#reverse ntr

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Because I’m a sucker for Emerald corrupting Jaune

Right before the finale of the Vytal Festival Tournament, Pyrrha Nikos was beyond nervous. The pressure to win along with possibly being the Spring Maiden and finally getting enough courage to ask out Jaune was overwhelming. So getting a text from Jaune lifted her spirits a bit before she opened up said text.

It was a video with Jaune completely nude and tied up under Emerald. She sat on his chest, teasingly reaching back to stroke and edge Jaune while making him say out loud who his true love was. Who had the best ass, the best pussy, who his Mistress was~

Pyrrha took a deep breath, contemplating the chips laid before her. The pressure of winning the Vytal festival, and becoming the new fall maiden weighed heavily on her shoulders. As a celebrity, she should be used to this feeling, but it wasn't like any she felt before. Before it was just to appease her sponsors, a smile here, a few autographs there, simple stuff. But now, the fate of the world bore down upon her. Ishe made a mistake, it would spell doom for everyone. But she was Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, she had to be strong and shoulder this weight. For the world, her family, her friends, for...him.

With a heavy sigh, she readied herself for combat. However, a ding from her scroll stopped her dead. Checking the notifications, she saw a message from Jaune, and a smile formed on her face. Jaune's name alone was enough to ease the burden if only a little. Especially since it was the first time she's seen or heard from him in weeks.

Opening the message, she was a bit puzzled seeing it was a video. As it played, she saw Jaune lying on a bed, tied to the bedposts and completely naked, aside from a blindfold. with an erection that seemed to be impossibly long. A small blush graced her face at the sight but that soon disappeared when she saw one of the Haven students, Emerald come into view. Still, in her uniform, she crawled over onto the bed, planted herself on his chest, raised a hand to her lips where she spat onto it, wrapped it around his cock, and began stroking his slowly.

*what the fuck is she doing to him?!* she screamed internally, her fury rising as she watched the vid.

"So Jaune," Emerald said eyes looking directly into the camera, "Who's got the best ass in the school~"

Pyrrha's brow furrowed. What kinda of a question was that?

"Y....You Do!" He cried, surprising Pyrrha.

Emerald faking shock, asked him another question, "Even better than....Oh, I don't know...Blake Belladonn?"

Pyrrha scowled, her scroll nearly cracking under her grip.

"YES!"

Her fury was quickly replaced with shock upon hearing his reply. She could him moaning Blake's name a couple of times at night, so hearing him reject her was quite shocking. Her hands slowly began trembling uncontrollably as she continued watching.

Emerald smirked, increasing the pace on his cock. "Good boy, Jaune~ now who has the best legs in the school~?"

"YOU DO!" he cried once more

For the next ten to fifteen minutes, Pyrrha watched this process repeat itself. A process that broke the spartan the more show watched. She watched as Emerald jerked him, adjusting speeds, fiddling with his testicles, even denying him and orgasm or two. All the while he sung her praises, complimented her body, and proclaimed her to be the best of all maidens in Beacon. Even above his own partner.

Sensing his climax, Emerald asked him one final question. A question that would be the nail in the coffin for Pyrrha.

"Jaune~.." she said facing the camera directly with an evil smile, "Who would you rather.....Spend the rest of your pathetic little life with. ME, your goddess, or the invincible girl~"

Hearing this question gave Pyrrha a small bit of hope. Since their first semester, she and Jaune grew closer. From their training to the study sessions they'd have, even the one kiss they shared after the dance. There was no possible way he chose a stranger over her. How wrong she was.

"I CHOSE YOU, GODDESS" He cried

"You'd chose little old me over the Pyrrha Nikos?" Emerald replied, mouthing to Pyrrha *He's mine now*

Pyrrha tilted her head, steading herself for what came next.

"PYRRHA.....WHO?"

*CLACK*

Pyrrha's scroll fell to the floor, her heart completely broken from being forgotten by her crust, not her first love. Her face displayed no emotion as she sat on the cold floor, the indication of her sorrow was the tears pouring down her pale skin. However, those tears weren't only from a broken heart. No, the streams of clear fluid running down her legs showed another emotion she felt, shame. The shame of watching your lover be stolen from you.....and getting pleasure from it.

[alexis-woodrider]

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[elryuse]

YN is a struggling student, focusing on being a student and a having a job to sustain his daily necessities.

One night his classmates asked if he wanted to go to the club with them, he agreed and brought his girlfriend with him.

As soon as they arrived YN caught the eye of a girl from the VIP section, the girl called one of her bodyguards and instructed the guard to come to YN's table and invite him over, but YN disagreed. As soon as the girl heard that he disagreed she told the guard to invite both YN and his girlfriend to the VIP table.

YN reluctantly agreed because his girlfriend kept pushing him to agree, once they arrived at the VIP table the girl introduced herself saying her name was Giselle. Giselle offered them free drinks and they accepted it.

As the night goes on Giselle suddenly made an offer to the couple, "I'll give you $50,000 if you let me spend the night with YN".

YN immediately declined but his girlfriend said to think it through saying that they both need the money, After a while YN reluctantly agreed.

After that Giselle took YN to her penthouse and spent the night having some fun. But the next day Giselle couldn't have enough of him and decided to just buy YN off his girlfriend.

Making Your Boyfriend Mine.

GISELLE X MALE READER

Tags : Cheating, Reverse NTR, Cowgirl, Dirty Talk, Creampie, Lots of Kissing, Seductive, Dangerous Romance

3,7k Words

The bass pulsed through the club, vibrating in YN’s chest as he sipped his watered-down drink. His girlfriend, Mia, swayed beside him, her laughter blending with the music. She looked stunning tonight—her dress clinging to her curves, her hair catching the strobe lights in a way that made it shimmer like liquid gold. But YN couldn’t shake the weight of exhaustion pressing on him. Between classes and his part-time job at the diner, he was running on fumes. He only agreed to come tonight because Mia had begged him, saying they needed to "live a little."

Across the room, he caught her gaze—a woman in the VIP section, surrounded by bodyguards and bathed in an aura of power. She was unlike anyone he’d ever seen. Her dark eyes locked onto his, unblinking, like a predator sizing up its prey. He felt naked under her stare, even from across the crowded floor.

She’s looking right at me, he thought, quickly averting his eyes. But it was too late. A burly man in a black suit was already making his way toward their table.

YN’s heart skipped a beat. The man leaned down, his voice low but commanding. "Miss Giselle would like you to join her at her table."

YN froze. "Who?" he asked, though he already knew who she was. The woman in the VIP section hadn’t stopped watching him.

"Giselle," the man repeated, nodding toward the booth. "She’s… insistent."

"No thanks," YN said firmly, gripping Mia’s hand under the table. "We’re good here."

But Mia’s eyes lit up with curiosity. "Are you serious? That’s Giselle? The Giselle? She owns half the city!" She turned to the bodyguard, practically bouncing in her seat. "Tell her we’ll be right over."

"Mia—" YN started, but she cut him off.

"Oh, come on! It’s not every day someone like her invites us to sit with her. We can’t say no!"

Before he could protest further, they were being ushered to the VIP section. Giselle sat at the center of the booth, her legs crossed elegantly, a glass of champagne in her hand. Up close, she was even more striking—her sharp cheekbones, her full lips painted a deep red, her presence commanding the space around her like a queen holding court.

"Welcome," she purred, gesturing for them to sit. "I’m Giselle. And you are…?"

"YN," he said stiffly, sliding into the booth. "And this is my girlfriend, Mia."

Giselle’s lips curved into a slow smile. "Charming," she said, her gaze lingering on YN a moment too long before shifting to Mia. "You’re a lucky woman."

Mia giggled nervously, clearly starstruck. "Thank you. This is… wow. I mean, I’ve heard so much about you."

"All good things, I hope," Giselle said with a laugh, signaling for the waiter to bring them drinks. "Please, relax. Enjoy yourselves."

YN tried to keep his guard up, but the free drinks kept coming, and the conversation flowed surprisingly easily. Giselle was witty, charming, and disarmingly direct. She asked about their lives, their dreams, their struggles. By the time the third round of drinks arrived, YN found himself actually enjoying the conversation.

But then Giselle leaned forward, her expression turning serious. "Listen," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I’ll cut to the chase. I want to make you an offer. A very… generous one."

YN frowned, sensing where this was going. "What kind of offer?"

Her eyes flicked to Mia, then back to him. "Fifty thousand dollars. Tonight. All I ask in return is… you."

YN’s jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Mia choked on her drink, her wide eyes darting between them. "Wait, what do you mean ‘you’?"

Giselle smiled, unfazed. "I want YN to spend the night with me. Just one night. Fifty thousand dollars. No strings attached. Think of it as… a business transaction."

YN shook his head immediately. "No. Absolutely not."

But Mia hesitated. "Wait, just… hang on. That’s a lot of money. We could pay off your student loans, get a better apartment…"

"Mia," YN said sharply, his stomach knotting with disbelief. "You can’t seriously be considering this."

"I’m just saying, we should think about it," she insisted, her voice pleading. "It’s one night. And it’s fifty thousand dollars. Do you know how much that could change our lives?"

YN stared at her, his mind racing. Is she really asking me to do this? To cheat on her? But the desperation in her eyes was unmistakable. They’d been struggling for so long—working themselves to the bone just to scrape by. Could he really say no to something that could fix everything?

Reluctantly, he nodded. "Fine. One night."

Giselle’s smile widened, triumph flashing in her eyes. "Perfect. Shall we get out of here?"

The penthouse was opulent beyond anything YN could have imagined. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars. But he barely noticed any of it. His mind was a whirlwind of guilt, anxiety, and a strange, unwanted excitement.

Giselle stepped closer, her fingers brushing against his jaw. "Relax," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "You’re not going to regret this."

He swallowed hard, his body tense. "This doesn’t feel right."

"Doesn’t it?" she teased, her lips grazing his ear. "Or does it feel… inevitable?"

Her touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She pressed herself against him, her body molding to his with a practiced ease. Before he could protest again, her lips were on his, soft and demanding, stealing his breath away.

God, she knows what she’s doing, he thought, his resolve crumbling under her skillful hands. She guided him to the bed, her movements deliberate, unhurried. She straddled him, her dress sliding off her shoulders to reveal flawless skin.

"Let go," she whispered, her voice a command. "Just let me take care of you."

And he did. He let her push him down, let her hands roam his body, let her mouth trail kisses down his chest. She took control, moving with a confidence that left him powerless to resist. When she finally sank onto him, her warmth enveloping him completely, he couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his lips.

She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove him wild. Then she shifted, flipping onto her knees in reverse cowgirl, showing off her perfect form. The sight alone was enough to make him ache.

"You’re mine tonight," she purred, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Every inch of you."

YN gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as she picked up the pace. His mind was a blur of pleasure and guilt, the lines between right and wrong blurring with every thrust. She was relentless, bringing him to the edge only to pull back, teasing him until he was desperate for release.

"Beg for it," she demanded, her voice husky with desire.

He didn’t hesitate. "Please," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Please, Giselle, I need you."

She laughed softly, a sound that sent another wave of heat through him. "Good boy," she said, finally letting him tip over the edge.

The next morning, YN woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Giselle perched on the edge of the bed, already dressed and composed.

"Morning," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Sleep well?"

He rubbed his face, the events of the night rushing back. "Uh… yeah. I guess."

She smirked, clearly amused by his discomfort. "Good. Because I want to talk to you about something."

He tensed, bracing himself for whatever she was about to say.

"Last night was… incredible," she admitted, her tone casual. "But I don’t think one night was enough. So I have a new offer for you."

YN’s stomach twisted. "What kind of offer?"

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I’ll buy you from Mia. Permanently."

YN’s breath hitched as Giselle’s words hung in the air. “Buy me?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of her proposal pressed against his chest, making it hard to think straight.

Giselle smirked, her confidence unwavering. She leaned back on the plush sofa, crossing her legs with an elegant grace that somehow made him feel even smaller. “Yes, buy you,” she confirmed, her tone cool and collected. “I’m not one to settle for temporary arrangements. I want you. All of you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could say anything, Giselle stood up, closing the distance between them in a few effortless strides. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. “You’re special, YN,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “Last night proved that. And I don’t plan on letting someone like you slip away so easily.”

Her touch was intoxicating, but guilt gnawed at him. He pulled away slightly, his mind racing. “I… I need to talk to Mia first,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Giselle’s expression darkened, but only for a moment. She smiled knowingly, stepping back. “Of course,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Take your time. But remember, I don’t wait forever.”

YN left her penthouse feeling like he was walking through a fog. His thoughts were a jumbled mess as he made his way back to his and Mia’s tiny apartment. When he stepped inside, Mia was sitting on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw him.

“Where have you been?” she demanded, her tone sharp.

YN hesitated, his stomach twisting into knots. “We need to talk,” he said quietly, avoiding her gaze.

Mia’s expression softened slightly, but suspicion lingered in her eyes. “Talk about what?” she asked, her voice cautious.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. “Giselle… she made another offer. She wants to buy me. Permanently.”

Mia’s eyes widened in shock, but then a strange look crossed her face—something akin to consideration. “And? What did you say?” she asked, her voice surprisingly calm.

YN frowned, confused by her reaction. “I didn’t say anything yet. I wanted to talk to you first. Mia, this is crazy. We can’t just—”

“Why not?” she interrupted, her voice rising. “She’s offering us $50,000, YN! Do you know how much that would help us? We could pay off our debts, finally get out of this dump—”

“So you’re okay with selling me off like some kind of property?” he shot back, his voice filled with disbelief.

Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not like that, YN. This is just… practical. We both need the money. And it’s not like you’d hate it. You seemed pretty into her last night.”

Her words cut deeper than he expected. “That’s not the point,” he protested, his voice breaking. “I didn’t want to cheat on you, Mia. I only agreed because you pushed me to!”

Mia’s expression hardened. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, YN. I saw the way you looked at her.”

YN felt like the walls were closing in around him. “This isn’t fair,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Mia crossed her arms over her chest, her resolve unshakable. “Life isn’t fair, YN. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices. And if this is what it takes for us to get ahead, then so be it.”

His heart shattered at her words. He had always thought Mia loved him, but now he wasn’t so sure. “Fine,” he said bitterly, his voice cold. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll go. But don’t expect me to come back.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out the door, leaving Mia staring after him in stunned silence.

The streets blurred as YN walked aimlessly, his mind numb. He didn’t know where else to go, so eventually, he found himself standing outside Giselle’s penthouse again. Before he could second-guess himself, he knocked on the door.

Giselle opened it almost immediately, as if she had been expecting him. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, but then they softened as she took in his disheveled appearance.

“You look terrible,” she said gently, stepping aside to let him in.

YN didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just walked past her, his shoulders slumped.

Giselle closed the door behind him, her expression thoughtful. “Did you talk to Mia?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral.

He nodded, still unable to speak. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, but he blinked them back, refusing to let them fall.

Giselle approached him slowly, her movements deliberate. She reached out and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice sincere. “But you made the right choice.”

He wanted to argue, to tell her that he hadn’t chosen anything, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he simply nodded, too exhausted to fight anymore.

Giselle smiled softly, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her tone soothing. “You don’t have to think about anything else. Just be here, with me.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and despite himself, he felt a flicker of warmth in his chest. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. It was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the passion of the previous night.

But then, something shifted. Giselle deepened the kiss, her hands moving to grip his waist. YN’s body responded instinctively, his own hands tangling in her hair as their kisses grew more fervent.

She pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy. “I want you to forget about her,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “Forget about everything except for me.”

YN’s heart raced as Giselle led him to the bedroom, her touch igniting a fire within him. She pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace that made his breath catch.

Her hands roamed over his body, removing his clothes with practiced ease. She leaned down, her lips trailing along his neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “You’re mine now, YN,” she whispered against his skin, her voice possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never regret it.”

He gasped as she positioned herself above him, her heat pressing against his length. She lowered herself onto him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully buried inside her.

Giselle moaned softly, her head falling back as she began to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that drove him wild. Her nails dug into his chest, marking him as hers. “Feel good?” she purred, her voice teasing.

YN could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coursed through him. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements, wanting—needing—to feel more.

She leaned forward, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss as she increased her pace. Her breasts pressed against his chest, driving him closer to the edge. “Cum for me, YN,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

He obeyed without hesitation, his release washing over him in waves. Giselle followed shortly after, her body shuddering as she cried out his name.

As they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, Giselle stroked his hair, her touch gentle. “I’ll never hurt you like she did,” she promised, her voice soft but firm. “You’re mine now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”

YN didn’t respond. He just closed his eyes, letting her words sink in. For better or worse, his life had changed forever. And as much as it scared him, part of him felt relieved, knowing that Giselle would never leave him.

She kissed his forehead, her lips lingering against his skin. “Sleep now,” she murmured. “Tomorrow is a new beginning.”

The next morning, Giselle woke YN with a soft kiss on his lips. He stirred, blinking awake to find her already dressed, her hair perfectly styled, and that confident smirk playing on her face. “Good morning, my love,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessiveness. YN sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, still trying to process the whirlwind of the last 24 hours.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. Giselle sat beside him on the bed, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “I have something special planned for today,” she said, her tone teasing. “But first, we need to make sure you’re truly mine.”

YN didn’t have time to respond before she leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands roamed his body, waking every nerve with a fire that made him forget everything else. They tangled together once more, their bodies moving in sync as if they’d been lovers for years. Giselle took control, guiding him with a mix of dominance and tenderness that left YN breathless.

When it was over, they lay there, skin pressed together, hearts racing. Giselle propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. “You’re perfect,” she whispered, tracing a finger along his jawline. “And now you’re mine—completely.”

Later that evening, Giselle led YN into the VIP room of the same club where their story had begun. She walked with purpose, her arm looped through his, her heels clicking against the polished floor. When they entered, Mia was already there, sitting in the corner, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Giselle’s smirk widened as she guided YN to the plush sofa in the center of the room, seating him beside her like a prized possession.

Mia looked up, her heart breaking as she saw YN sitting so close to Giselle, their bodies almost touching. Giselle reached out, playfully tousling YN’s hair, her fingers lingering against his scalp. “Isn’t he just adorable?” she cooed, her voice loud enough for Mia to hear.

YN shifted uncomfortably, but Giselle’s grip tightened, keeping him in place. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make Mia’s stomach twist. “Thank you for giving him to me,” Giselle said sweetly, her gaze flickering to Mia. “He’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Mia clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face. “How could you do this, YN?” she choked out, her voice trembling. YN opened his mouth to respond, but Giselle silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“Oh, don’t blame him,” she said, her tone mockingly sympathetic. “He’s just being practical. After all, $50,000 is a lot of money. And now… well, let’s just say he’s landed in much better hands.”

Giselle turned back to YN, her eyes softening as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a sleek black diamond ring. “This is for you,” she said, sliding it onto his finger. “A little something to remind you who you belong to.”

YN stared at the ring, the weight of it heavier than the metal itself. It felt like a shackle, binding him to Giselle in a way he couldn’t escape. Giselle smiled, clearly pleased with his reaction. “There. Now everyone will know you’re taken.”

Mia stood abruptly, unable to take any more. “I can’t watch this,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. But Giselle wasn’t done yet.

“Oh, don’t leave,” she called out, her tone light and teasing. “We wouldn’t want you to miss the best part.” With a wave of her hand, she signaled to one of her bodyguards, who quickly closed the doors to the VIP room, locking Mia inside.

Giselle giggled, the sound high and melodic, as she turned back to YN. “Now, where were we?” she murmured, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Her hands wandered, exploring his body with practiced ease, while YN found himself unable to resist her touch.

Mia sank back into her seat, her sobs muffled by her hands. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, even as the sight of YN with Giselle shattered her heart into pieces. Giselle pulled back from the kiss, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she glanced over at Mia. “Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath before returning her attention to YN.

“Let’s give her something to remember,” Giselle whispered into YN’s ear, her breath hot against his skin. Before he could protest, she straddled him, her dress riding up as she settled into his lap. YN’s hands instinctively went to her hips, gripping her tightly as she began to move against him.

Mia covered her ears, trying to block out the sounds that filled the room, but it was no use. Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word from Giselle burned into her memory. Giselle’s laughter echoed in the air, dark and triumphant, as she claimed YN in the most intimate way possible.

When it was over, Giselle stayed in YN’s lap for a moment longer, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She kissed him once more, slow and deliberate, before finally getting to her feet.

She straightened her dress and turned to Mia, her expression cold and unflinching. “You should go now,” she said, her voice devoid of any warmth. “You’ve seen enough.”

Mia nodded numbly, stumbling toward the door. One of the bodyguards opened it for her, and she stepped out into the club, the noise and lights overwhelming after the intensity of the VIP room.

As the door closed behind her, Giselle turned back to YN, her smile returning. “Finally,” she said, sighing contentedly. “Now we can focus on us.”

She sat beside him again, snuggling close as she played with the black diamond ring on his finger. “Don’t worry, darling,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

YN didn’t respond. He just stared at the ring, the weight of it heavy on his hand. His life was irrevocably changed, and there was no going back. As Giselle rested her head on his shoulder, he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.

“Forever,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re mine forever.”

- The End -

[baddestbittyontheblock]

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-y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl. 

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ellie williams

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie drabble by @elliesprettygirl ellie williams x reader | fluff

-ellie desperate for reader but reader is always acting hard to get just for their ego. but ellie doesn’t back down..

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ellie blurb by @ourautumn86 ellie williams x fem! reader | +18 content, mdni

-she tries to shush you but you’re scratching her naked back and it feels so good…

woso

alexia putellas

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the mountain is you by @ceesimz alexia putellas x reader

-barcelona. once a place that felt like home to you, yet now as you clamber into the back of your taxi outside of the airport, it's the same but different.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 golden key to the sweet life by ^ mom!alexia putellas x mom!reader | fluff

-there was something intoxicatingly endearing about the way alexia interacted and whole-heartedly cared for her family and friends' children.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 our sun is setting by ^ alexia putellas x reader | mentions of homophobia and grief for a parent. It's quite a heavy fic, please keep that in mind.

-"i told my mami about you today."

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 close your eyes by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | mind-numbingly fluffy, inspired by the song "close your eyes and count to ten" by grouplove

-you and alexia take a moment to yourselves on your wedding night, soaking in your time together.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 familia by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-how alexia realizes that you're the one.

alessia russo

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 make yourself at home by @p0orbaby alessia russo x reader | SMUT 18+, not explicit but smut adjacent, oral (alessia receiving)

-all you want is a quiet night in with alessia, and tooney?

call of duty

simon riley

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 simon blurb by @cntloup simon riley x reader | smut

-it's safe to say simon is utterly and completely devoted to you. 

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 ghost losing his ring by @ch1n1tahwrites simon riley x reader | fluff

-he was just coming back from a long mission, awaiting to be in his wifes arms in his big comfy bed.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 tommy by @simonrileysfavteacup simon riley x reader | fluff

-he came out looking exactly like his father. he acted exactly like him. he didn’t sleep, he had nightmares too often, he loved watching telly, he wouldn’t sleep without you near him, and so much more. 

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 the next of kin by @soapybutt17 simon "ghost" riley x wife!reader, oc daughter (cassandra "cassie" riley), john price | mentions of injuries, drug consumption, slight angst, mostly fluff, 1.6k

-simon needed to update his contact information, as dodgy as he was for giving everyone even a glimpse of his private life, he did so. who would have ever thought that it would become handy after an injury left him high on painkillers and needy for his girls back home.

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 like mother, like daughter by @anangelwhodidntfall  dad!simon riley x reader

-in which you and ghost have a baby girl who loves to copy your facial expressions

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 olderbf!simon by @heavenbarnes simon riley x reader | fluff

-thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

celebrities

harry styles

𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 that 4am cry by @signoferoda dad!harry styles x mom!reader | fluff

-harry’s daughter has a set routine when it comes to her night time feed

✦ dividers by @cinnamoncafe, @saradika-graphics, @thecutestgrotto, @silkholland ✦

[twice-inamillion]

I have an illustration on what NTR is if you or any of your followers don't get it

Netori to me is more like mind break bcs we're the one who did it

Netorare is the mc cheated by their partner

Netorase is cuckold

The majority of people correlating NTR as Netorare and Netori as reverse NTR

Hope I could help

This really helps a lot. I was also confused to the term. Hopefully this helps other people like me who have the terms mixed up.

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 10: Cuckolding

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6070

Warnings: Afab!reader, bisexual, cuckolding, cunnilingus, blowjobs, very mild bondage, threesome, sharing is caring, big cock, light humiliation, cum swapping, sex toy (onahole), use of she/her pronouns and the term 'girl'

A/N: This was actually supposed to be NTR, per the Kinktober prompt, but when I started writing this it turned out to be more of a cuckold situation ... aaaand then it just became a bisexual threesome by the end, look. It might be a bit offtopic but we're gonna' roll with it okay? dfjnksergh

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Saying Gorou doesn’t have a poker face would be putting it mildly. He’s as easy to read as an open book and it’s technically not even any fault of his own. It’s that damn tail of his. No matter what he does to try and hide it, it always gives him away. Gets him into trouble he might otherwise have been able to avoid had he been able to control it a little better, or if he didn’t have it at all. 

Even now when he’s actively trying to avoid looking at you and you think, maybe he’s starting to have second thoughts about this, the furry appendage just keeps insistently wagging back and forth at such a high speed it almost seems to turn into a soft brown blur of motion. He’s excited about this despite the slightest reservations still lingering in the back of your mind which was good, at least. Reassuring. 

Because one look at Itto standing off to the side assures you you’re not the only one feeling uncertain and just a bit hesitant at the moment. 

He makes a valiant effort to hide it behind his usual self assured mask (and an even greater effort to hide the half filled out cock behind his massive hand) but he’s failing at it just about as miserably as you probably were, and hardly any wonder there. This was completely unchartered territory, after all. You couldn’t even be sure which of you had first posed the suggestion over drinks and taiyaki late one nondescript evening but here you were, standing naked together for the first time, and Gorou looked like he was going to start levitating right up off the bed he was bent over if his tail picked up any more speed. 

If it hadn’t been exactly what he’d asked for, if he hadn’t admitted his deepest, darkest fantasies to you in hushed whispers with sweet sake on his breath, you would have called the whole thing off. If it had been just about anyone other than the big oni oaf trying his damndest to look cool and sauve while cupping his junk in the corner, you would have beat a hasty retreat right then and there. But Gorou had been clear about what he wanted, and Itto had assured you both he was down to play on his terms. 

Now the most pressing issue at hand seemed to be how to kick things off without making a complete and total fool out of yourself.  

Drawing a steadying breath, you reach down to thread your fingers through the back of Gorou’s short hair, deciding there was comfort in his familiarity. He gives a low groan and arches into the touch, encouraging you to close your first around the roots and tug. Rumbling a low sound of appreciation, the general acquiesces without qualm and slides off the side of the bed to settle more firmly on his knees. With him kneeling on the floor now, you use his hair to pull his face around and make him look up at you. 

And it’s instantly clear why he’d been avoiding this. He already looked a wreck even though you’d barely even touched him yet, having only gone so far as securing his hands at the small of his back with a length of silk rope, just as he’d requested. Had said it would stop him from giving into the urge to touch you or his cock when he shouldn’t have been doing either and work as an effective reminder of his role here. You understood why this appealed to him perhaps more so than anyone else precisely because it appealed to you too, and it was so very easy to imagine the roles reversed. 

If it had been you made helpless to do anything but watch while someone else took Gorou for themselves, you would have been just as much a wreck too. 

“Precious boy,” You coo at him, sliding your hand forward to cup his cheek tenderly. He nuzzles into the gesture, complete with a soft whimper in the back of his throat, and it makes you smile. “Are you ready to get started? I don’t know how much more waiting I can take.” 

Squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together, squirming in place for his benefit, has the intended effect of making Gorou’s straining cock eagerly jump in his lap. There’s nothing he can do about it with his arms secured behind him though, which just leaves him helplessly drooling sticky precum all over himself. The bead of glistening moisture that runs down the underside of his length catches your eye in the low lamp light and you watch its steady descent with nothing short of fast mounting excitement. This may have been his fantasy wish fulfillment but you would have been hard pressed to deny that you weren’t equally invested. 

“Yes.” He softly breathes, practically hissing the word. 

Stamping down an eager shudder, you straighten up and gesture to Itto. He hesitates only for a moment before moving across the room. His hand falls away in the process and you voraciously drink in the sight of his heavy cock bouncing between his legs with every step, equally big in length and girth. If ever you’d harbored any doubts about his oni heritage, this would have certainly dispelled them. 

Pulse quickening, your heated gaze quickly darts from one cock to the other. Truth be told, you were more partial to Gorou’s but you could understand the appeal in the size difference and why Itto was the one joining you rather than someone else. It wasn’t just that the two of them were good friends, at any rate. 

“I know we already talked about this but, uh,” The much, much taller male says as he steps up into your space, close enough for his thigh to brush your hip. Tentatively, he brings the nearest hand up to touch the back of your neck before evidently thinking better of it and sliding it further down to rest across your waist. 

The rapport you shared with him was not quite as close as Gorou’s and it showed in his uncertainty. More to the point, however, you suspected Itto was not quite as confident when it came to women as he’d like to appear, and you send him an amused, sidelong glance but his ruby eyes were all for Gorou in that moment. 

“I don’t know if I can actually be mean to you, little dude. I mean, I get the vibe and everything but you’re just way too chill. It wouldn’t feel right if I started saying nasty stuff to you out of nowhere. You haven’t exactly done anything to deserve it, you know what I mean?” 

“That’s fine.” Gorou murmurs back, soft and distant. 

You, on the other hand, pin Itto with a playfully wry look. He might need a little nudging but you were confident he had it in him, with the right incentive of course. “You’re not trying to stall, are you? And here I thought we were inviting a big, bad oni into our bed … guess that was our mistake.” 

Scoffing, Itto shoots a look of his own your way, clearly prepared to rise to that challenge just as he always was no matter what was being called into question. “You don’t gotta’ worry about that, honeybun. Arataki “Sex God” Itto is here to make sure both of you have a night you won’t soon forget and you can count on that!” 

Your laughing abruptly cuts off when he applies just enough pressure at the base of your spine to pull you in against him and your pulse immediately starts to jackhammer. It was hard not to be a little intimidated when you felt so small and powerless standing flush with him like this. But your own excitement is undeniable as you tip your head back to look at him in open invitation. Itto hesitates only a quick moment, swallows his nerves and then slowly bends at the waist — something he was probably going to be doing a lot of tonight when you and Gorou were both so much slighter than he was — and you moan, very softly, when he presses his mouth to yours. 

The sound reverberates, echoed by the man kneeling at your feet to further encourage you. It prompts you to bring your hands up and carefully wrap them around Itto’s impossibly wide shoulders. His kiss is a bit sloppy and not half as careful as Gorou’s are, but you can see the appeal in this too. It sets your blood to boiling, and you clutch at him all the more fervently when you feel yourself start to ease into the sensation of someone new. Someone different. It wasn’t bad, just unfamiliar. 

With a slight shift of his weight, you feel Itto reach further down and you crack your eyes open enough to watch him palm the top of Gorou’s head. With that staggeringly large hand, he guides the smaller man closer to the action and your guts curl into a tight, thrumming knot at the ready submission he shows the oni. That hazy look in his teal-blue eyes only seems to grow more pronounced as he rocks forward on his knees until only a negligible amount of space separates his face from your pelvis where he takes a deep, savory breath. No doubt tasting the potent cocktail of arousal and hormones that scent the air on the back of his tongue. A shudder races up your spine at the implication, Itto mirroring the reaction just a second later when it seems to bleed from you into him like a chain reaction domino effect. 

He reluctantly straightens up from you at that point, slowly taking in first your expression and then Gorou’s. You could tell he was a bit overwhelmed with this, a little outside his usual element (sex god, indeed) but he puts on a brave face all the same. Sliding the hand on your back lower, Itto gives your ass a playful, taunting squeeze as if to test the waters but when you eagerly arch against his touch he seems to find some of his usual confidence. Grabbing your backside in earnest this time, he gives the meat of it a greedy, possessive jostle before delivering a quick swat to make you jolt. You can’t quite stop yourself from giggling, low and sultry — for his benefit as much as Gorou’s — and he gives you a big, eager grin in return before nudging you towards the waiting bed.

Impressed that he was finding his footing so fast, you readily comply and turn to crawl up onto the edge of the mattress under his guidance. He takes a moment to stroke that big hand over your ass again, encouraging you to spread your legs a bit more in a hushed, tentatively coaxing tone that sends fresh tremors racing down your spine. You weren’t sure what to expect from him when this was all so brand new and foreign, having Itto of all people looking at and handling your naked body like this, but it still surprises you slightly when he shuffles back a step once he’s satisfied with your positioning. 

“Alright. Come get her ready for me, doggy.” 

Your heart skips a beat, genuine surprise washing over you at that. It takes everything you have not to turn and look while you’re acutely aware of them moving around behind you, getting resituated, but you force your body to remain still. So he really had paid attention during the talk you'd had leading into this …

Even though you expect it, you still start when Gorou leans into you and shoves his face between your legs. Hands fisting the sheets, you push back into him, groaning, while Itto moves another shuffling step so he can watch the action from a better vantage point. Gorou’s mouth gets right to work on your cunt, eagerly licking from the top of your slit down and then back up again, almost successfully distracting you from what the oni is doing. Almost, but not quite. 

Shoulders tense with anticipation, you crane your neck to look back at him only for a full bodied tremor to tear through you when you find Itto distractedly tugging at his cock. His heavy lidded eyes remain locked on what Gorou is doing, only glancing up from the softly moaning brunette when you release a faltering sound of your own into the statically charged air. He regards you for a long moment, brows pinched in what could only be arousal, before dragging his attention back down and you do the same to watch his thick fingers work over his even thicker length. Gods, he was huge. You weren’t even sure if he was going to fit. 

Gorou seems likewise aware of the logistical challenges in this arrangement, because he’s much messier about eating you out than usual. His wet tongue swirls and laps, gliding through slick folds and creases with a sort of sloppy abandon you didn’t normally see in him, leaving behind an excessive amount of sticky spit in his wake. Focusing his efforts on your palpitating hole and even taking the time to tongue fuck you, it doesn’t take long at all for him to have you feeling like a goopy mess between the legs. Saliva and pussy slick mix together to create a truly viscous consistency that leaves you aching for some real friction even as you grind back on his mouth and nose, smearing his face with it much to his groaning delight. 

Both you and Gorou are outright panting by the time Itto comes close again, his hot, heavy breaths on your clenching pussy just making you shudder all the more. You’re distantly aware of him reaching out to palm the top of Gorou’s head once more and the blatantly possessive, dominating gesture draws another low groan from the general, fanning yet more sticky air across your cunt in the process. You issue a soft noise of your own when Itto pulls him away from you, leaving you to pitifully circle your hips against nothing but resounding emptiness in his absence. Pushing up, you quickly twist around and watch Gorou shift on his knees to fully face the big oni, pink tongue already lolling out of his mouth. 

“My turn now.” The taller man murmurs and you don’t miss the slight waver in his voice, like he still wasn’t totally sure if what he was doing was the right way to go about things. 

But Gorou doesn’t need to be told twice, and your breath hitches when he lurches up to lathe that thick cock in attention that was just as messy as what you had received. The sucker punched noise Itto huffs out rushes straight to your cunt and you shift around a little more to get a better look. Watching your normally polite and well mannered boyfriend slobber all over another man’s big, hefty cock like some common whore unexpectedly turns out to be one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, and you just stare at them in mute fascination. 

“H - hey, there ya’ go,” Itto reaches back to grip Gorou’s neck, the way he slurs and stumbles over his words further belying the effect this was having on him. “Get me nice and wet for your girl, puppy. You know she isn’t used to someone of my size … isn’t that right?” 

You send him a slow look, wondering at his earlier assertion that he couldn’t be mean even if he’d wanted to, but it doesn’t really matter either way. Gorou seems to eat it up, his tail rapidly thumping against the floor as he inches himself somehow even closer to Itto until he’s practically pressed up against his legs, moaning hotly around the cock now wedged in his mouth. His ears press back, folding almost flat against the top of his skull, but his eyes remain locked on the taller male's face, practically begging him for more. 

Letting out another low hiss of surprise, Itto squeezes the back of his neck tighter. “Holy shit.” 

You couldn’t have agreed more. 

It seems to take a great deal of effort for Itto to finally drag Gorou off his cock a few minutes later, his shoulders sagging slightly at the loss of that hot, wet mouth around him. He stands frozen for a moment, just admiring the glistening thread of spittle that stretches between them before apparently gathering his resolve. Gently pushing Gorou back to give himself some space, Itto at last turns to you and brings one knee up to brace on the edge of the bed. You get the picture quickly enough, turning to get on your hands and knees again, and your pussy clenches eagerly when he grabs your hips so he can pull you back against him. You’re sure your heart is going to pound right out of your chest while he takes the time to position you how he wants, no doubt making sure the angle was just right for Gorou to get a front row seat to watch you get split in half. 

“Ready?” 

“Archons, yes.” You groan, and dramatically arch your back to make sure Gorou got a good long look at your cunt being presented to another man. It’s almost a little embarrassing, hamming it up like this, but if the general was willing to give in to the urge to act like an unrepentant slut then so were you. “I need you inside me Itto, I’m already so wet for you. Please fill me up … I need your cock.”

“Shit.” 

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you try to brace for what was coming next as he possessively takes hold of your hips to hold you in place and stop your squirming. You still had some lingering doubts that you could even take something of his size, even with the prep, but you force yourself to relax into it when Itto eagerly presses into you from behind, his own excitement showing in the way he impatiently lines himself up. 

The glans is hot and sticky with lingering spit as it nudges against your cunt and parts the lips under that stilted, slow pressure he exerts, gradually sinking into you bit by excruciating bit. You feel dizzy with it almost instantly, how heavy and oppressive he feels behind you. Your body offers up resistance as soon as he starts to truly breach your entrance though, the stretch to your guts far too great and unfamiliar, and you go ramrod stiff, sucking in a sharp gasp of air. 

“Oh!” 

“Oh ho, ya’ hear that, little buddy? I think she likes it,” Itto softly laughs but the strained, shaky quality of his voice is not lost on you even at this pivotal moment when all the tension in the room feels like it’s reaching true critical mass. He pauses, seems to hesitate, allowing you just a brief moment to adjust and relax the muscles as much as you’re able to, before giving his hips another little push. The way you moan in stricken pleasure seems to bounce off the walls on an endlessly looping echo, ringing in your own ears. 

“Archons above …” 

You don’t get a chance to acknowledge Gorou’s awestruck murmur, much too preoccupied with the massive cock carefully working itself into your body. At least Itto knew he was big, you think to yourself, and thank the gods for that. You’re not sure what you would have done if he’d tried to force it in all at once, either not realizing or not caring that he was much bigger than the average man. The strain of it is all pleasure laced with tinges of discomfort just shy of pain and that intense pressure on your guts makes you go cross eyed by the time he finally slides home, settling against the backs of your thighs at long last with a low, drawn out groan of his own. 

It forces the air out of your lungs in one big, shuddering woosh and you shake so hard the bed softly creaks under your weight. You’d never felt so damn stuffed in all your life. 

“That’s a tight fit.” Itto rumbles out another laugh, or tries to, but it just sounds thin and tremulous in the stuffy room. 

A soft whimper on the floor pulls your head up, and you turn just enough to glance over your shoulder in time to watch the big oni place his hand on Gorou’s head so he can pull him closer. Your pussy throbs around the thick intrusion that’s got you speared down the middle when you feel the brunette’s breath hit your skin again, hovering so near the spot where your bodies are joined that a sudden surge of white hot arousal washes over you, making you writhe in place. 

But Itto seems to be on a mission, evidently committed to his role of playing with you and your boyfriend despite his earlier uncertainty on the matter. He holds Gorou in place while he carefully starts to draw himself back only enough to give a small, staggered thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. For as slight as it is, the weighty push against your innards still makes you lurch, head hanging low now as Itto gradually works his way up to a quicker pace. The soft, wet click of your body taking him in sounds loud in the still air, but Gorou’s quiet sighs and groans are somehow even louder. They dominate the space between your ears and prompt you to loose a sultry, not entirely feigned moan, your entire body thrumming with fast mounting tension. 

“Ohh, Itto … you’re so - ahh! So big! You’re stretching me so much …!” 

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” It takes you a beat to realize that question hadn’t been directed at you but, rather, Gorou. The thought of Itto (making an attempt to) smugly look over at him while he fucks you, your partner helpless to do anything but watch … your back sharply bows, a flustered sound of pleasure punching out of your mouth. 

His thrusts falter then, and Itto seems to glance between the two of you as if suddenly realizing that this was really happening. That he had two cute, perfectly willing participants completely at his mercy, his to do with however he pleased, and that evidently fills him with a newfound sense of confidence. He quickly resumes his pace, rutting his hips into you even more enthusiastically than before. Your pleasured groans and sighs quickly pick up until all you can do is wordlessly bleat every time he sinks into you straight down to the hilt, repeatedly spearing you on his length to the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his pelvis meeting your upturned ass. 

You were quickly losing yourself in it, so caught up in the constant onslaught to all your senses that you almost don’t catch it when he speaks again. 

“You like watching me have your girl, general? I mean this in the best possible way, man, but I had no idea you were so freaky.” Itto doesn’t even appear to be putting in that much effort now that he’s comfortably settled into this pace, his attention equally divided between you and Gorou. Both of you cry out in faltering, near perfect unison, and Itto squeezes your hip where he’s pulling you back to meet his steady thrusts but the brunt of his attention seems to remain focused on the other man. “You should have said something sooner. I would have gladly taken you guys to bed with me. Seriously though, who would’ve guessed she’d be such a size queen? You should feel the way she’s squeezing me right now …”

He lets out a low, faltering groan for emphasis and you just barely catch the sound of Gorou whining needily in the back of his throat over the sound of your own haggard gasps. You have to fight back tears that spring up in your eyes in response to the thorough pounding you were getting, practically seething as you claw at the bed sheets and rock back to meet him. His cock was just too much all at once when it was shoving deep inside of you, rearranging your organs in the process, but you couldn’t stop. It already felt like you were tipping dangerously close to the edge and he was going to shove you over whether you wanted him to or not. 

“You’re really missing out right now, dude. I almost feel bad for you … wanna’ see for yourself what I’m doing to her?”

“Please.” 

To your sudden, groaning disappointment, Itto pulls completely out on the next thrust and he uses the hand on your hip to angle your backside towards Gorou. You clench your teeth at the sensation of your pussy weakly squeezing around nothing, struggling to retract after being moulded around the shape of him, and Gorou outright wheezes at the sight of you. Red hot arousal slices through you at the thought of how you must look in that moment. Soaking wet and gaping in the aftermath of someone else’s cock, spread open on your hands and knees for another man. It would have been shameful and embarrassing had you not seen with your own two eyes how very hard it made the brunette just thinking about the oni having you like this. He’d barely been able to control himself during the talk the three of you had had together, the ever present tent in his pants twitching the whole time he described this particular fantasy. You couldn’t deny that it had gotten you incredibly wet listening to him talk like that and now that it was actually happening you felt wild with arousal. 

Plaintively grinding against the air, you rear back to give him a good look at how very turned on you were, how used your cunt was thanks to someone other than him. “Gorou …” With that quiet whimper, you give your ass a needy little shake for good measure. “M’gonna’ cum.”

He swallows hard enough that you can hear the muscles in his throat working to get it down. “You’re going to cum for him?” Voice small and thin. Raspy. “Right now?” 

“Soon …”

Laughing loudly to disrupt the quiet exchange in that attention grabbing, boisterous way he always does, Itto gives your behind a light swat before yanking you close to him again. This time when he slides in it’s a much quicker affair now that you’re already stretched out for him, and you jerk upright with a choked off wail when he quickly buries himself inside you straight down to the base. Your soft innards throb around the thick intrusion, muscles locked in dizzying tension as he picks right back up where he left off, and still not even close to working up a sweat as far as you could tell. 

“Gods, Itto! You’re … you’re breaking me in half!” 

“Ya’ hear that, puppy? Bet no one’s ever told you that before, huh?” 

The low responding whine from the floor sounds all too familiar and you wonder, in a far off, dreamy sort of way if Gorou was getting close too. If he could really reach his breaking point just from watching Itto impale you on his hard cock. The mere thought of it, picturing it in your cotton stuffed mind and imagining the brunette impotently grinding his narrow hips in increasingly tighter jerks down at the oni’s feet until he finally shoots hot ropes all over himself, has your cunt spasming so wildly you nearly shoot right up off the bed. 

You really were going to cum. And much sooner than even you had anticipated. 

All it takes is one last pinching squeeze to your waist, Itto’s hand massive on you and his nails digging in sharply, for the coil to snap. You wrench against him with a distressed wail and try to shove up, angling your body as if to get away from him, but he won’t let you escape. His grip on you tightens to hold you in place while you shake and convulse through your orgasm, bleating loudly as you shudder harder than you’d thought was physically possible. The hollowed out flutter in your spread cunt feels distant yet so sharp and intense that for a split second you think you really might cry from it. 

Some moments later you finally start to come down from it one jagged piece of you at a time, and you slowly sag to lay out, twitching, in a boneless heap on top of the bed. Itto sedately fucks into you another moment longer, further churning your pulsing guts, before slowly withdrawing again. The resulting wet pop when he slips free makes you wince slightly, but you don’t get a chance to linger on it long enough to be embarrassed. 

“Man, look at the mess you made. I didn’t think you’d cum that much.” Issuing a thin, threadbare whistle, Itto shifts behind you and you numbly lift your head to look back at him, but all of his attention was on Gorou now. “Wanna’ clean me up and give your girlfriend a taste, doggy?” 

You sit up a little straighter, quickly forgetting about your own post orgasm haze when you notice Gorou’s narrow shoulders are trembling just enough for it to be obvious. His pointed canine ears swivel vaguely in your direction at the movement but his eyes remain locked on Itto as he submissively shuffles closer on the floor so he can lean up and catch that heavy, straining cock in his mouth. You were a little surprised Itto hadn’t already cum, having half expected him to shoot ropes almost as soon as he was seated inside you, but you appreciated the (rare) show of foresight on his part. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, you dazedly glance down between them as Gorou moans at the taste of you on the other man. His own erection was still painfully hard, flushed dark now and twitching eagerly in its neglected state, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You had just the thing in mind to take care of him. 

“I think he’s been good this whole time don’t you, Itto?” 

“Huh?” The horned oni glances over at you, clearly more than a little distracted by what Gorou was doing between his legs. “Oh. Uh, yeah. You got something in mind?” 

You nod and carefully climb off the bed, going slow to make sure your legs would support you after such an intense session. It’s slow going at first, but somehow they hold out. “I’d say he’s earned a reward. Let me grab it real quick.” 

Gorou whines from his spot on the floor, no doubt guessing at what you were scheming, but the excited twitch of his tail assures you he likes the idea. So transparent and easy to read. It was incredibly cute. 

Easing open the bottom drawer in the nightstand, you pull out the rubbery cylinder hidden away inside and quickly join Gorou where he’s kneeling. With his mouth still preoccupied around Itto, all he can do is helplessly watch when you bring the toy up and spit in it to lubricate the interior passage. Meaningfully, you then hold it up to his face and he hesitates only a brief moment before pulling off the the other man, panting as he adds his own saliva to the mix. You smile at him and make a suggestive show of fingering into the hole, pushing the mingling spit deeper in and making sure he gets a good look at it while you do it. 

“My pussy is only for Itto but I’m sure this will suffice just as well, won’t it Gorou? At least you’ll get to cum this way … it’s either that or my feet. Which would you prefer?” 

Gorou heaves, lurching slightly as if you’d sucker punched him while he hangs his head low. “I want the toy …” He wheezes. “Please.” 

Your pussy squeezes with renewed excitement but then, with a low groan, Itto’s hand descends upon his head again, guiding him back to his waiting cock. Slyly grinning, you flip the cylinder over and reach across the brunette’s lap to fit it over his straining cock, carefully sinking it down on him while he seals his mouth around Itto again. His hips give a sensitive, desperate jerk before tersely stilling, but it’s clearly a great effort in self control for him not to wildly rut into the fake pussy with everything he’s got. You could practically see the internal struggle reflected in his face, expression pinched and flushed hotter than you’d ever seen it. 

“There,” You murmur, settling further in next to him. “Don’t you look cute like that? Cleaning Itto’s cock after I made a mess on it while you’re stuffed into a toy … I bet you’re just glad you get to cum at all though, huh?” 

Weekly nodding his head, Gorou seems to sway unsteadily on his knees as if he were beginning to feel a bit faint and you didn’t doubt that he was. But then you catch the way Itto glances between the two of you and turn your attention up at him, smiling when he furrows his brows. 

“And here I was worried about being too mean.” He murmurs, making you laugh. 

“I’m not being mean. Gorou likes some soft humiliation from time to time,” Your smile grows, taking on a mischievous edge. “And so do I. Didn't we tell you? We’re both switches.” 

Itto’s eyes widen slightly, his face going slack when your partner does something with his tongue that almost succeeds in distracting him. “Um, okay … what the hell does that mean?” 

“I’ll explain later.” You assure him, breathing out a heady sigh as you lean forward to crowd your face in close to Gorou’s. Itto seems to freeze in place when he realizes what you’re doing, blatant surprise dancing over his expression as you flick your tongue out to lap at the side of his cock and get a good taste of yourself. 

Ears twitching, Gorou mouths his way closer until your lips meet somewhere in the middle. You kiss each other over the bobbing length between you and swap the taste of pussy back and forth. The way Itto flusteredly groans sounds almost delirious, a bit woozy, but neither of you pay it any mind. 

With the hand in his lap, you grip the cylindrical toy in a steady hold and begin pumping it up and down, working Gorou’s achingly hard cock and earning a sensitive, breathless wheeze from him as he rocks back. His eyes practically roll straight up in his head, moaning a broken sob when his stuttering hips jerk and twitch but he catches himself with another low, rumbling sound of pleasure. Leaning up again, he quickly seals his mouth over Itto and starts bobbing his head to take him straight to the back of his throat. You feel your own tentative arousal double and then triple, slipping your tongue out to trace along the protruding vein on the side so you can take care of what Gorou can’t reach. Knowingly, you turn your sly gaze up at Itto who’s startled expression quickly morphs into one of pure, tortured bliss. 

“I think you guys are really trying to kill me here or something …” 

You try not to grin and fail miserably at it, ducking your head to press a lingering kiss against the dangling weight of his ballsack. “Aww, what gave it away? And here I thought we were being so very subtle.” 

“That’s not funny —“ Itto starts to say only to abruptly cut off with a whiny, vaguely flustered moan as he tips his head back and hisses up at the ceiling. He probably hadn’t anticipated himself ending up on the receiving end quite like this, getting tag teamed by the two of you, but the way his cock eagerly twitches between you and Gorou seemed to suggest he was just fine with it. 

Good. The night was still young, after all, and you were ready for more.

⭐

Crossposted: here

[slutty-shattered-memes]

Send 'Public NTR' for a drabble of my muse cucking their significant other in public.

Add 'Reversed' for my muse's significant other to cuck them in public.

Please specify muse for multimuse blogs.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Rules (Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, prefrences, Master List, and Current Works)

(Re-vamped for new added fandoms, rules, and prefrences)

“I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”-Howard Philips Lovecraft

Hello I'm Mr. Cosmic, I am a Romantic Asexual Man (Not sex repulsed, I actually find the concept of sex and how deeply it is ingrained in humanity fascinating) my birthday is September 26th, My favorite food is Spaghetti and Garlic Bread (I know I know, Asexuals and garlic bread), my favorite drink is home made Mountain Tea, I love writing romantic and fluffy things but I also may right angst if I'm in the right mood, My favorite bands are Queens Of The Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, Iron Maiden, Nujabes (RIP), Megadeth, Rob Zombie, and Foo Fighters, I hope we can all get along!

I take recommendations for shows to watch and add to the list of fandoms and music to listen to while I write (I am partial to fast paced songs, but I also enjoy slower ones)

I am also associated with the @favonius-library and @ecrin-de-litterature

ASKS ARE: OPEN

One Hundred One Word Prompts

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ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS

ALL OF MY CURRENT WORKS PT.2

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My Pet Peeves For Asks

One Of My Pet Peeves For Asks: Fighters, Not Body Builders

Rules

I only write romance for female characters but I'm perfectly fine with writing platonic male relationships (There are a few exceptions but most of the time this is the rule of thumb to go by)

I write for G/N, Male, and Female readers

Like any other Tumblr I reserve the right to reject asks

Be Respectful.

Do Not Hate On People In The Comments!

No Homophobia, Transphobia, etc. etc.

If You Have A Question About A Post Ask In The Comments Of The Post please.

No Politics!

I prefer to write for Ladies but I will do guys once in a blue moon if they're a part of the ask.

Due to a recent attempt to write trans readers and the anxiety attack which affected my willingness to write I have made the decision to (For the moment this may change though it is unlikely) not write Trans readers there is nothing wrong with Trans People I just feel like I can't portray them properly.

IF ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING PORN BOT OR BLANK BLOG FOLLOWS ME I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL GO ON A GODDAMN PURGE SO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CUSTOMIZE YOUR TUMBLR OR I MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY BAN HAMMER YOU!!! Please, if you have a question or an ask, ask me the question in the INBOX not in my MESSAGES. My MESSAGES are for my mutuals to talk to me. Not to receive asks through, that is what the ASK BUTTON is for. If I continue to receive asks in my MESSAGES I WILL start blocking people.

FANDOMS

Fate Grand Order and TYPE-MOON in general

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Zenless Zone Zero

Reverse 1999

Goddess Of Victory: Nikke

Arknights

Blue Archive

Girls Front Line

Limbus Company

Lobotomy Corporation

Library Of Ruina

Bloodborne

Elden Ring

Baldur’s Gate 3

Senran Kagura

Danganropa

Persona 3

Persona 4

Persona 5

Shin Megami Tensei

Dungeon Fighter Online

Dungeon Fighter Duel

River City Girls

Tekken

King Of Fighters

Guilty Gear

Granblue Fantasy

Blazblue

Skullgirls

Darkstalkers

Under Night In Birth

Street Fighter

Resident Evil

Final Fantasy

Fear & Hunger

Fear & Hunger: Termina

Hi-Fi Rush

Trails Of Cold Steel

Bleach

Chainsaw man

Jujutsu Kaisen

RWBY

Ikki Tousen

Highschool DxD

(To Be Added)

What I Will Do

Character x Reader

All of the dere's (Yandere, Kudere, Tsundere, Goudere, Masodere, Sadodere etc. etc.)

Poly

Character x Multiple (Separate from Poly, NSFW only Ex. Free Use)

Platonic Relationships

NSFW (If You Want a Specific Kink You Have To Ask)

(More To Be Added)

What I Won’t Do

Underage

Non-Con (I might do CNC)

Kinks like Scat and Vore

NTR

(More To Be Added)

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[plasticfangtastic]

Am glad that Blink twice had a trigger warning before the movie started.

I didnt expect to leave feeling upset about what i expected to be a mid horror flick but yeah there is SA in this film but i swear the trigger warning used the words 'abuse of power' like ma'am thats SA we should call it what it is.

Some spoilers thoughs beneath

The rape scenes were fairly intense but the reverse NTR ending had me confused?

Like did she blackmail him to become a billionare? She married him too and he rape her so like is she raping him now and keeping him unnaware or is he aware? Dunno so confused

[alexis-woodrider]

It feels so good to be so fucking hot. To hold power over every cock around. To experience what you could only dream of. Call me a slut. I don't mind. I'll wear that label proudly. Now fuck off. Your crush and I have business to attend to on your bed.

[therealmofamorus]

Send “Childhood NTR” for your muses childhood friend get NTR’d by someone else.

Send “Reverse Childhood NTR” for your muses to NTR’d on your childhood friend.

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

Hello, world👋

Making this blog to contribute to the few femdom jaune blogs we have here. I know, I'm probably late to the game, but hey, better late than never, I suppose. I'm not very good, but I'll try up for overtime.

So here is a list of accepted and not accepted kinks.

Accepted:

Femdom (obviously)

Futadom

Ass worship

Pegging

Post orgasm torture

Teasing and denial

Non-con(and yes the hard r)

Reverse NTR( female cucking female. There other blogs that offer cuckold jaune content, but I'm not interested in that.

Furry(yes I'm a furry fight me nerds)

ETC, if there are other kinks you think would work, please tell me so I can consider it

Not Accepted:

NTR that cucks jaune

Scat

Urine play

Vore

As said before, any other kinks you think would be a good fight here,page send them up for construction.

Hope yall will enjoy and help me grow as a writer

Stay gangsta

[beforus-for-real-justice]

PLEASE P°ST THIS BEF°RE M°D BR°NYA GETS °N THIS IS IMP°RTANT!

I WAS HER °LD JADEBL°°D FRIEND SHE MENTI°NED WHEN SHE TALKED AB°UT H°W SHE G°T M°D WANSHI!!

YES I DID MENTI°N M°D WANSHI BACK WHEN HE WAS A GRUB T° HER BUT WE HAVEN'T C°NFIRMED IF HE WAS G°ING T° GET CULLED YET, MIGHT °F BEEN C°NSIDERING HE WAS WHAT Y°U W°ULD C°NSIDER A RUNT BUT WE WERE G°ING T° INTR°DUCE HIM T° S°ME LUSII!!!

SHE SCREWED THAT UP AND MIND C°NTR°LLED ME T° GET ME T° D° THE PAPERW°RK STUFF T° GET HIM IN HER CUST°DY, AND I C°ULDN'T GET ANY °F IT REVERSED!!!!

SHE SH°ULD N°T BE A CULLER!!!!!

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[latenightswithdoom]

Reverse NTR Arkos, as in: Pyrrha plans to cuck Jaune by sleeping with Cardin in front of him, but when she tries, Jaune successfully seduces the bully, and Pyrrha is the one on the chair while Cardin plows her boyfriend. Bonus is they all give each other aftercare at the end.

Content: NTR, MLM

Pyrrha was stuck in a dazed state not certain how her plan went so sideways but more importantly, how hot it was to watch Cardin pounding Jaune. She sat back in her chair, rubbing herself stupid as the two boys went at it. Jaune's bubble butt shaking a bit with each thrust by Cardin, the bully pinning him down and making out with him sloppily. The trio all came at once and cuddled up together on the bed. Pyrrha's hand soaked, and Cardin's cum still leaking out of Jaune. They would have to do this many many more times.

[slutty-shattered-memes]

Send 'NTR Impregnation' for my muse to get knocked up in front if their significant other.

Add 'Reversed' so my muse's significant other gets knocked up in front of them.

Please specify muse for multimuse blogs.

[chiefatticcreator]

NTR Differences: May with Branden Vs her Blaziken

Branden was... alright, May figured. Sure, his cock wasn't the best (in fact she had checked and he was apparently below average), but he made good efforts, and even if he couldn't bring her to orgasm every time, she had to give him credits for trying his best whenever they were together. She could not prevent the slight shiver of displeasure whenever his cock touched her, nor the brief look of disappointment in ehr eyes whenever she saw it, but those things weren't his fault, she supposed.

"It's okay, maybe i'll cum next time." she would tell him reassuringly, not telling him that she came more often with her toys than with him, or that her dildo was twice as long and large and thick as his cock. Or that his cock felt strangely... cold, limp, even when he was hard and tried to fuck her. It was all pathetic, and quite sad, too.

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"Ohh YES! FUCK YES! FUCK ME MORE!" May screamed, encouraging her lover, bouncing her ass against his hips, her breasts jiggling from her enthusiasm, from the wy she moved, the way her Blaziken thrust inside her.

It was perfect, it was more than perfect! It was everything she had wanted out of a lover and more. May had loved her pokemon in all the ways, and he rewarded her with the pounding of a lifetime everytime they were together. Whenever she left ouf of his pokeball in the wild and there wasn't a battle, ti was because hse wwanted his cock, or it was because she could tell eh was frustrated and needed a bitch to cum into. And May was mroe than happy to be that bitch.

To be the warm, eager, wet holes of a cunt that envelopped her Blaziken's big, hot, throbbing, enormous cock, that was pounded recklessly, like he was the one owning her and not the reverse. And May loved every second of it.