from marking your neck to brag to the viewers.

“Yeah baby, daddy’s cock is just so big. Only cock that makes this greedy cunt happy yeah?”

When you didn’t answer his question, he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed…hard. Your eyes shot open as your vision went fuzzy, Rafe’s eyes narrowed at you. “Answer me slut, tell me my cock is the only cock that makes this needy cunt happy. Tell me i’m the only one good enough to fuck you”

“Your, fuck Rafe, your cock i-is the only cock that mmm makes my cunt happy. You’re the, the only one g-good enough to fuck me” you managed to get out, voice strained from being choked and through the small whimpers that escaped you each time his cock brushed against that spot inside you.

He let out a loud groan, thrusting into you at an increased tempo. Hips snapping against yours, lips attaching to your neck again as your hands roamed his back and tangled into his hair, balls slapping against your ass. Tips continued pouring in, telling you what a good girl you were, telling Rafe his cock was so fucking big and perfect, how good you both worked together, it made you feel like you were on cloud nine. If this was the shit Rafe heard on the daily, you understood why he kept going, it was exciting. It was erotic, knowing thousands of people were watching Rafe turn you into nothing but a babbling cock slut turned you on so much. Especially when this was the tape Rafe was keeping for himself, the degradation and rough dom act he was putting on for show just making the sex even better.

“Hey hey, you still with me princess? Or did I fuck you stupid already?” a smirk on his face as he spoke in a condescending tone, lightly slapping your cheek repeatedly with his hand. Your eyes met his, dark and glazed over, and you nodded your head. To which question you didn’t know, maybe both. You couldn’t think straight, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix hindering your thoughts.

“Look at that, little sluts gone stupid. Isn’t she cute? Everyone tell her how cute she looks all fucked out and dumb on cock. She loves that shit, loves being praised for being such a fucking cock whore” more donations came through, all of them repeating what Rafe had told them to. The robotic voice echoing in the room as each donation was read aloud, mixing with the lewd noises from you and Rafe, the sound of skin slapping together.

You could feel the fire in your belly growing hotter and hotter, your cunt clenching around Rafe’s cock over and over again like it was determined to keep him inside. The small moans you’d been letting out became louder and more frequent, your nails digging into Rafe’s back and leaving marks. “Rafeee, ‘m going to come”

“I know baby, can feel you clenching around me so damn tight. Come for me baby, fucking come on my cock” you threw your head back as you came, screaming his name over and over again, as his cock twitched inside you and filled your cunt full. Groaning as he licked and bit your tits, marking them up for everyone to see, and giving a few final thrusts. He laid on top of you for a minute so you both had time to slightly recover before crawling between your legs and looking up at you.

You scrunched your brows together and looked down at him, clit still throbbing and cum leaking out of you. He gave you a dark smirk, looking back at the camera and grabbing it for a close up of your slit. Your cunt clenched around nothing when you saw it on the screen, dripping cum and glistening, and then the view of your fucked out face when he panned the camera over your entire body. He let out a small chuckle before placing it back in the tripod, and attached his lips to your clit. You let out a loud whine, hands tangling in his hair and trying to push him away. “Rafe, ‘s too much. Can't take anymore” your body still shining with sweat, chest heaving and eyes fluttering shut, exhaustion threatening to take over.

“Shh shh baby, I know. But you can give me one more can’t you sweetheart? Let me see how good we taste together” he coaxed, smiling against your clit when you whined out a small ‘yes’.

His tongue ran between your folds before sliding inside your leaking hole, lapping up every drop that was inside and bringing his thumb to your clit. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to wash over you, vision blurring, legs shaking and clamping around his head keeping him trapped, fingers tightly gripping his hair. You forgot there was thousands of people watching, slightly blacking out as you gushed around Rafe’s tongue. It was only when an influx of tips came in saying ‘holy shit, you’ve got yourself a squirter’ and ‘she’s so lucky, he just made her squirt all over his face’ that you came back to reality.

He was looking up at you with a satisfied smirk, face glistening with your release as he pulled back. He told you to open your mouth, spitting into it and telling you to swallow. You did as you were told and opened your mouth again, tongue sticking out, to show him it was gone. He called you a good girl, telling you ‘see how fucking good we taste together baby? fucking made for each other’ and then a few seconds later he walked over to the camera that was sitting on the desk in front of you to say his goodbyes, telling everyone he’d see them in the next stream and to have a horny rest of their night or day. You watched the stream end and Rafe click a few things, presumably saving the tape to a private folder to go in and edit later so it was just the two of you with no interruptions.

“You did so good baby, I'm proud of you” he said quietly, moving to the bed so he could hold you in his arms for a bit. You gave him a lazy smile and snuggled into his chest, the two of you just staying like that in silence and enjoying each other's presence after the intense scene.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” you couldn’t help but laugh, pulling away to look at him.

“No, god I loved every second of that Rafe. Made me so horny” he felt his cock twitch again at your low raspy voice, not even done intentionally but because of the loud moans and screams you’d done all night.

“Good good…let’s go get cleaned up yeah? We reek of sex, maybe you can show me how much you loved it while we get cleaned up?” a cheeky smile on his face as you laughed and shook your head.

“You’re such a guy Cameron. No way, just a normal shower”

“Well it was worth a shot” he spoke in faux disappointment, grabbing a pair of boxers for him and a large t-shirt for you and walking to his bathroom.

That night, you did end up having shower sex and ended up with not one sex tape, but two. He’s very persuasive.

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[lillypad910]

could you write more big dick billy smut maybe with some cock worship vibes 🫣🤭

Warnings: smut, cock worship, oral (m receiving), little bit of a breeding kink

You sat on your knees on the floor, your nose buried into Billy's crotch. You breathed in his stench, his large cock right in your face. You kiss along the shaft, just happy to be given the chance to show it love. Billy can't help but smirk at your neediness.

Ever since he'd fucked you stupid with his big dick you'd beg him to let you worship it. You will sit at his feet, naked and just kiss, lick, and suck his fat cock till the tip is angry and he can't wait any longer to shove it into your soaked cunt.

"You look so pretty like this. Down on your knees." He smirks at you. Your eyes glance up at him and he can practically see the hearts in them. "Like when you worship me. Love when you know your place."

You whimper, your cunt clenching around nothing as you move the tip into your mouth, sucking on the head of his cock. It always amazes you how just the tip can fill your mouth perfectly.

You suck and slurp, the wet noises that come from you fill his room. It is a good thing no one is home, no one is able to see you be pathetic for his cock. Billy wraps his fingers into your hair, pushing your mouth further down on his cock.

"That's it, Baby." He groans as he watches you take the whole length with minimal resistance. He's used your throat enough times know you're whole body has practically reshaped itself for him. "Take it all like a good bitch."

You bob your head, sucking on him just like he showed you. Billy needed to help you after the first few times of him fucking you, you could barely take him all then. You use the moments he lets you pull up just enough to breath, but it's not enough to keep your brain from going a bit loopy.

"That's enough," He orders, and you pull up off him, your eyes looking up at him so pleading.

"Please, Billy..." You beg, reaching your hand up to wrap it around the base of his cock, "wanna show you how much I just love your cock."

Billy lets out a small chuckle, watching as you lower your head again, sucking on his heavy balls. "Fine, but only a bit longer." He can't help but smile at how happy his approval makes you. "I wanna fuck that pussy of yours full."

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[romanarose]

Cola

Chubby!Francisco Morales x fem!reader

Summary: Frankie loves how you taste so sweet…. “My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola”

Content and warnings: Pussy eating like a mad man, ass eating, madly in love, desperately horny, feral Frankie, object insertion, fucked with a foreign object, don’t do this at home, premature ejaculation 💕

Immersivity: reader is AFAB and wears dresses, uses she/her

A/n: inspired by all them pics of Pedro in the Coca Cola shirt… yummy. Finals are DONE and it’s time for my return after a month of no fics!

Special thanks to @hornystan for proofreading and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for this amazing header! Thank you for making my return so special

Support writers, reblog and comment!

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Surely, this was what heaven was like.

Sprawling green meadows and rolling hills, your handsome husband flying you out on a helicopter to a private property. A wicker basket full of a picnic he packed himself had been tossed aside in favor of you humping Frankie’s leg as you both laid on the quilted blanket.

“Baby,” Frankie chuckles, eyes closed tight and nose scrunched up a little as you peppered his scruffy beard with kisses. Sunshine warmed your back in your red sundress, Frankie’s large hands pushing it up and over the swell of your ass cheeks. “We haven't even had lunch yet.”

“Don’t care, need you.” You mutter between kisses, desperately rutting against your dear lover like a bitch in heat.

“But the ice will melt!”

“Don’t. Care.” You kiss his sweet, pudgy face covered in salt and pepper facial hair. “Need. You.”

Frankie laughs again, but his strong arms lift you off his full tummy. “Baby, it’s hot out,” he smiles and sits up, prompting you to do the same despite your cute little pout. “C’mon, have a drink.” He reached into the basket where a few cola bottles sat in a tin bucket? full of ice next to some sandwiches and fruit he cut up himself, just for you. Sweet, sweet man. You packed his favorite, homemade red velvet cupcakes. The cream cheese icing was sitting in the iced tin along with the cola, ready to be added to the cupcakes, nice and chilled.

He opens a bottle, placing the lid inside the basket, careful not to litter, but you don’t drink right away. Instead, you watch as his hands flex to open another bottle, tilting his head back to chug it. His profile was immaculate. Your eyes scan down, taking in the curve of his nose, his softened jawline, plush lips wrapped around the tip of the bottle… but quickly move to his throat. He was a marvel, Adam's apple bobbing and a small trickle of cola down his neck…

With a refreshed, “ah!” Frankie places his trash in the basket, folds in his creasing stomach twisting as he turns. When he looked back, his eyes went wide. First, his eyes went to your discarded panties. Then to you. There you sat, legs spread open and bent, holding your coke bottle in one hand and pumping your desperate, needy pussy with the other. “Jesus, baby…” He licks his lips and you lament the leftover sweetness on his skin wicked away before your tongue could taste how the sugar mixed with his sweat.

“Frankie…” You whine, desperate and mewling for his touch, your desire so intense there was no way you could wait for lunch to end. No way in hell. Tears pricked at your eyes from the burn of the sun and the overwhelming need you had for him. It was always like this with Francisco, intense and burning and all-consuming even after all these years. It didn’t matter, you still fucked like there was no one else on the planet. To him, and certainly to you, there wasn’t.

Frankie mumbled a swear under his breath, his own chest heaving and already tight pants growing tighter. He orders you to lay down and like a good girl, you obey but he stops you. Frankie takes off his hat and plops it down on your head. “For your eyes.” With that, he kisses your lips and you get to taste the lingering traces of his drink. Then, he pushes you down.

*

You clutch the cold, undrank coke bottle in one hand, Frankie’s sweaty brown curls in the other, the bill of his hat protects your eyes from the sun. You were two orgasms in, drenched in sweat and probably smelling terrible, but he didn’t care.

“Baby?” Frankie asked, making your eyes flick down to him. His eyes were wide and wet, intense and brown. Fuck, he was handsome.

You’re panting, but answer him. “Yeah?”

“I’m real thirsty…”

Normally, you would assume he’s talking about wanting to drink your cum, lap at your pussy as you squirt all over him, hips bucking against his mustache… but honestly, it was hot and you assumed he wanted a drink.

“Here” You hand him the coke bottle in your hands sweetly, sitting up as you do but Frankie orders you to lie down as he grabs it.

You look at him confused but do as he says. Frankie always took care of you, you trusted him, so you laid back down on the heavy quilt, feeling the grass move under the weight of your head.

Knelt before you, Frankie looked a bit of a mess. His curls were all over the place, brown curls every which way, as sweaty as his beard was wet. It wasn’t even that hot a day, but you were working up an appetite.

“You belong to me, right?” He asks you, eyes roaming over your body up and down in your pretty sundress. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, like it was taking everything in him right now not to pounce on you like a werewolf. Francisco’s hands move up and down your bent legs, a sheen of sweat gliding them down, fingernails lightly digging into the meat of you r thighs as if only a thread of sanity was preventing him from digging his claws in and making you subject to his insatiable hunger.

“Yeah baby.” You whisper, breathy but without hesitation. “Every inch.”

Francisco's eyes were locked into yours, pupils black as night, threatening to swallow the whites of his eyes. “Tilt your hips up for me.”

Confused but obedient, you feel your brows furrow as you reach under yourself and hold your hips up. Your eyes couldn’t leave his, not if you tried, his hands so steady and sure he didn’t even need to look down as he slowly inserted the tip of the opened coke bottle into your tight hole. You gasped, though not so much at the intrusion; his fingers hadn’t stretched you yet, but you were used to taking his whole cock. No, the bottle was cold. Not freezing, not after being out of the ice a few minutes, but cold. Francisco pauses, eyebrows cocked in a question of your comfort.

You didn’t want him to stop. “Keep going.”

With a growl, it takes everything in him not to shove the full bottle straight up your cunt, but he knows better. Instead, he took his time. The first time he inserted the foreign object. Once he knew you were okay, all bets were off. Francisco vigorously pumped you, forcing your eyes to tear away from his as you lost yourself in pleasure, feeling the cool drink pour into your channel.

“Such a needy little pussy… she’s so desperate, isn’t she? She just needs to be stretched and filled all the time…”

“Fuck! Frankie! Shit, that feels - ohmyfuckinggod - so good! You feel so good, fuck, I love you so m- shit!” You were approaching a third orgasm, the fizzing of the carbonation a strange sensation in your sensitive insides, and his cock hasn’t even been inside you yet. Frankie couldn’t stop staring at your pussy, licking his lips and palming the erection in his jeans. He had so far been neglected, edging himself in order to bring you, and subsequently him, as much pleasure as possible. Your pleasure was his, your lust was his, your pretty cunt was his to do as he pleased. He could play games with you, shove whatever he wanted into whatever holes and you’d let him… but Frankie didn’t get off on humiliation, he got off on you.

He watched your pussy lips repeatedly swallow the bottle, bits of coke and cum leaking out of you as he began to overwhelm your body. His hand squeezed his dick, throbbing in his pants and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d have to recuperate and fuck your face into the grass after lunch. Right now, though… he was thirsty.

Frankie yanked your hands out from under you, pulling the bottle out as you whimper and feel the leftover spill all over your pussy and thighs. That would be annoying later, but that didn’t matter now, not when your loving, adorable husband was dropping to his stomach and latching his lip around your hole. Frankie was drinking coca cola out of your cunt.

He lapped and sucked and licked and drank, the pop fizzling out on your pussy lips as Francisco, whining and crying into your cunt as he came, desperately licked every inch of you. He needed to make this last, he needed to taste every drop, tasting your thighs for the sweet you were so desperate to suck off his lips a moment ago. His tongue was impossible to please, spreading your asscheeks to taste what had trickled down. Only when he seemed to run out of energy, his orgasm satiated, did he slow. You could feel the wetness from his eyes on your lips.

“I just love you so fucking much.” He kissed your swollen, fucked out pussy and closed his eyes, head resting on your thigh as his eyes drooped. He must’ve really tuckered himself out. “So sweet for me.”

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Please consider reblogging, if this flops I’ll scream

Inspo comes from Ozzie’s amazing Joel fic, beer bottle insertion

If this does well I’ll write part 2 with reader licking that cream cheese off his dick….

Thank you to everyone who has been supporting me through a difficult month, it has not always been easy between school, and everything that happened, but I got through it and I’m looking forward to something new. I finished up all my assignments and papers even though it was absolute chaos lol and now all I have left is a couple online next semester and then I graduate. 💕💕💕💕

Each and everyone of you so so much, please take care of yourselves!

[visualbutterflysworld]

girl you write sub!vininie so good i love it 🫦

gotta request for you !!!

if you haven’t already, how about one where vin & reader get into an argument because some girl commented on vinnies insta post (reader and vin have been together for a few months, but they’re relationship is private), so no one knows he’s not single.

the girl is so obviously hitting on / flirting w vin but he tells reader it’s not like that and that he swears up and down he only wants her

reader doesn’t fully believe him so she takes matter into her own hands and shows him who he’s with and who he belongs too

it’s to the point where she’s got him moaning and whining n callin her mommy (need this man like that rn thank yewww 😇)

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE , im not used to requesting stuff but i feel like you would do an amazing job w this idea !!! <33

Streets | Vhackerr

warning: smut, low-key rough?, sub!vinnie, argument?, jealousy, organism denial, unprotected(birth control),

I gotcha !! This was supposed to come out tmr but I felt nice today.

Rage. Rage was what filled you. Vinnie had just posted on instagram and the comments were just him getting hit on and it pissed you off more today than usually.

Maybe it was because Vinnie decided to respond to one. This blue eyed bitch decide it would be cute to flirt with Vinnie in the comments and to him it seemed innocent but to you it wasn't.

This was one of the problems Vinnie and you faced since being in a private relationship. You knew how his fans could get and you liked your privacy. You not being in the limelight at all made things easier for you guys but, it was times like this where you wished he would make it public.

"Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Vinnie shouted. "No, because you're just coming up with excuses on why she wasn't flirting with you." I said plainly. Vinnie sighed before wrapping his arms around you. "Baby, does it really matter? I only want you, you know that." "Really?" I scowled at him.

"Yes, tell me what you want, love. Do you want me on my knees?" I watched as Vinnie slowly began to fall to his knees. His hands resting on the back of my thighs. "I'll do anything you want to make you believe I'm yours." Vinnie said giving me puppy eyes.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Touch yourself." I commend. "W-what?" Vinnie asked. "Touch yourself. Right here. Right now." I demanded. I heard the faintest whimper before Vinnie unbutton his pants and pulled out his number. He slowly began to stroke himself. "Like this mommy?" Vinnie stared up at me without stopping. I hummed in approval. I let him do this for a few seconds before telling him to speed up.

His head thrown back in pleasure. "Mommy, I'm about to come." "You are?" "Mmh." "Stop." I told him. Vinnie's eyes shot open as he paused his actions. "You don't get to come." I shrugged. "What? But. I." Vinnie stumbled his words. I kneeled down so we were eye to eye. "Good boys get to come and you haven't been a good boy now have you?" I asked.

Vinnie pouted, tears building up in his eyes almost. "I-I guess not." He swallowed. "That's correct. So you won't come unless I tell you so." I stood up and took a mental picture of this version of Vinnie. "I have work to do so find something to do."

Listen, I know it was mean but he had to learn who he belong to and he needed a good reminder. "Y/nnn." Vinnie whined. It had been a few hours and we were now in bed. "Y/n please. I need to come. I've been a good boy these past few hours. I even delated her comments, mommy." He kissed my neck.

“Is that so.” I move my hand down his waistband, slowly rubbing him. Poor thing had soaked his boxers. He moaned loudly from the contact. “Y-yes.” He began to claw at my beasts. Rubbing and squeezing them.

“I want one.” He whined. “What do you want baby?” “One of your boobs.” I smiled at his neediness. I stop stroking him. He pouted and whined but I quickly undressed him and myself. “Fuck, mommy. You’re so pretty.” He reached for me but I smacked his arms away. “No. No touching until I say.” I slowly crawled onto him and slowly lowered myself. Both of us moaning at the contact. I began to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck, m-mommy.” “Tell me, who does this dick belong to?” I place my hands on his chest holding myself up. “You, mommy! All you! Please, let me touch you.” He cried. I began to move faster. “Say it again! Who fucks you this good? Who gets you this hard?” I asked. “You, Y/n! Mommy! Fuck i-.” He threw his head back. “Please let me touch you.”

I leaned down and kissed his neck. “Touch me baby. Touch mommy wherever you want.” I whispered and a bunch of thank yous came out as he began to touch me all over. “Fuck mommy, I’m gonna come.” I fasten my pace. I moved my hand around his neck. Giving him a good squeeze.

“You’re gonna come?” He nods. “Look at me.” He struggles at first but looks at me. “I’m the only one who makes you come! You understand that?” He wraps his arms around my back fucking back into me. “Yes, mommy. Only you can make me come!” He yelled out.

I kiss him roughly and fasten up. “Gonna be a good boy and come with me?” I ask. He nods furiously. I kiss him roughly. “Then come baby. Come with me.” I whisper in his ear and let out a moan as I feel my climax take over me. He moans out and I feel him shoot a large load inside me. He fucks us through our high before he falls back on the bed, taking me with him.

We lay there awhile trying to catch our breath. Him still inside me. “I think we should let the public know you’re taken.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “Sounds good.” As he tightens his hold on me. “Good.”

🧍🏽‍♀️ ummm hope y’all enjoyed?

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington x reader | TW: BDSM, mentions of Steve’s trauma | Steve has been through a lot of pain. One of the ways he works through and releases that pain is by reclaiming it, and owning it through his sexuality. And he’s so lucky to have you in his life, someone he can trust with the responsibility of helping him heal 🥀

Precum dripped from Steve’s cock, slicking the ground where he knelt. “Please,” he begged, his request little more than a whimper. “Please let me-.”

Your hand came down hard across Steve’s cheek, the sound of your palm cracking against his skin reverberating in the small, sweaty, dimly-lit room.

“NO,” you spat at him, saliva hitting his face. “You can’t come until I say you can, Steve…”

He whimpered again, testing his restraints. Steve knew the handcuffs you’d locked him in weren’t budging, but he still had a primitive, natural instinct to ‘fight back.’

Steve had been restrained before. The first time, it hadn’t been sexual at all. Steve had been interrogated, beaten, tortured, and all while being tied in a chair, like an animal. He’d been punched in the head more times than he could count, slapped and spit on and everything in between.

Somewhere, in the midst of all that brutality, a switch had flipped in Steve’s brain. Now, when he was feeling particularly needy, when he hadn’t come in a long time, he craved darker, rougher play during sex. His therapist suggested it was Steve’s way of gaining some leverage over the trauma he’d experienced. By re-enacting the type of abuse Steve had endured, reframing it in a safe space with a safe person, Steve gained some power over a situation that had left him powerless.

Steve was in control here, in spite of the fact that he was stripped naked and restrained by three different pairs of handcuffs, his wrists bound to his ankles. Even though you had restrained Steve and were responsible for every slap and insult thrown at him today, he was still in control. This was his show, despite how it may have looked to an outsider.

Everything you did to Steve, he wanted you to do. He’d asked you to do. The trust you had for one another was absolute, which made you and Steve exceptional play partners for each other.

“You know that begging gets you nowhere,” you taunted him, smirking down at Steve’s neglected cock as it bobbed in front of him. “So why keep it up? If you want to come, you have to say the magic word…”

Steve sucked in a breath, then licked the sweat off his lips. “Eat shit,” he glared up at you.

SMACK. Three times in a row, for Steve’s rude behavior, on the right cheek, left cheek, and the right again. His cock wept softly, twitching at the stimulation. “We can do this all night,” you told him, as you walked to a nearby table of supplies. “But until you say the magic word-.” You chose a paddle from the table, and turned back to face Steve. “-You’re my bitch. And only I get to decide when my bitch comes, or if he comes at all…”

SMACK. Steve’s whole body jerked; you’d spanked his cock with the paddle this time. A sticky string of arousal clung to the instrument. Steve was beginning to reach a point of desperation, that sweet spot of being so totally aroused, so hard and fuck-hungry that his need to come was forcing a state of delirium in his brain.

SMACK. Steve knew he couldn’t last much longer. If he didn’t come soon, he’d go crazy. And when he did come, it would be fucking amazing. Steve always had the most intense, long-lasting orgasms when he’d been edged like this for hours in a row. He had reached delirium. All he had to do was say the magic word…

“(Y/N),” Steve whimpered, his head lolling forward in defeat. “(Y/N)….please, (Y/N)…”

And that was it. Your name, the magic word.

You knelt down in front of Steve, praising him, softly stroking his cheek. “That’s my boy,” you cooed sweetly. “That’s my good boy. It’s time to make you feel better…”

Your fingers wrapped around Steve’s cock, and he hissed at the moment of contact. Every one of his senses was on fire, but nothing felt as intense as the way your hand felt around his aching, abused cock.

You pumped his shaft in your fist gently at first, knowing that by this point, Steve had reached a point of arousal that bordered on pain. When you sensed that Steve could handle more aggressive stimulation, you began to fuck his cock in your hand harder, faster, your grip increasing. Steve’s body once again jerked, sweat dripping from his forehead into your hair as he watched your hand working him expertly, like you always did.

Steve shouted when he came, a desperate cry of relief, his cock spurting semen onto your wrist, your chest, covering his knees in his own cum. Tears fell down Steve’s cheeks, his chest heaving, grunting while watching load after load spill from his tip.

After he’d finished, you again praised Steve. You kissed him softly and wiped his disheveled, sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. Kneeling behind Steve, you undid his restraints, sitting on the ground beside him and massaging the soreness from his wrists and ankles.

Steve curled into you, laying his head in your lap, his breath gradually returning, his body going soft and still in your arms. You hummed a soothing melody for Steve, giving him all the time he needed to come down after such an intense release.

When he looked up at you and smiled, you knew that Steve was back. He was better, satisfied, ready to face whatever life put in front of him. His resilience was strengthened, his body and mind stronger and happier than they’d been before.

“Ready for a bath?” you asked, and Steve nodded into the curve of your arm. “I’d like that,” he replied contentedly, grinning as you helped him to his feet…