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phonkscribes · 1 year ago
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Still.
Perhaps he just liked to annoy you, or maybe he's curious because he hasn't ever seen you... upset or expressive much beyond the disdain you carry when dealing with demons and the like. You're not gruff, but you're not soft spoken either. Perfectly balanced, right in the middle, holding this weird indifference to your character. When trying to get under your skin, he finds that his actions have consequences, which only adds to your allure.
In which Dante is put in his place, for once, by none other than the (AMAB)Reader.
Minors DNI.
You were reading over something you'd borrowed from the library, a book that you could find that pertained to demonology. It was filled with all sorts of information, with diagrams of horned beasts and chained monsters that you've fought before. There wasn't anything else that you really wanted to read, but you didn't know what else to do with your down time. You could only refine your skills and sharpen your blade so many times a day before even that didn't offer anything more than the burn in your muscles and the familiar ache of stretching your limbs for practice. You're human, weaker in comparison to the boss of your agency, but not inferior in the slightest.
Dante had come to acknowledge that from watching the way you'd dance around the battlefield, holding yourself upright and with poise despite the circumstances. Death didn't scare you, even if he thought you could be a little concerned with it. Though... knowing that you could handle yourself without his help was a comforting thought. He'd walked in the lobby of the Devil May Cry, leaning on the door way as he observed your resting expression. Even when resting you were so serious, lighten up a bit will ya?
He approaches, as you have your head down, but you're already quite aware. How could you not be? He leans his arms down on the couch, looking at you with a certain glint to his sky blue eyes.
"So... whatcha readin'?", he asks casually.
"Alighieri's Beastiary on the Nine Circles", you muse dully, flipping a page to look at a rather unpleasant demon.
Funny that you've yet to see the famed little red bastard with red horns and a spiked tail that people think of when they hear the world 'devil'. This one had a wide, gaping maw with teeth that were too straight and too white within its blackened gums.
"Ah, I see", Dante nods, as if he's read it before.
He wasn't much for reading himself, but that didn't mean that he too didn't happen to indulge in the literary arts from time to time. There were the greats like Liefeld and Nicieza. He preferred short stories, packed with action like his own. Although at the moment, he could care less about what lied on the pages. Dante reaches forward and swipes the book from your hands, not really paying attention to the grinning demon in your book. He was more focused on how you'd react.
The reaction is delayed, as if you're not quite able to process why the book had been removed from your hands as he looked it over. Dante chuckled when you turned your head to glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.
"Give that back", you state calmly, as you always had.
"If you want this back, why don't you come and get it?", he smirks, pulling his grin to one side of his face.
You wished at times that he'd be a little more serious, a little less playful, but you supposed that it came with Dante's charm. He didn't direct his silly games at you too often, granted you didn't buy into them and weren't one to be goaded but... you were bored. It wouldn't hurt to indulge him.
Just this once.
Getting up from your seat on the couch, you reach to take the book you were reading back, but Dante pulls his hand out of reach. Your mouth twitches. Leaning over it now, you reach again, and Dante moves his arm back further. He chuckles, and you give him a rather pointed stare. When you walk around the furniture, to stand in front of him, you reach for it again but he holds it above your head.
"Dante"
"Yeees?", he asks innocently.
"Hand the book over now"
"And what will you do if I don't, hm?"
You step closer, close enough to smell him, to see every minute detail of his face. Dante could use a shave, you reckon. His stubble is starting to grow out again, and he has an earthy scent to him. You cannot deny that you have a handsome man as your boss, nor the thought that eagerly presses itself to the front of your mind. This is the part where you'd usually glare at him, annoyed with this and leave to go and busy yourself with something else.
It comes as a surprise to the legendary devil hunter when you don't step off. He didn't think he'd find your hands taking his shirt into fists and turning him around so suddenly. Dante didn't think he'd ever be pushed over his own couch with you leaning over him. He could easily shove you back or hand the book back, this position isn't really threatening him at all. He feels himself smile, but that's only because he's impressed.
You're stronger than you look, he'd give you that. Now that he's looking at you from this position, he sees that there's a special little glint in your own eyes. Same as his.
"I'll do this", he say, amusement tinging your monotonous voice.
You watch him laugh quietly, feeling the way something curls in your chest at the sound he makes in his throat. It's a pleasant sound, and though you probably shouldn't be thinking about it... you wonder what other sounds he could make. Dante reaches out to you with one hand, caressing your cheek with one hand as the other sets the book down. The heat of his hand makes your feel warm, and perhaps a little bold.
"It must be quite the read, but I will say, you're quite the catch", his legs cross over your waist.
"Yes well, you have my attention now", you raise your brow provocatively as he leans forward.
You lean forward some more, using your legs as anchors for the both of you so that you two don't slide down the couch and onto the floor. There's a pause, a moment where neither person makes a move or says a word until the gap is finished off by the mutual attraction you had for each other. His lips are soft against your own, pressing against yours and gentle. You thought he'd be more reckless, as he was out while he fought, but this was good too. Dante moves his hand to rest behind your head and to move through your hair as you feel his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.
When you allow him to slip his tongue along yours, he is attempting to get more ground, curling himself upwards to push himself up and against you. You smirk as your hands remain where they were before, on his chest. Holding him down, you return the kiss with a dormant desire, something that's been longing for this moment. He giggles, as you assert yourself, holding him place but letting go of his shirt. One hand has him 'pinned' while the other trails down his body.
Down the anterior of his torso, along his oblique and towards his hips. It's a slow, deliberate travel as you pant into his mouth for air. He didn't need to breathe, he could suffocate on you all day if he wanted. The sound of you taking your breath back as you breathed into him was exciting, and he wanted more. Dante squirmed under your hand, your fingers feeling ticklish along his clothes through his skin. You couldn't help but to savor every inch of his body, enjoying the touch of the half-devil.
He was gorgeous, a marvel in his own right. You stroked his thigh before returning to your kiss. His legs pulled you closer, if that were possible. You were angled perfectly against his ass, if the two of you weren't clothed right now, all you'd need to do was push. Dante could feel that, the certain hardness pressing up against the curve of his ass through your pants.
"I want you", he growled, his teeth brushing up against yours as he looked into your eyes.
"Be patient, I'm not fucking you over the couch... and not on it either"
"Aw", he feigned disappointment at your response, "How about my room then?"
"That works", you lean back with ease, and watch as he untangles his hand from your hair to offer both them out to you so that you could pull him up.
The son of Sparda releases his legs from your waist as he holds onto one of your hands and leads you up the stairs. His room is... what you expected it to be, in all honesty. It's a bit messy, but it's not a pig's sty. You're back to kissing once the door closes behind you. He falls onto the bed with a gentle push, and you're back to that familiar position you had him in, taking your shirt off and helping him out of his own to abandon somewhere on the floor. Your hand pulls the belt from around his waist in a swift, one-handed motion.
Dante's dick presses up against yours as you press down into him. The friction is pleasant but it won't soothe neither of you. He groans when you free him. He's quite sizeable, you hum as you look down between the two of you, taking your cocks in hand and stroking the both of you. You spit into your hand to provide some lube, he's only surprised that you didn't pull out a small bottle. Ever the stoic, ever prepared. He guesses you weren't anticipating this.
To be fair, he wasn't anticipating this either.
The pace is set to a medium, neither fast or slow, which is like you. He watches you while you work, watching as your brow furrows and your face reddens. The tip of your cock rubs against his underside, massaging his frenulum as you press into him there. You hear a gasp draw from the hunter that pleases your ears immensely, at which you speed up your hand. Dante leans up and takes your lips again, groaning into your throat as you kiss him back. His hands find themselves elsewhere this time, at either side of your shoulders as he crosses his arms around your neck.
He likes the closeness, the way you're working hard to satisfy the both of you, him more than yourself. Such a gentleman. He'd gathered that much from you. Eventually he tires of the kissing, and his stubble tickles the side of your jaw as he moves in to claim your neck. He can see the way your artery moves beneath your flesh, and he enjoys the way you tighten the pocket of your hand as he places his teeth right on that spot. A soft sigh escapes you, nearly shuddering as Dante smiles beside your throat.
"You like that?", he asks as he prods his tongue against you, sucking gently to tug at your nerves.
He takes your silence as a 'yes'.
In retaliation, you grind your palm over his cock head, grinding into him and only urging him to bite elsewhere next. Brat. It's still a game, to see who buckles or caves first. It's not going to be you, even if his mouth makes you want to teach him a lesson. With your free hand you tap his shoulder, which causes him to stop. Dante worries, just for a second until you're tugging his pants off to get access to his ass. His eyebrows raise as he gets the idea and turns around to present. He even wiggles it at you, a taunt.
"Hmph", you put a hand on it, caressing the curve appreciatively. Should you pray before you eat?
...
Nah.
You give Dante a quick smack before spreading him open, delighting in his puckered hole winking at you in greeting. Leaning down you put your tongue over the ring of muscles, pressing in as you enjoy your feast. The grip you have on either cheek is rough, in the case that he tries to run away from you. His scent is most prominent here, and the way he pushes back into your mouth excites you. You can hear the devil chuckle at the warmth while you tongue fuck him.
His toes curl slightly, and he closes his eyes to get nice and comfortable as you treat him nicely. You're as hard as ever, as you spit in his hole, using it as lube as you rise, smearing the fluid over your dick before you get ready to push into him. It wouldn't be enough, and maybe you should've prepped him just a little bit better, but alas- he did interrupt your reading. Why should you take it easy on ol' Dante?
He groans under you as he welcomes your dick in, walls tensing around the intruder as you let yourself come flush to the hilt. A growl escapes your own lips as you grip his hips, looking down at him as he turns to look over his shoulder. You draw back slowly before snapping forward, relishing in the sound of your skin against his as he gasps. You're dreadful as you go in and out, wanting to lean over him so that your bodies are closer together, but you were on a mission. You had to teach this brat a lesson about taking things from you.
With each thrust into the devil hunter, you're angling yourself to find the right angle, listening attentively to the man under you as you fuck him. At a strong clench around your cock, you smirk while holding his eyes.
"Jackpot"
"That's my li- ah-"
One hand remains at his sides while the other reaches around for his dribbling dick, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Your rhythm has him grunting, his eyes squinting as he feels the coil behind his naval tighten. You're both close, ready to spill, so you start jerking him faster. The sounds he makes is music to your ears. As you grind into him, his grunting turns into growls. Like an animal in heat, and that makes this hotter somehow.
You rut into him a few more times before you spill your load, deep within the son of Sparda. Looming over him at last, you sink your own teeth into his shoulder, sucking in a satisfied groan as your dick throbs in his ass. He spills too, white ropes being emptied beneath him as you keep stroking him. You wouldn't be satisfied until he was drained. Dante's legs spasm under yours as you kiss where you'd marked him, not that it'd stay with his healing factor.
He whines as you grind into him, pushing him through his orgasm until he's shaking. At last, you relent when he can't take it, and you pull yourself from that impeccable ass. You feel your cum dribble down his taint, onto your own cock as you lay over him for a moment. He's pressed into his own filth, and you're being coated in your own, but you're both content.
"That was... hah... wow", he smirks as you stare at him, "Didn't think you had it in ya"
"Maybe you'll be wiser to heed my warning next time", you reply, going to move to admire your efforts.
"Maybe... or maybe I'll just keep pushin' my luck"
You make a face before going to collect your things to hit the showers. Dante laughs from where he lays, but you certainly wouldn't mind repeating today's lesson. It crosses your mind briefly as you exit, and harasses you as you let the cascade wash over your hair and down your back.
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nanaslutt · 6 months ago
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waiting outside the car while u wait for their boner to go down after u kissed them
ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, uraume, ijichi
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ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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hurlingdown · 2 months ago
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tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.
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thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length. 
call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert. 
“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin��� my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy. 
and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs? 
stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him. 
FUSHIGURO TOJI, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, RORONOA ZORO, SHANKS, eustass kidd, CROCODILE, joseph joestar, LEON KENNEDY, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, hajime iwaizumi, TENGEN UZUI, your absolute faves. 
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pastelclovds · 4 months ago
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thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships
your partner’s friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was “supposed” to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.
your lover didn’t try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasn’t until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.
at that moment he knew it didn’t matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldn’t help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.
you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
“oh! oh yeah— fuck! faster please please!”
you’ve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.
you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called ‘master in the sheets’. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your lover’s ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bf’s ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.
“haha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?” you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.
“i’m yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. i’m close, ‘m sorry— ah!”
your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. “good boy- hah- cum for me,” you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.
his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your lover’s back until he gave you the ‘okay’ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you weren’t paying attention intensely, you would’ve missed the breathless “i love you” he told you.
you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldn’t even reach his neck, “i love you too, gorgeous,” you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.
you loved destroying stereotypes.
ur fav tall af characters <3
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2kiran · 8 months ago
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FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.
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the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.
it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.
realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.
francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.
when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.
“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”
if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.
these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.
“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”
a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.
the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”
francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?
silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”
he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.
“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”
“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”
you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.
francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.
when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.
beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.
“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.
his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.
how could you deny him?
your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.
sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.
he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”
he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”
yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.
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masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx
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l1tw1ck · 8 months ago
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stepdad who gets off on being recorded
bottom ftm stepdad x top amab reader
think: gallagher hsr, joel miller, miguel o'hara, enji todoroki, etc
cw: afab language, voyeurism, creampie
When you got home early the last thing you were expecting was to hear the moans of your stepdad, let alone seeing him record himself. You couldn't ignore this, it's impossible to pry your eyes away from him through the crack of the door.
He stares at the tripod in front of him, slowly fucking himself with a thick and clear dildo. He's only wearing a button up, the buttons undone in a way to show off his big and hairy chest. You palm your boner and watch as his plump pussy sucks in the fake dick, covering it with his juicy slick. He picks up the pace and throws his head back, filling the room with even dirtier sounds. He moans your name, causing you to pause. "Gon- gonna squirt f'you~" He bites his lip. You remain still and stare at him, completely mesmerized. He squirts, just as he promised. He takes out the dildo and places it next to him. You feel your cock begging to be freed and take the dildo's place. You open up the door and he jumps in shock. "You- you're home early.." He says sheepishly.
"I had no idea that you were such a slut." You smirk, walking towards him. "You like recording yourself? Imagining your stepson fucking your slutty pussy while you whore yourself out in front of a camera?"
He nods, trembling.
"You want the real thing though, don't you?" You unbuckle your belt. He lets out a desperate whimper, cunt throbbing as he sees your hard cock in all its glory. You take his phone and position it so that it records his entire body and slap his pussy with your cock, making him twitch. You steadily inch your cock inside his warmth. "You're tight." You groan, watching his pussy swallow you with a hot and wet hug.
Your stepdad cries out in pleasure, his head pressed against the pillow as you plow into him. The gaze of both you and his camera making it all the more pleasurable. He moans your name. "Clo- close~!"
"Gonna squirt for me again, baby?" You grin, stroking his t-dick.
"Ye- yes!" He tries to say something else but gets interrupted by his orgasm, clear liquid soaking your cock.
Your thrusts become uneven, his tight walls squeezing you encourages your cock to release everything it has inside him. Your cum floods his insides, causing your stepdad to have a small orgasm. You point the camera at his pussy and slowly pull out. You feel yourself getting hard again as you watch your cum flow out of his hole. He's so sexy.
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whokilledsamara · 11 days ago
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hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!
MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}
a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.
{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}
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warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno
{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}
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SFW HC
sfw relationship/meeting him hcs
when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.
if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.
he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.
he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.
as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.
he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.
in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.
he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.
he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}
if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.
no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.
he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.
he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.
he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care
he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.
any cost.
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NSFW HC
what its like to have sex with him.
starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.
he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.
one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.
he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.
anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.
he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks
he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.
he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.
you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}
for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.
he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.
his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.
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cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!
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if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.
his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.
afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.
on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.
he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.
dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.
will probably brand you with something
if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.
thats all bye bye!!! :3
{ made by @whokilledsamara }
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servicpop · 1 month ago
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kinktober week 3 — hate fuck callahan ( detective oc ) x criminal m reader
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ⓘ kind of rushed T T : use of boypussy (1) , reader passes out , callahan is mean in this
Slippery like a damn eel you were.
Callahan loathed you, hated that smug look on your face everytime he caught you. He hated the way you'd flash your teeth with each smile as he pushed you against the cold walls of a dark alley, fumbling roughly with the metal handcuffs. He'd yell at you to shut your mouth, always running on about something he has to block out to properly cuff your wrists behind your back.
Your bubbly giggles, your beautiful smile, the way your hair swayed with every rash movement you made. He just wish you'd stop resisting, give in and be locked away in the prison cell you deserved to be in. Just so he could get you off his mind.
Shoving you in his car, Callahan swore he'd take you straight to the station, pushing at your collar to get you into the back seat.
"Dont make this harder for me, thief," he spits out, eyebrows knitted together. His eyebags were as dark as usual from the endless nights filing reports, he hated this damn detective job but he couldn't quit. His hands were laced with veins that ran all the way up his arms like the spindly branches of an old tree, straining as he gripped your shirt, attempting to push you down onto the seat.
"Why won't you just—" He's cut off by your cuffed hands meeting his shirt, pulling him close as your lips crashed together. He didn't fight it as much as he should've. His hands slowly dropped from your collar, clenching his fists as you held his tie with your bound wrists, drawing him even closer.
You were so beautiful up close, he couldn't help himself from staring at your shut eyes. The way he could just count each eyelash from this proximity. But he knew better.
"Just fucking get in," he grunted, practically tearing himself away from your soft lips and grabbing your legs, swinging them in before buckling your seatbelt and slamming the car door in your face. Callahan slid into the drivers seat, adjusting the rear view mirror to sneak a look at your face just to find you staring right back at him. He diverts his eyes quickly, locking onto the dimly lit road infront of him and starting the engine up.
Straight to the station, he told himself. A left turn, then a right, and then another left off the main road.
"This isn't the way to the station, detective," you chime from the back seat. The way you purr out the word 'detective' elicts a scowl from Callahan's mouth. He knows, he knows this isn't the way but his hands are just moving without a thought, driving to the nearest motel he could find.
Just one night together would be enough.
He's pulling into the carpark, before he gets out, leaving you alone in his car as he goes to the receptionist to score a room. You're still uncomfortably sitting with your hands cuffed behind your back but you remain silent, watching as Callahan opens the door to his car and glares down at you with those thin, almond eyes.
"Is this what you wanted?" He growls out, clearly upset by his own actions. He pulls you out the car roughly by your arm but loosening his grip the second he hears you wince slightly. "This is more what you wanted—" "Shut it, boy."
When you two arrive at your room, Callahan shoves the keys in and unlocks the door, letting you go in first before he steps in and closes the door behind himself. He's already grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in before you can even utter a word.
The kiss was rough, messy and very clear that it was an output for Callahan's stress. His hands were hastily meeting yours, unlocking the cuffs with a turn of his smaller keys and throwing them off to the side. "How many times have you slipped past my hands, huh?" He growled into your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip enough to bruise it.
Despite his roughness, Callahan's arms are wrapped around you tightly, but so tenderly that you can't help but wonder if this was an act of love or lust.
He pushes you onto the bed, the mattress dipping from your shared weight, and mounts you with one hand eagerly slipping his navy tie off. "Why can't you just be obedient for once and just follow my orders?" Callahan barked out, practically tearing your pants off, discarding them somewhere in the room. He leans back to slide off his belt, still pinning you down under his sheer weight. Callahan tugs at the zipper on his black pants, pushing down his boxers with it.
His dick slings out of its confinements, standing proudly in the dim light. You can't see it well from the abundance of darkness but you know it's an intimidating size. "Fuck and you're not even saying anything?" He scoffs, sliding down your underwear, but this time, his movements are a little bit gentler than it was previously. "You're just letting me do whatever I want."
You whimper at the cold air against your skin and you shiver while Callahan gropes at the flesh on the underside of your thigh, pushing it up. "Do you want me to say something?" You ask with a smug smirk, squirming into a comfortable position as Callahan slings your legs over his shoulder. He shoots you a hateful glare despite asking you the question.
"You've taken it up before, right?" His breaths are almost feral sounding as he bends your legs to your chest, creating the perfect opportunity to slip his tip in, "I still remember bending you over that damn metal table and fucking your brains out," he recalled, shaking his head with a harsh laugh, "Lets see if you can still take it without lube."
"Who am i kidding? Of course you can," He grunted, slamming his hips up into yours with a loud plap noise. Your body jolted from his balls slapping against your ass and you found yourself helplessly clawing at Callahan's forearms. "Dirty detective," you scowl out, shooting him a shit-eating grin, teasing him.
You let out a small squeal when Callahan pushes your knees further to your chest bending you in half. His veiny hands were securely underneath your thigh, pushing your legs down as he easily slid in and out of you.
"What did you say?" He spoke through closed teeth, leaning his face down to glare at you. He watches as your eyes roll back and your hands grip the white sheets, balling the white fabric in your fist. You're so easily crumbling underneath him, writhing in his grasp as you tried to move your legs into a more relaxed position but he just won't let you, "Bratty mouthed boy aren't you? I hate criminals like you."
From this angle, Callahan was able to thrust deeper, hitting that one spot that shot sparks in your veins. It hurt from the dryness but it felt so good at the same time. He ended up spitting a glob onto your hole, fucking the saliva in as makeshift lube. "Does it hurt?" He hummed, almost like he was content with how he had quietened you down despite your whimpers of pleasure.
You screamed into your hand when Callahan leaned his weight against your, driving himself deeper into your wet walls. You have half the mind to shake your head frantically, unable to speak through your words since all that came out was moans and whines.
"Well its about to," he grinned lazily, almost like he was drunk off your hole. He pryed your legs further apart, giving him a better view of your lower half before sliding a finger down your body and stuffing his thumb into your hole along with his dick. The stretch make your eyes widen and your body shudder violently as tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes.
"Look at your little boypussy taking so much in, greedy bastard," Callahan's arm moved from gripping the back of your leg to planting his forearm beside your head and leaning his head down to meet your face. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath fan against your ear.
"The real case i need to solve is how much dick you can take" He was mocking you at this point, making a dumb detective joke, but everything he said fell short from your ears. You were only focused on cumming.
Callahan roughly grabs your cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh and pulls you closer, smashing lips together. Spit streamed down your chin from how harshly he was kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. He didn't pull away, not once to let you breathe, and you felt your vision darkening from the lack of oxygen, little black stars appearing in your vision as you came, splattering your stomach with your white sticky mess.
Callahan let out a low groan into your mouth, squeezing your pelvic bone before he buried himself to the hilt. The weight in his balls lifted as he emptied himself out into you, shallowly thrusting so he could push his cum into you. He let out a small chuckle as he watched your eyes close but then he realised they didn't open.
"Shit— are you okay? Don't black out on me now," He asked, but his panic subsided once he saw the steady rise and fall of your chest, you probably just passed out. With a small sigh, he pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of you, letting a rough grunt escape his lips. He'd have to clean you up including your insides.
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sinfulcries · 28 days ago
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I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! / GOJO SATORU
AUTHORS NOTE: wow dylan’s writing again after a million years 🤓 i could not miss out on halloween so what better way to celebrate than to destroy gojo’s ass? i miss you guys lots and i miss getting all creative nd being able to write again after dealing with so many stressful things irl <\3 this is pretty tame compared to my previous smuts and this is like also a month old so my apologies 🙂‍↕️
CONTENT WARNINGS! knife play, overstimulation, pet names (doll, sweetheart,) slasher reader x victim gojo, implied marathon sex
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"That's it, baby, spread those pretty legs f'me." A dark chuckle escaped your lips as the rough tips of your fingers roamed the smooth expanse of Satoru's legs, opening them wide enough to reveal his leaking cock lying hard and useless on his flat stomach. Satoru could only muster a whine in response, trying to pull you in deeper whilst your thick cock nudged teasingly against his puckering hole. "Please," He whimpered prettily, his pale cheeks flushing red with arousal and hunger.
The white haired man didn't need to see your face to know that you were grinning down at him sadistically underneath the ghostface mask you were wearing, and it only made his cock twitch with need as you pinned him down onto the plush mattress— rendering him utterly helpless against you. "I'm about to kill you and yet here you are begging for my cock." You laughed amusedly at the absurdity of the situation, making the poor man pout. "S'not fair you're so big that I wanna feel you in my guts."
Okay, Maybe you'd keep him as your slut instead with how desperate he was. Slender legs wrapping around your waist coaxing you to just fuck and claim him already.
"You're playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart." You growled through the cheap plastic of your mask, reaching down to push your thick fingers between Satoru's lips, his tongue instantly swirling around the thick digits getting them nice and wet as his gaze never left yours.
God, He was a filthy little thing, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hole clenched around nothing every time your free hand trailed the knife's blade teasingly against his inner thigh. Satoru pulled away from your fingers with a wet pop, glaring up at you through thick eyelashes. "Just put it in already." He growled impatiently, and you only responded by pressing the blade harder against his skin, the tip of the knife threatening to dig into his flesh.
Satoru only gulped in response at the action, a shiver running up his spine feeling the cold metal of your knife kissing his thigh. "Okay, okay— calm down." He tried to laugh off his insistent whining with a practiced grin however, you could see the lingering traces of fear swirling in those blue eyes. "Just be patient, doll." You murmured raspily, spreading the lube you had used earlier to finger his sweet little hole open with your thick fingers around his twitching rim.
You couldn't help but notice the way Satoru threw his head back against the pillows, his bruised chest heaving as you rubbed his lubed entrance messily. He was so sensitive. So easy to break. And the thought of splitting him open on your fat cock made it jut against his thigh with aching need.
Wasting no more time, you aligned the fat head of your cock in front of his wet hole before thrusting in with one brutal snap of your hips. Satoru's eyes widened impossibly, his hands scrambling to grip the headboard as a high pitched scream ripped past his throat.
"Fuck—! S..So big—!" He mewled, moving his hips in sync with the way you jackhammered into him like a cheap fleshlight. Satoru wrapped his legs around your waist weakly, trying to anchor himself with the way your fat cock battered his prostate— And as his screams and the wet squelch of skin against skin filled the room, the white haired man could slowly feel his brain melting with searing hot pleasure.
"Take it." You growled possessively, continuing to rut into his ass like a beast in rut, angling your hips to reach deeper inside of his hole. "D'you like that, doll? You've been beggin' for this all night."
Satoru could only nod frantically in response, his brain too mushy to form any coherent words. You could see a white creamy ring of cum forming at the base of your cock, the sight only fuelling you to pound your willing little victim until he passed out, still impaled on your unrelenting length.
"'S too much..!" He squealed, arching his back as your cock drilled in harder, rearranging his insides until they were moulded to fit your big cock. "Can't take it—! 'M-M gonna die..!" With a loud cry, his body started convulsing in your hold, trying to squirm away from the brutal onslaught of your merciless thrusts.
"Don't chicken out on me now, doll." You warned lowly, now pressing the cold edge of your knife against his throat, each thrust driving the blade closer to his jugular. "We have a long night ahead of us."
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marksbear2 · 4 months ago
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can i request smut if either deadpool or wolverine (or both if you're feeling 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂)
just saw the new movie good god i almost popped a boner watching them fight
😔 I have yet to watch the movie but I love both characters especially my man Logan. I’ll do smut headcanons for both characters.
WOLVERINE & DEADPOOL X MALE READER
⚠️BOTH TOP AND BOTTOM READER— pure smut, both Logan and wade are switches, riding, blowjob, overstimulated, orgasm torture. And more⚠️
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— Logan is very serious and like almost brooding type of guy during sex while Wade is probably talking your ear off.
— Wade watches you two fuck and he wont stop making comments and tries to talk you through it.
— Logan eating your hole out while Wade is making out with you touching and pinching your nipples or he’s jerking both of your cocks off.
— Wade and you taking turns fucking Logan, Logan is less but still on his guard and doesn’t have his walls up for you while you’re inside him.
— You and Wade being absolutely horny like rabbits while, Logan swears that he’s dating literal idiots.
— Logan trying not to his annoyance show while you and wade are cracking up jokes and laughing. He thinks to himself as to why the hell he’s here in the first place.
— The two of them having a preference of either sometimes listening to music or pure silence. Wade usually needs the background noise.
— The both of them taking turns on sucking you off, they get so smug seeing you overstimulated. By the end of it you’re a quivering mess.
— Both men can last long in bed so you’re pretty much exhausted after it all.
— Wade and Logan will be arguing and fighting over something stupid while your there fingering Logan prepping him while you sneakily instigate the argument.
— Logan covering Wade’s mouth, holding his mouth shut while your fucking Wade so hard and deep. The sounds of Wade’s muffled moans, and skin slapping against one another fills the room.
— Wade is 100% freaky, he’ll be the type of guy to have Logan’s cum in his mouth and kiss you.
— You and Logan spiltroasting Wade.
— You guys bickering about who’s gonna be the top of bottom for the night. But honestly doesn’t care which one he would be.
— Both are very vocal during bed, Logan will be letting out deep grunts and groans while Wade would be moaning his ear off or just talking way to much.
—Both of them fucking you while they’re still in their hero costumes. They’ll be covered in bruises or dirt and they’ll be relentless with you.
— But if they’re in too much pain you’ll all just jerk one another off.
— Logan would be bitting and marking both of you and wade’s bodies.
— The two still arguing while you’re still riding wade’s cock, they stop arguing hearing you moan and your body starts trembling as you cum. The both of them completely forgetting about the argument and focused on you.
— Both of them taking turns eating your hole out, or sometimes both of them stretching you out with both of their tongues.
— Logan walking in seeing you fucking Wade while wearing his own Deadpool mask and suit.
— The two of them prepping themselves waiting for you to get home.
— Logan holding Wade’s legs open for you could fuck him as fast and hard as you want.
— Both men are a bit impatient when it comes to sex, so you’ll tease and edge them.
— Wade can definitely take the both of you, at the same time.
— Both men being on their knee's licking and sucking your cock off. There tongues going up and down on your cock both flicking their tongues on your cock.
— Logan likes to tear and rip off both of you and Wade clothes off if he’s feeling very needy and impatient.
THE END
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tyunniez · 11 months ago
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golden retriver... bttm male reader
!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.
if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.
he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.
he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!
" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.
" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.
you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "
you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.
" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.
he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "
after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.
only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.
" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.
your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "
he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "
and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.
were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?
you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.
not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!
and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.
he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.
you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.
but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.
" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.
he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.
" you better not regret saying that. "
" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.
" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.
when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.
just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.
he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.
and oh, this exceeds his expectations.
" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.
" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.
you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "
your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "
he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "
with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.
he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.
he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.
" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "
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nanaslutt · 6 months ago
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asking them if they’d put it in soft and let it get hard inside
ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume
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ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
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hurlingdown · 14 days ago
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tags. soft dom! reader, bottom male character. riding, praise kink.
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thinking about teaching a pillow princess how to ride. 
“i c-can’t do it,” he hiccups, holding back a sob, shaking his head as he lifts his hips the best he can on quivery knees, hands poised tightly on your shoulders. you can tell he’s trying, but he can’t even make it all the way to the tip, knees buckling halfway and plummeting back onto your cock as he gargles, loud. “f-feels weird. ‘s too much, baby, i c-can’t.” 
he’s all slicked up, glide easy, but you’re big and girthy and he’s never had someone stretch him out this way before. he wants to be good for you, but it’s so hard. 
“you can,” you murmur, guiding his hips forward in a slow, sensual arch, “don’t bounce, ah-ah, not like that. riding is all about the rolling, sweetheart.” 
he chokes out a soft mewl as he gives an experimental roll forwards, the bulbous head of your cock massaging his stomach walls, making him want to clench. he inches forward, and the right angle sends sparkles floating past his eyes as he gives in the urge to roll them back. “o-oh. that feels reaally good.” 
“feels that good, mm?” you whisper, peppering gentle kisses on his neck as a small reward, making him squirm and giggle in his haze of pleasure. “now try pushing your hips downwards a little when you roll forward. can you do that for me?” 
“y-yeah,” he swallows, obediently pressing his hips against yours snugly every time he grinds forward, the tip of his leaking cock bumping into your abdomen with every circular motion, whimpers bubbling out of parted lips. he’s never felt pleasure this good. he’s panting, no longer trying to pace himself, making little bunny jerks forward as he chases after the addictive feeling of a hard cock moving deep inside him. “oh, hn, ah, s-so good, b-baby.” 
“yeah, that’s it, gorgeous,” you murmur, giving his hips and thighs an encouraging squeeze now and then, and he whines lightly in response, “you’re an absolute natural, love. m-made for riding cock. told you you could do it.” 
“i amm?” he slurs, lidded eyes unable to focus, little breaths pushed out with every jolt while he continues to ride you like he’s been doing it for years, letting out lewd wails whenever you hit his spot just a little too good. “g-gonna, hngh, ride this dick foreva.” 
“good boy,” you mutter fondly, “i’ll keep you here forever, then. keep going, i’m about to cum.” 
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kitoshii · 1 year ago
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whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2
lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …
your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”
youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.
yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.
so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.
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your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.
he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.
he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.
his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.
a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.
“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.
he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.
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your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.
he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.
you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.
for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.
the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..
“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?
he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -
“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.
theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area
“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”
a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.
“how am i supposed.. to act?”
“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.
“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.
his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.
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a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.
his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.
the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.
a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.
he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.
“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.
“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.
“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.
with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.
his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.
his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.
he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.
overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.
“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”
his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.
your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.
your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.
you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.
“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.
he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.
for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.
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hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^
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pastelclovds · 6 months ago
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thinking about eddie crying against the bedsheets, his legs trembling and struggling to holding his ass up while you eat him out with so much love and hunger. meanwhile venom growls out devious fantasies inside eddie’s mind. how he wants you to ravage their hole until it is swollen and full of your cum before riding your face and making you clean your mess up. that thought alone was enough for eddie to let out a pathetic moan and make his cock twitch between his hairy thighs.
venom was about to spew out another fantasy before he and eddie let out a pleasurable gasp in unison when your fingers replaced your tongue and began to roughly thrust them in and out of their lubed hole. eddie pleads with tears in his eyes for you to let him and venom cum, venom wasn’t far from acting like slut as he fought back the urge to take control of eddie’s body in favor of riding you until he was breathless. you looked down at your boys with a loving smile before leaning down, pressed a soft kiss on eddie’s shoulder, and gave him and venom your permission to let go. they both saw the pearly gates and made a mess on your sheets. oh they were so grateful to have you in their lives.
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kalystatheevil · 1 year ago
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picture scaramouche bent over, hands tied behind his back, face pressed to a coffee table with you holding him from behind
tw: cursing, cnc, praise, humiliation, dom reader, unhealthy use of ellipses; (amab reader), 18+
you rub your glistening cock between scaramouche's spread asscheeks, almost moaning from the view alone. your precum is already leaking into the cracks, moistening them prettily.
"fuck, scara… what did i tell you, huh?" a sharp slap resounds, and scaramouche's right cheek immediately starts turning pinkish. the boy grits his teeth.
"go to hell you fucking psycho."
"mhhh…" your thumbs leave little indents in the supple skin of his ass. between them, a throbbing hole clenches nervously. "a psycho, am i."
scaramouche moans as you push the tip past the rim. you're sure he didn't mean to, but it still escaped his lips. slowly, you push just the tip in and out, watching intently as the skin spreads around the gland, swallowing it greedily.
"you stretch so beautifully, scara," you coo, a soft blush on your face. "so incredibly beautiful"
"stop— stop looking!" scaramouche growls. "it's—" he gasps loudly when the tip enters him yet again, face already red from all the blood gathering in his head.
"it's what, scara..."
"it's— ugly…"
at this, you click your tongue and stop. "ugly?"
scaramouche becomes angry, deflecting from his quickly rising shame. "yes, ugly. seriously, stop with this stupid game you're playing, i don't need you to act like you're into th—"
you thrust into him, deep and hard. scaramouche's words are lost in a strangled gurgle as his eyes roll back.
"it seems i need to fuck that thought out of you."
with one roll of your hands, you shorten the rope connected to his tied wrists, tugging them upwards. slowly, you start to roll your hips back, watching as the rim catches and slides over your cock. you moan. "aah, scara… you look so, so pretty like this"
"fuck… you… ngh— a-aahn…"
you breathe heavily. "fuck. fuck, scara. you take me so well. look at you, moaning like a slut..."
"shut— shut up. fuck. i'll kill you. i swear i'll fucking kill y— MGH!" you slam back into him. any further protest is drowned by the sound of thighs hitting flesh in sharp slaps as you start pounding into him. harder and harder you thrust back inside, needing to reach deeper, faster, harder.
it doesn't take long for scaramouche to lose his composure. on the surface of the coffee table, he rolls his head almost limply to the side. his eyes are blurry with pleasure, but still he tries to look at you out of the corner of his eye - to make you see exactly what you are doing to him.
you breathe a laugh, panting hard. under scaramouche's mouth, a steadily growing puddle of drool forms. he twitches, legs giving in.
you grab his hips so hard his skin will certainly bruise. scaramouche is not yet allowed to stop taking you. you stare and stare, fucking him until the world starts to tilt, until your cock feels numb from sheer pleasure, until you start twitching so hard that it's visible on the front of scaramouche's stomach—
you cum hard, gasping for air. white stars form in your vision, and you can feel your hands tremble on his soft skin.
"haha…" you laugh, out of breath. under you, scaramouche whimpers quietly.
after a moment, you pull out slowly. a thick line of cum connects the tip of your still slightly twitching cock with scaramouche's warm, fluttering hole. "ahh… fuck. my cum… hahaha… deep… deep inside you…"
scaramouche lets out another whine. his hole clenches before releasing a white drop of liquid. he whimpers, trying to say something.
"mh?" you ask, using your thumb to smear the droplet around the throbbing hole. "speak up, scara…"
amidst his wordless whimpers, you push your thumb inside and laugh again, feeling scaramouche milking it powerlessly.
"i wonder when you came…"
"mmglh…" scaramouche answers. when something warm touches his freely leaking cock, he flinches lightly. a moan tumbles over his lips. with the palm of your hand, you rub the tip of his soft erection.
"or rather… how many times." scaramouche's eyes slowly roll backwards. with a grin, you raise your hand back up and glide your tongue over the palm, humming appreciatively at the taste. "yum ~"
"no…more…" scaramouche finally breathes. "can't…" your arm slings around his belly. with ease, you lift him up. "ahn—"
"no more? no more, scara?"
"no... more..."
"but baby..." you place a soft kiss on his temple.
"we were just getting started."
[formatting shamelessly stolen from scara smut writer @hanxku]
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