#smut scenarios

[venusbyline]

Fates ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 22, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x wife!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: spit kink

— summary: Jacaerys Velaryon had become the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and you had become his Queen Consort. Grief, sacrifice and pain carried the weight of crowns. The daily tragedies would happen forever until one of you died. This was the true destiny of the Greens and Blacks. There were never victors after the war. The eternal unhappiness was the only conquest.

— word count: 2.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 22nd day, Targcest (aunt/nephew), female!reader, queen consort!reader, king!Jacaerys, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, spit kink, rape/non-con, degradation, rough sex, gore, referenced mutilated penis, nipple play, nipple torture, blood and violence, blood kink, vaginal sex, anal sex, hate sex, implied PTSD, biting, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, VERY DARK CONTENT, hurt no comfort, mild angst, light unconscious sex, ambiguous/open ending (but it would probably be a sad or bittersweet ending), curse words, death threats, sexism, crying, dacryphilia, mild dumbification, referenced permanent injury, mild aftercare (BUT NO REALLY), past genital torture, Jacaerys also lost an eye, fake character death, emotional manipulation, sadism, breast worship, forced orgasm, marriage of convenience, forced marriage, sexual and psychological torture, survivors guilt, male infertility, Jacaerys Velaryon lives, Jaehaera Targaryen lives, Baela Targaryen dies, forced child marriage mentioned, minor Jaehaera Targaryen/Aegon III Targaryen, past Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, past Aemond Targaryen/reader, mild Stockholm syndrome, age gap (older woman/younger man), Jace's 17 during 131 AC and 21 during 135 AC, reader's 21 during 131 AC and 25 during 135 AC, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence (The Blacks win the Dance of the Dragons), porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @turdettethefirst

— crossposting: AO3

"The King ordered your presence into his private chambers, Your Grace. Immediately."

The maid's voice brought you out of your almost peaceful sleep. Before the war, you loved having the calm to sleep and get plenty of rest whenever you could, away from the trivial duties of Royalty. Before, you loved going to sleep and waking up with your nephews laughing and playing on your bed, trying to wake you up by the most messy and childish possible ways. Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor were like your children too, you helped your older sister to take care of them, often more present in their lives than Aegon himself, who was always just focused on fucking whores or harassing the castle's servants.

During the Dance of the Dragons, you almost went crazy, also like Helaena. As if the cruel murder of your nephew Jaehaerys was not enough, you were also forced to marry your twin brother, Aemond, who ended up dying during The Battle Above the Gods Eye along with your uncle Daemon, turning you into widow at just twenty years old in that time. Your half-sister Rhaenyra's death was inevitable, as were the deaths of nearly every member of the Targaryen family. However, Rhaenyra's bloodline continued on the throne after the mysterious poisoning of your older brother Aegon II during 131 AC. When the Blacks took back the Iron Throne, your greatest concern would be not only the fact that your other nephew, Aegon III, son of your half-sister and your uncle Daemon, could ascend as the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms at such a young age, but also the fact of what would happen to you and your little niece Jaehaera, who had the tragic fate of marrying the boy even though they were both children, as a stupid attempt at a peace treaty between the Blacks and Greens.

To your surprise, it was not Aegon III who ascended the Iron Throne, much less little Jaehaera or even you. But Jacaerys Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen's firstborn and her legitimized heir, the one that everyone believed for almost two years that he was dead. On that horrifying afternoon, you were sure that the new king would order your death and the death of your niece. Which never happened. You did not know how Jacaerys had survived after the Battle of the Gullet, but despite the possible cruel fate that awaited you, you were grateful that His Grace was a man of his word and swore to keep Jaehaera alive and safe in King's Landing, not breaking up the marriage between her and his little brother, Aegon III, but also giving his word that the two children only would be able to consummate their marriage years later and did not need to act as a couple while they were still so young. After all, Jacaerys might want revenge on your family at all costs, but that did not mean he was in favor of murder or allowing the rape of a little girl, in a certain way.

Even during 135 AC, four years after the coronation of the current ruler, Jaehaera remained alive and safe, protected by her brother-in-law and cousin. Your nephew and husband. The new King. And for that, your fate was forever sealed as the second wife of King Jacaerys Velaryon, the first of his name.

"Lady Wife!" Jacaerys shouted with exaggerated excitement as he lay on the bed, completely naked but covered by the silk sheets. "I see the maids did not disappoint me again this time."

You took a deep breath, remembering the week before when he yelled at the servants for taking so long to bring you to your shared chambers. It had been unnecessary and agonizing to watch how people cowered in the face of his threats. The once kind and sweet Prince Jacaerys had become such a rude and merciless King since the death of his family. You could not blame him, even if you preferred to be able to.

"They were quick to bathe me and get me ready to see you." Your tone was monotonous, without emotion or affection. It was always like this. A slow death sentence you signed for the sake of your niece Jaehaera. You were used to this exhausting routine. Lying with Jacaerys when he was drunk, angry with the duties of his reign and the weight of the crown, as well as the grief that tormented his mind every night, indulging in wine or pleasure houses to try to avoid insanity which was approaching him little by little.

Both of you never knew each other very well before the marriage of convenience. You had interacted with Jace just a few times before the Dance of the Dragons, the last time being at that disastrous Viserys's supper, when Jace tried to be polite and ask Helena and then you for a dance, but his kindness only ended up making Aegon and Aemond jealous about Hel and you, causing more chaos between your families.

You might not know much about Jacaerys. However, it was obvious that the war had changed his personality. Now, he was colder, far from the soft boy who once made you chuckle dancing with him in an almost clumsy way. Now, Jace just saw you as a prize won due to the war, even if you were his second wife. He had lost everyone, even Baela.

Not that he really loved her, but there was affection and protection there. Political marriages that turned into true affectionate feelings. If only Baela had not died during the labor of their stillborn son... Perhaps he would have truly loved her as time passed. Perhaps he would have heirs now and would not need to sleep with you. Or almost that.

"You are so fucking stand-off right now, My Queen." The King muttered mockingly, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he took another sip from the wine cup, motioning for you to approach the bed. With a sigh, you walk in silence, taking off your white nightgown you wore and sitting on his lap carefully, looking at him. Jace had intense marks spread across his body and face, scars that you wanted to caress if only he did not despise you as hell.

This adult version of him reminded you of your brother and ex-husband Aemond. The unexpected parallel between the uncle and the nephew was interesting. Both men missing one of their eyes. Aemond One-Eye, Jacaerys One-Eye. But there was no sapphire inside your current husband's eye socket. After reclaiming what was rightfully his, Jace ordered a black obsidian to be molded to fit there. A sadder version of your brother and ex-husband.

You missed Aemond, even if he was not a good husband and refused to breed you until the end of the war. Jacaerys missed Baela, even if he did not have any romantic feelings for her.

"I wish I could breed you with my heirs." Jace murmured, brushing away the silver hair that was in front of your face, taking in your delicate features for a moment. "I wonder if they would have silky light hairs like yours, or if they would be cursed with my dark hair."

His words made you curl into his lap, biting the lip to ward off a pained whining when he grabbed a handful of your silver strands, as if he wanted to rip them out completely and make you swallow every single one of them later. "I wish I still had my cock, then I would fuck you until your cunt swelled and was sore. I would hear you screaming and crying every night, begging me to stop hurting you while your tight little cunt would be constantly bleeding and milking me. And guess what? I would never stop. I WOULD NEVER STOP! I would be turned on seeing my seed leaking from all your holes and you screaming for my mercy just like the disgusting brothel whores."

The sickly macabre sentences caught you off guard and he pushed you under the bed, climbing on top of you, now without the sheets covering the absence of his cock, just the bad stitches and the almost huge nauseating scar where the Greens had ripped off his big and delightful penis. The length that Jacaerys always boasted about as a teenager. He would probably be the next Realm's Delight, just like his mother had been. But now all he had to content himself with was fucking you with his large fingers or his tongue, kissing you aggressively, always biting your lips or your breasts until they bleed, covered with light scars, just like he did with the whores from the brothels. "You should always be my own brood mare. I should force myself on you and make you carry my children every year until you learned to enjoy it. To enjoy me. TO LOVE ME!"

In that same second, as if he could read your mind, Jacaerys spat in the middle of your breasts and pinched your nipples with both hands between index fingers and thumbs, making you scream as he twisted them hard. "I should rip off your own nipples and make yourself eat them for dinner. I should fuck your nasty cunt with the blade of my sword until your womb tears, being disemboweled from the inside. I should kill you like your damn family killed mine." He shouted angrily, hitting your face once before squeezing your chin, forcing you to part your lips so he could spit the wine-tasting saliva onto your tongue. "SWALLOW IT! THIS IS AN ORDER FROM YOUR TRUE KING!"

He yelled, forcing you to obey after the next three slaps he gave you, without even letting you breathe. You swallowed his spit, your tears flowing in panic and your heart racing from it all. Jace's newly acquired cruelty was no longer a surprise to you, but sometimes your attempt at apathy faded and you let your sad emotions take control. You continued crying as the King spat in your face two more times, not even trying to clean up his disgusting mess on your cheeks and just allowing his hands to hurt your aching cunt, his slender fingers fucking you without any care, probably drawing blood while you bit your lip and closed your eyes, trying hard not to pay attention to anything. Trying hard not feeling anything or thinking about anything. Trying hard not to admire the scars on his handsome face or the dark jewel inside his empty eye.

You needed to keep Jaehaera safe. After the death of your sister Helaena, Jaehaera was no longer just your niece, she was also your daughter now. She was the only good thing in whole your life and you needed to protect her, even if it meant sacrificing your body and mind. You wondered if this was how your Lady Mother Alicent felt everytime your stupid father Viserys fucked her since she was just a teenager girl. In those years ago, did Alicent feel violated? Raped? Disgusted with her husband, with the world and mainly with herself? Did she also feel guilty and think she deserved those so cruel acts? But... did Alicent also feel empathy even about the man who hurt her?

Alicent Hightower was a broodmare for Viserys Targaryen. However, Jacaerys Velaryon could not procreate and get you pregnant with his seed. So you did not know what that made you. Just an object to be used and abused by him? Beaten until one day he finally had enough and murdered you? Until the little Aegon III getting older and inherits the Iron Throne due to his older brother's lack of heirs?

Would this be Jaehaera's fate too? Being just a Queen Consort and a whore inside the private chambers against her own will? Was this the fate of all women?

The hours passed in a blur, despite you being conscious the entire time, you decided to keep your thoughts empty and away from the cruel reality, preferring not to staring Jace. You did not realize how messy and filthy your face was with the King's saliva until you felt Jacaerys's hands caressing your cheeks with panic, trying to clean up the violence he made, his own fingers being full of your cum and the blood that had come out so much from your cunt and from your ass, both tight holes bleeding and hurting like the Seven Hells.

"Gods, I am so sorry." Jace sobbed, keeping to wipe your face. You saw how his eye became even more prettier filled with crystal clear tears, his cheeks red from crying. "I am so sorry, My Queen. I did not mean... I did not mean to be like this. I did not want to be a monster. I just want my family back. I just want to be able to be a good husband, I just want to be a father. I did not want to be that kind of King." Jacaerys hugged your tired and vulnerable form, his naked body shaking from the intense bout of crying as he searched your mouth to kiss you softly, as a way to compensate. The kiss tasted like tears, cum and blood. But you did not care. "Oh, Gods. Please, forgive me. Forgive me, aunt." You let him kiss you with some tenderness while he was apologizing in the midst of despair. You knew everything all too well. All of this would happen again in just a few days.

Jacaerys Velaryon had become the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and you had become his Queen Consort. Grief, sacrifice and pain carried the weight of crowns. The daily tragedies would happen forever until one of you died. This was the true destiny of the Greens and Blacks. There were never victors after the war. The eternal unhappiness was the only conquest.

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[2-dsimp]

Hear me out... Yan priest with a non believer reader....like just imagine....Yan priest"you don't believe in heaven huh...then I'll take you to heaven...then continued to 💥 her....

Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞 Fem reader! Throatpie, coercion, corruption, dubcon, religious aspects, creampie, cum shower, slight humiliation, degradation, praise, overstimulation, Zebad turning you into a true believer

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Zebad sighs in contentment as he watches you collapse onto the altar, his wet slick and cum covered shaft slipping out of your overused cunt with a wet pop. He takes a moment to admire your body, feeling his own softening member hardening with avengeance as he sees the marks and bruises he so graciously bestowed upon your skin. Before he quickly flips you over, ripping off your top with a gentle smile.

"Mmm, my lost Dove~ did this prayer session help to enlighten you by chance?"

The Priest hums with a twisted expression on his face confronting the non believer gasping for breath within his holy sanctum. Right before the lords eyes of the marble statue which stood tall above them and judged with a solemn stare.

He reached out a hand to firmly grasp onto your hair, his rock hard cock hovering near your lips. While he smacks his meat against your face, before nudging the tip of his leaking fat tip against your lips smearing it with your collective love juices from prior rounds.

"Oh how precious you are my dear, your pretty head looks as if it’s all empty inside. Allow me to fill it with something meaningful"

The Priest coos lovingly before he shoves his penis into your mouth, forcing it down your throat. He can feel your gag reflex kicking in, but he doesn't care. This was meant to teach you a lesson on how not to turn your back on the gracious blessings. That the lord could bestow to you if you’d just let your heart open fully to the wonders of the teachings he gives…

In all honesty Zebad was bullshitting about his preaching for a god he didn’t even have half a mind to remember the name of. He couldn’t care less about said god nor did he fathom entertaining the prestige beliefs of his pious church brethren. Why would he spend time trying to convert you into worshiping the lord when he could make you revere him as your sole savior.

"That's it, Love suck just like how we’ve practiced. Being such a good girl for me"

He purrs continuing to thrust into your mouth, his balls rubbing against your face as he uses you for his own pleasure. Grinning with satisfaction as he feels your fingers wrap around his thick length, your mouth still wrapped around it like a newborn. The corrupt holy official could feel his cock twitching with impatience, eager for your attention. He starts to buck his shaft inside your salivating mouth, relishing in the moist heat of your tongue sliding back and forth on his foreskin.

Yes, he’d make you utterly reliant on him for the rest of your days. Spend his sweet time training you, molding you into his perfect believer who’d only get on their knees and revere him as both your lover and guiding light to damnation. He alone would encompass the entirety of your mind, body, and soul.

"You’re gonna learn to accept me as your lover and savior and become an obedient bitch for me yes?"

Zebad coaxes with an sugarcoated timbre whilst he continues to rock his pelvis against your face, his body wracked with pleasure as he feels himself getting close to cumming again. He can ascertain how much your esophagus was tightening around his dick, making his balls twitch from the sensation. Of how he knows that you're so eager to please him.

"Oh what a delectable sheep you are, my darling~ so docile and compliant for me."

The Priest pants as he finally drives his shaft to the hilt, smacking his balls up against your drooling face. He lingers there for a moment, enjoying the tightness of your throat around him as you gag. He can feel his cum building up inside of him, and he knows that he's getting close to the edge.*

"Fuck, Dove, go on and take it! Take your lord and saviors cum like the good believer I know you are."

He starts to flood your taste buds with the peculiar taste of his gummy sperm, making you gag even more. The amount is too much for you to handle, so he spills the rest of his cum all over your tits and face in white beady rivulets. He grins with satisfaction as he watches his cum dripping down your body.

"Mmm, you look so beautiful covered in my cum perhaps I should make you walk around in it all day. And make it test of your faith towards me wouldn’t you say?”

Zebad goads, his voice low and seductive. Paired along with a devilish smile that was present on his face full of infatuation and obsession for his poor little sheep that wandered helplessly into his clutches.

[ast4tarion]

todays unhinged thought: dry humping. making a boy cum his pants from your grinding alone. Maybe he’s inexperienced or just very sensitive, maybe it’s his first time, but you’ve got that pretty bulge in his pants trapped right up against your hips when you sit in his lap facing him. Maybe it started off as just innocent kissing, but you brushed up against his bulge trying to readjust your position and suddenly he’s grabbing you and pulling you close enough to grind on it. You’re humping messy, no coordination as the two of you desperately stroke and grind and bump against each other. You feel his cock twitching from inside his pants, begging to be jacked off and get some proper release. You’re just teasing him, figuring rubbing fabric will just get him riled up, that’s it. His grasp on your hips gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster into your mouth when you kiss and suddenly he very abruptly stops. He lets out a low whine and his entire face is flushed bright red and it takes you a couple seconds to put together what happened until you see the dark patch forming on the front of his pants. He came a fat sticky load in his boxers from just you grinding on him alone. You coo at him, teasing him as he hides his face in embarrassment. The best part is when you unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers he’s still rock hard and covered in his own sticky seed, even more sensitive to each and every one of your touches.

[cherryredstars]

Filler post but…

Deprived boyfriend who’s just so enamored by you.

NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Oral & Penetrative Sex

He can spend hours between your legs, fingers teasing and rubbing against that pretty pearl that twitches for attention. His heavy breathing warming your soft skin as his pupils dilate. Your poor, deprived man who just wants you to feel so good and looks up at you with those crazed eyes that scream for your praise.

His whimpers vibrate against your cunt as he tries to pull your own noises out of your plump lips. Eyes half-lidded as he slurps and drowns himself in your thick scent and sugary juices. Tongue exploring every inch of your folds, growling against your fluttery walls when you try to push his head away. His teeth threatening to nip at your fingertips when you try to toy with your own clit, greedy to be the only source of your pleasure.

Can’t even rip him off of you when he sinks into your burning heat, drool slathered across the junction of your neck as he humps you like a dirty dog. His hips sloppy and bruising every time you moan or whimper out that praises he runs circles around for. Every small gasp of how full you feel or every screech about how deep he is goes straight to that caveman part of his brain that drives his dick. Doesn’t care that he’s twitching and he’s about to collapse on top of you, he’ll pump release after release into your gaping hole. Even if his ears are ringing and tears are falling down his face from his own overstimulation, he’ll still find the energy to grind his soft cock against your walls until he passes out.

[dietcokegirly12]

“Call Me”

featuring satoru gojo and suguru geto ♰.𖥔 ݁ ˖🔪 

── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙

art credit: @aransmind (plsss check them out their art is so.. (っ´ω`c)♡

── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙

I needed to write a fanfic w these fanarts before halloween is over, so pls take this jjk oneshot ik its not my usual content but (♡﹃♡)

tags: squirting, overstim, knifeplay, threesome, oral (fem!recieving), masturbation, teasing, spitting, edging, degrading, cock piercing, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampie, etc etc

word count: 2.7k of straight filth

100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!! i love and appreciate every single one of u bakas, and im so grateful you guys enjoy my writing you all mean the world to me :3

⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊˚⁺——— ⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊˚⁺ ——— ⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊

It was Halloween night, and you had been sprawled across the couch, idly watching Halloweentown, and going back and forth to the door to give out candies to trick-or-treaters when you heard it.

Riiing! Riiing!

Your phone lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number, which was unusual at this time. Confused, you press accept, holding it up to your ear.

"You hang up, and you die darling."

Rather than being frightened of the threat however, you laugh.

"Suguru, I know it's you."

Your two best friends, Satoru and Suguru, were always doing dumb shit like this, pranking you at any given opportunity, and you knew that this time was surely no different.

In an act of defiance, and maybe just to see what would happen, you brush off his warning and hang up, the dial tone signifying the end of the call.

The second you do however, you hear two ominous knocks ring out through the stillness of the night.

Startled, your head turns toward the door, feeling a hint of fear and.. something else, for the first but certainly not the last time that night.

Standing up, you hesitantly walk over to open the door, unsure what awaited you.

It swings open to reveal a Satoru dressed in a complete Ghostface costume, mask and everything, holding a knife in one hand.

You gasp softly as he begins to stalk toward you, placing his hands on either side of your hips and pushing you back onto the couch you were just on.

Your phone begins ringing again, and he simply stares at you, breathing softly as you reach for it, picking it up a little shakily.

"Hello?"

"What did I say doll?"

Your breathing slightly picks up as you listen, Satoru standing motionless before you.

"Now, since you decided to disobey me, our little friend over here is going to have to do something about that, hm?"

You gasp as in one fluid motion, Satoru has you pinned, the heat of his body pressed firmly against yours making your heart rate increase.

The hand that's holding the prop knife lifts to brush against your cheek, and it's then that you realize it's real, the cool tip of the metal making you shiver as he lightly draws it down your jaw.

He keeps going, past your neck and between the valley of your breasts, until it's grazing just in between your thighs, where the wetness of your arousal is rapidly pooling.

You bite back a whine as he ever so slightly brushes the very tip of the knife up and down the seam of your panties, having only put on a baggy t-shirt prior to this, expecting a cozy night in.

It's dangerous, and you know with one wrong movement, the knife could nick the most sensitive part of you, but it just felt so good.

With skilled fingers, Satoru's hand holding the knife comes to the strap of your lacy black panties, gently tugging it down using only the tip, and dragging it off your body to reveal your glistening pussy.

His head tilts, the hollow black eyes and stretched mouth of his mask seeming to stare at you tauntingly.

"Touch yourself." Geto's heated voice over the phone demands, and you inhale sharply as Satoru draws back expectantly.

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks at the prospect of being intimate with yourself in front of your two best friends, but that quickly fades when Satoru's knife warningly grazes your thigh, urging you to hurry.

You bite your lip nervously, reaching one hand in between your thighs to circle your sopping wet cunt, your fingers gliding easily across your slickness.

You hear Satoru inhale, and spurred on, you continue, adding a finger into your entrance and beginning to slowly pump it in and out, biting back a moan.

The obscene sounds of your cunt squelching become the only sound in the room, and your back arches as you lose yourself in the pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and forgetting about the fact that both Satoru and Suguru were still very much there.

As your pace increases, and you add a finger to rub your clit in unison, you can feel yourself getting closer, whimpering softly as your stomach tightens and coils. You spread your legs wider, orgasm so close you can practically taste it as you prepare for the whiteness of pleasure to overwhelm you and explode behind your eyelids and... it stops.

Your eyes fly open as Satoru's muscular arms pin your wrists together and hold them firmly over your head, leaving your cunt to throb desperately from the loss.

"You don't get to come yet, pretty." Geto's voice.

"Not with how rudely you hung up on us earlier."

You whine softly in protest, trying to arch your hips up but Satoru is quick to stop you, pinning your body to the couch.

"Please I-I'm sorry, I thought it was a prank!"

You break off into a sudden moan as Satoru's fingers come to cup your dripping pussy, long fingers spreading across you.

His other hand raises to lift the Ghostface mask off his head, revealing messy white hair sticking up in all directions, and hazy blue eyes wild and frantic-looking. "Fuck.. need to.."

Before you can even react, he drags you toward him, and buries his face between your thighs, inhaling deeply as his tongue instantly flicks out to taste you.

"Here's what's going to happen, doll. If you can manage to hold off, and not come within a certain period of time, we'll reward you. If you do come, well..." His voice breaks off, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

You open your mouth to respond but only small whines and moans manage to come out as Satoru settles into a more comfortable position, busying himself between your legs as his nose bumps your clit.

"Fuck!" Not wanting to anger Suguru more than you already have, you grab a fistful of Satoru's snowy white locks intending to pull him off of you, but your body betrays you and you end up only pulling him closer until his whole face is pressed right against your throbbing pussy.

You knew at this rate you weren't going to last, especially with how close you already were from earlier, and desperately, your hips twitch upward, soft pleas and moans for him to slow down proving fruitless.

He begins kitten-licking your cunt gently, and your legs tighten slightly around his head as you focus on something, anything other than the man between your spread thighs, trying your best to hold off as long as you can.

"How's that feel?" The deep purr of Suguru's voice snaps you out of your haze as you remember you're still on the phone with him, and you glance over quickly, flushed.

"Ah i-it.."

Ever eager for your attention, Satoru takes your sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks, and it's all over.

Your thighs clamp around his head tightly, and you feel him groan as you come hard, drenching his face in your sweet slick, eyes rolling back in your head, slutty moans of his name spilling out of you as white-hot pleasure consumes you.

Just then, the creak of the door opening cuts into your haze, and with a jolt, you see Suguru dressed in a similar get-up, his mask tilted up on his head to reveal the glinting piercings on his smirking lips, phone in hand.

"Well, well, well."

He shuts the door with his foot, coming over to the couch you're splayed across to coo at you softly, one large hand coming to slip under your shirt, and squeeze your breast firmly, causing you to whimper in response.

Satoru's still lapping up the remnants of your essence, lifting his head to gaze at you almost adoringly. "She's s' sweet, 'sugu."

He chuckles in response. "I bet she is. Though she still is a disobedient little whore, and one who can't seem to learn her lesson, at that."

Your breathing is shallow as your eyes flick between the two, unsure of what's going to happen next now that you hadn't listened to Suguru.

He leans close to you, lips almost brushing yours as he pauses just a few millimeters away. "Since you like to be a little slut, we're just going to have to treat you like one."

With that being his only warning, he nods to Satoru who quickly stands up from the couch to start undressing, the black velvety fabric of his costume falling to the floor in a pile.

Suguru does the same, revealing toned, muscular thighs and rippling abs, his muscles flexing and tightening as he steps out of his costume.

Next to go are their boxers, revealing two, very impressive cocks, both hard with pearly pre-cum beading from their slits.

You take a moment to ogle them for a moment, never expecting your two best friends to have such pretty dicks.

Satoru's is so long, longer than Suguru's, and sticks up straight in the air, flushed a pale pink and coming to a perfect pointed Cupid's arrow at the top, veins running all along it.

Suguru, on the other hand, is not as long but he's thick. So thick in fact, you don't think you can fit your hand all the way around him. The tip is a dark reddish hue, and what most draws your eye to him is the presence of piercings. Three, to be exact, all leading up to the thick, mushroom head of his cock, leaking pre-cum all over his stomach.

He nods again at Satoru, and they both put the masks back on, leaving two naked Ghostfaces in front of you.

Your breathing increases, this being a fantasy straight out of one of your wet dreams, but before you can speak, Suguru's large hands come to grip tightly on your hips, flipping you over roughly onto all fours.

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper softly, hearing shuffling behind you as they move into position.

One of their hands comes to smooth over the curve of your ass, as they line up their cock to your entrance, gliding the tip over your slick folds as lubricant. "Ready, love?"

Satoru's voice. You nod, and he immediately pushes in, stretching you as he tries to fit all of him into you.

You cry out softly as you feel him deeper than anyone has ever gone before, but he shushes you gently, bending down to whisper softly into your ear, "It's not even halfway in, love."

Choked whines and moans pour out from you as, inch by inch he slowly sheathes himself deep inside, your cunt tightening and rippling around him adjustingly.

Before you can get a chance to recover however, you feel another thick, spongy tip prodding at you. Suguru.

"Fuck 'sugu!.. mnngh.. 's not gonna fit!" You desperately try to move, but only succeed in sucking Satoru even further in, making him groan into your ear, shifting to make more room for Suguru.

" 's okay, baby. Jus'.. fuck.. let us do all the work." He begins to slowly slide himself in, you desperately scrabbling for purchase on the couch as he stuffs you even fuller.

You feel the cold metal of his piercings brushing your walls, and let out a broken wail as you desperately try to hold yourself up, your legs already shaking.

When he slowly continues to push into you, the seconds seeming to stretch on painfully, you instinctively try to crawl up the couch, but Satoru is quick to pull you back by the hips, slamming Suguru's cock into you fully as he pulls you even further against them.

Suguru gifts you a sharp smack! on the ass, growling as his voice turns slightly breathier. "Don't run from us now, doll."

You're so full at this point, you can barely breath, able to feel them all the way in your stomach, tears filling your lash line as you desperately try to accommodate both of them.

Roughly, Suguru suddenly pushes you forward, your face squishing into the cushion as he lifts your ass higher, your back arching instinctively.

They both groan at the lewd sight, your abused, stuffed cunt on full display for them to see and use as they please, slick dribbling down between your thighs as muffled moans spill out of you.

"G'na move now, mmkay?" Suguru's husky voice sounds above you, and you can hear Satoru struggling for breath as he slightly pushes his hips forward.

You take a deep breath to prepare yourself, but all the air leaves you in a soft huff as they begin thrusting into you, perfectly synchronized with each other, the rough metal of Suguru's cock catching on your tight walls.

"Fuck I- nngh.. t'much t'much!" You can barely breathe with both of their pulsing cocks steadily rocking into you, drool seeping into the cushion below you as your eyes flutter and roll back, your ass arching higher.

"You can take it, baby." Satoru practically whines out, the rich soft grunts spilling from Suguru in your ear causing your pussy to clamp desperately around both of them, hisses and soft curses sounding from behind you.

Your sweet whines and whimpers become progressively louder and louder as the room fills with the harsh smacking sound of skin against skin, and Suguru grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up to cover your mouth with his hand, your teeth instantly sinking into his palm as tears spill down your cheeks freely.

You can feel your stomach tightening as they continue plunging into you relentlessly, Satoru whimpering pathetically as Suguru's thick, veiny cock grinds against his own, throbbing faintly inside you.

"S'fucking good. Why didn't we do this sooner?" Suguru grunts out, either to you or Satoru, you don't know as the only thing you can do is whine, pushing back on them slightly as warmth builds in your tummy.

One of Satoru's hands snake around you to rub your clit in unison with the harsh thrusts they're delivering, your mouth falling slack open from the sheer pleasure of it all.

As Satoru continues pressing against your throbbing clit, Suguru begins to roughly grope your breasts, squeezing and pinching tightly before moving down to your stomach to press against the bulge that disappears and reappears with every thrust.

Your climax now rapidly approaching, you turn your head over your shoulder to look at them, which turns out to be a huge mistake because what you see resembles something straight out of a porno.

Suguru has his head tilted back, hips languidly thrusting in and out, his mask slipping downward slightly to reveal long black hair fanning out messily around his shoulders. Satoru is a whiny, pathetic mess, his mask not being able to conceal how flustered and needy he looks as his hips piston in and out, shamelessly rubbing himself against Suguru's dick for more friction as his pale chest heaves up and down with every breath.

Before you even realize what's happening, you're coming, a muffled whine leaving your throat as your orgasm crests and crashes over you, a thin glistening geyser gushing out of you and covering both their cocks and chest as you squirt, not even realizing as your body falls forward, slumping onto the couch.

"Fuck baby, did you jus'..." Satoru can't hold back anymore after the lewd display you just gave, and comes with a groan, spilling himself deep into your velvety walls.

Suguru follows close behind, a milky white ring forming around his base from just how much cum he's pumping into you, hips stuttering erratically.

They both collapse on top of you, the weight of their bodies against yours comforting as you all gasp for breath together, sticky bodies sliding along each other, them pulling their masks off to reveal mussed hair and sweaty, flushed faces.

After a few moments of coming down from their highs, they both pull their softening cocks out, leaving your sticky, sweat-sheened body to heave for breath, desperately needing a reprieve.

But, you don't get a chance, as Suguru suddenly flips you back over, and spreads your legs wide, spitting a warm glob of saliva onto your sensitive, ruined cunt still seeping all the cum they had just filled you with mere moments ago.

You twitch, overstimulated and trying to turn away, but he just holds you down by the hips as Satoru crawls closer, his head bending down close, warm breath fanning over your poor pussy, and soft white hair brushing against your inner thighs.

"Come on baby, you haven't given us our Halloween treat yet."

[h3115er]

Nice tits

Literally just the dreamies holding/touching your tits :)

MDNI!! , tit holding, nipple play, kissing, teasing?, proof read, uhm might've forgotten something.

Mark

He is the type to mindlessly play with your tits. You're both laying on the couch cuddled up to each other. In your most comfortable clothes, he has an arm over your shoulder while the other holds his phone. He's scrolling mindlessly trying to fill his mind of something as ads roll. The hand by your shoulder slowly slips into your sweater by the collar and immediately finds your soft nipple his cold hands making it harden.

You look at him to see if he's doing it on purpose but to your surprise , he's still mindlessly scrolling. He takes the nub between his fingers and starts lightly tweaking it. You sigh at the feeling, he's done this so much he doesn't even have to think about it.

You put your hand atop his to get his attention and he looks at you confused. He looks down at where his hand is and then at you and gives you an apolagrtic smile going to move his hand "I didn't tell you to stop" you mutter as you move in closer to him.

A boyish smile plasters across his face as you climb on his lap and start kissing his neck. "Would've done this ages ago if I knew you'd act like this". You don't think of protesting to his statement, instead you shut him up by kissing him.

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Renjun

When I tell you he knows you like his hands. He'll take any opportunity to say that. Puts his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes while he's talking to a friend.

But his favorite activity so far is pulling your shirt up and holding your tits, you'll look down to see his hands and then to him and he'll just smile "thought they needed a holder" he says as he playfully pushes them up. Your nipples between his forefinger and middle finger, he pinches at them before moving to using this thumb to circle the now hard buds "and you said you loved my hands" he whispers in your ear "you can watch them as I play with your tits" he whispers as he kisses just below your earlobe.

Whatever you were doing is forgotten as you lean into his touch. You put your hands on his forearms as he continues go play with your tits. He lightly tugs at the buds watching your face for every reaction as he does so.

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Jeno

Face first into them. He'll come back from the gym and just needs to recharge. He'll drop his bag and crawl on top of you, lifting your shirt up making you giggle as his soft and damp hair tickles your skin. He knows you don't wear a bra while at home so all he needs to do is lay down.

And lay he does, his weight on you like a weighted blanket, his considerably hotter body warming you up. Any protest of him being too warm, too heavy, or stinky fall to deaf ears, he knows you love this about him. He's heard one too many times, of you talking to your friends about it when you think he's asleep.

If you start complaining a little too much though he'll sneak one of his hands up to your tit and gently massage it also lifting his head up so he can take your nipple into his mouth. Instantly your words get caught in your throat at his actions as he rolls the hardening bub between his lips. It's muscle memory at this point, he doesn't need to put much thought into remembering what you like.

He lightly sucks at the bud rolling his tongue along the tip. He release it with a wet pop as he moves his head go to the other resuming the same actions. You put your hand on top of patting it gently "okay-o-kay i-i get it I'll shut up" you say in defeat and he pauses his actions "but please don't stop" you mumble. He smiles and continues pulling you almost impossibly close to him.

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Heachan

Omg gamer alert. He loves playing games but he also loves watching you play games, any kind of game as long as you're passionate about it. Just the intensity of your concentration. You're so in tune that you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you, or when his hands slid under your shirt to grope your breasts.

You only really take notice when he tells you to use a specific item. Now the warmth on your chest makes sense. But you don't bother to say anything "it's extra support" he says as he excuses now playing with your nipples as he watches you play. "Heachan you're distracting me" you protest as you slightly curl into yourself. God if only he didn't know they were so sensitive.

He smirks "oh,don't mind me" he says as he continues now also kissing along your neck. He completely understands why you distract him from his game a whole lot now. A moan slips past your lips as he starts to suck a new hickey onto your neck. You quickly hit pause on your game and try your best to pull him closer to you.

"Fu-fuck this" you mumble as you pull him into a kiss which he gladly accepts. He leans over your chair pushing you deeper into it. Oh now he gets it, the power he feels just from doing this, he could get used to doing this more often.

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Jeamin

Loves watching you dress. Especially when you're still half asleep. The first thing you put on is a some pants. Then you walk around looking for your bra. And when you find it, you waddle on over to him for help. Tho it's not his favorite thing in the world "aw cmon let your tits outs" he'd protest but he does enjoy helping you put the clasps on if you're struggling. He gets to sneakily hold you tits saying he's adjusting the cups.

He also enjoys seeing your shirt bunched up at the top as you try to remember where you left your deodorant. He always comes up behind you and slides one of his hands under the cup of your bra as he reaches up to where it is, he always miss places it so he has the chance to. He squishes at the soft flesh as he leans down to kiss your cheek "you always forget where you put it~" he teases as he puts the deodorant in your hands.

It seems now's the time to forget about getting dressed as you turn your head to capture your lips in his, you don't miss the little smirk as you do so.

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Chenle

Domestic moment! Doesn't usually do it out of the blue, but seeing you doing some menial task like washing the dishes, making your self a snack, standing in the kitchen while he's in there, just doing anything in the kitchen. It fills him with the urge of being close to you. Skin to skin. But he can't since he doesn't want to disturb you.

So he settles for sliding his hands under your shirt, resting his hands on your bare hips and playing with the waistband of your shorts. "Lele what are you doing? " you ask with a slight giggle as he taps his fingers. "Can't I touch the love of my life? " he asks as he lightly squeezes at your hips.

You shake your head "I know what you're doing" you say in faux annoyance. Even if he doesn't do it often you know his ulterior motives. He feigns ignorance as he slides his hands up your hips to your waist "I have no idea what you're talking about". He says smile clear in his voice. His hands keep on wandering until they're at your ribcage just below the swell of your breast.

"Chenle" you say in a warning tone, but just as you utter his name he does the opposite. He easily pushes up your bra and replaces it by cupping your breasts. He smiles to himself as you sigh in defeat. He lays his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing "whatcha doing anyways? " he innocently asks looking at your hands that are frozen in place as he starts to toy with your nipples.

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Jisung

He shyly slides his hands up to your chest. They were already there hugging your waist as you sit in his lap. He can't remember exactly why you're there but now he just has to hold them in his hands. They inch up slowly watching for any hesitation.

But to his suprise you just move his hands to your tits yourself, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as you do so. He hides his face in the crook of your neck slightly embarrassed by your boldness. But that doesn't mean he'll stop. You just gave him permission why would he stop now?

His hands automatically cup your breasts lightly squeezing at the flesh as he gently rolls his fingers over it. He loves the small reactions you give him despite being immersed in your own thing. The small gasp you let out as his pointer finger pushes on your nipple and then rolls over it. Or the way you stiffle a moan as he starts kissing at your neck both of his hands now gently playing with your tits. He's all too observant of every reaction even when you slightly shift and lean back against him.

[3-dsimp]

Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖

A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.

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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.

"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"

The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.

"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."

A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.

"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"

He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"

He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.

[darkfantasysworld]

F!reader x M!cecaelia (half human, half octopus)

Reader is assaulted and used as an incubator for the cecaelia's eggs.

You went to the beach and got in the water, you went out further than you wanted. You turned around to look at the shore and started walking when you felt something grab your thigh, you looked down but were already too late. It dragged you underwater, you tried to fight back but it was too strong and you passed out. When you awoke you felt something in your bikini bottoms, it was rubbing against your most sensitive place, you tried to protest but a thick tentacle was forced in your mouth, preventing you from speaking. "You're mine now," A deep voice whispered in your ear "I'm going to make you a mother." the voice said, low and menacing. You tried to cry and struggle but the unknown male had a strong hold on you.

You felt something slid into you and you cried out although it was muffled by the thick tentacle. You tried to struggle again, crying and thrashing, you tried to say you didn't want this but it was too late. "My ovipositor tentacle won't hurt, just be a good whore." The male said, the ovipositor attached to your cervix and you felt small round objects being forced past it. You cried more as your legs were spread open and a second tentacle moved under the fabric of your bikini bottoms, this one had a sucker that immediately attached to your clit, sucking it. You watched as your stomach got bigger from those small round objects, you felt helpless but the feeling of your clit being sucked made you whimper with pleasure.

It didn't take long before the ovipositor tentacle removed itself from you but it was replaced with a human cock, his hand pulled you bikini bottoms aside so you could see everything a little better. You cried out as it stretched you. "You're perfect.. so tight.. filled my eggs.. just let me properly fertilize them.." the voice said, strained with desire as he moved his hips. The tentacle in your mouth was finally removed and you moaned but started begging to be let go, you didn't want this. "Shh.. you're mine.. all mine.." The male responded to your pleas. He went faster, harder, he hit all the right places, you couldn't help but let out involuntary moans. Suddenly you felt a warm substance as he slowed his thrusts, his hips still moving, he was determined to make you cum as well even if he didn't last as long as you.

You tried not cum but with him still going and his tentacle sucking your clit you ended up cumming, feeling disgusted with yourself as the pleasure subsided. "Why… why me…" You cried as he laid you on a bed. "Because you're beautiful, plus no one else goes that far into the water." He kissed your neck and rubbed your stomach, full of his now fertile eggs.

Part 2?

[blueparadis]

men who sorta have a thing for you but refuse to put their dick in you. everything is okay with them. dry humping?yes. clothed sex? yes. blow job? sure. why not? they're in denial but will do anything to keep you out of their thoughts until they can't anymore. they'll stall you — take you to expensive dates, give you gifts, make you something that could get you busy ( not babies tho ) but will be around you at all times like a bodyguard. and when you get needy but he just distracts you with orgasms after orgasms till you beg him to stop. and then he's offended. asking you if isn't this what you wanted. Like sir ? he won't leave you high and dry yet won't give you what you crave. never really lets you feel him inside you. now why does he do that? Well beats me.

[woundedoves]

yandere!bully x bottom gn reader (NSFW) part 1

a/n: kinda went crazy on this one um…. not proofread, wrote this while i was very horny if u couldnt tell

warnings: not proofread! blood. so much blood. blood used as lube, cum and blood swallowing, dead body..? he lays you on ur bff’s corpse while he fucks you basically so! you’ve been warned!!!!

word count: 1298

he shivers as that whore you call ‘best friend’ has finally stopped breathing; coating his knife with their filthy fuckin’ blood. his breathing slows as his smile softens a bit when he hears your soft, scared whimpers. he coos as he kneels down to where you're sitting; all tied up as your back is pressing against the walls of the filthy basement.

“look up. look at me.” you bring your shaking eyes filled with hot tears up to look up at him; too shocked to even speak. he laughs with a crazed look on his face as he basically pounces on you; fuck you look so cute all scared like that. he wordlessly licks the blood that got on your cheek, cleaning you up as his lips find yours; kissing you while shoving his tongue as deep as he can. his fingers slowly find their ways to your bottoms as he gets them off of you while not letting you breathe when you try to pull away from the kiss. letting go only when he can feel the ringing in his ears, licking his lips as your lungs practically swallow all the air they can.

“you look so fuckin’ pretty like that…” he sees the way your chest stutters as his fingers work your sex so good it hs your eyes rolling back as he moans; this sight of you all pathetic just for him is orgasmic. his hands are still bloody, staining your sex with your own best friend’s blood, said friend still bleeding out just 2 steps away from where you are.

“come on, cum for me. you can do that much right, slut?” your eyes widen as his fingers bring you to completion just then, you see him bite his lower lip through your euphoric state. your eyes open again when he snaps his fingers in front of you, “look at me, look at my hand.” he brings his fingers to your eyes level and you feel him grind on you as your body shivers at the sight of his bloodied fingers covered with your cum. “look closely, watch how i make that insufferable whore finally useful for once in their life.” you blink up at him in confusion when he gets up and drags their body right to you; finally getting a word from your mouth “wait, don’t!” he smirks at you.

“don’t worry babe, i’ve taken care of the rat. now no one can come between us.” he smiles as it reaches his eyes; his eyes matching the manic expression of his flushed face a little too well. you can’t help it but just ignore your friends… corpse as he forces more blood out of the stab wounds and look away as you hear the wet squealch of blood. you feel his bloodied fingers tug on your chin to make you look up, he’s still standing. “get on your knees and stick out your tongue. now.” you scramble to get up, its a lot harder than it looks with your arms being tied up but you manage; opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as he takes out his cock with a hiss.

“fuck you look so good like that. stay.” you do as he says, his soft whimpers as he lubes up his cock with your friend’s blood while he looks down at you with that flushed face… he knows you can’t resist it, you’re his slut after all. he takes your head in one hand as he pumps his cock; slowly sliding it inside your mouth with a drawn out groan. fuck its so fucking wet and warm, fuck, fuck he’s gonna cum just from this. he grabs the either side of your head with slightly trembling hands, dirtying you with blood and cum as well while he starts fucking your mouth like its a fleshlight.

wet sounds of his hips working his cock in and out of your mouth, little choked noises you occasionally let out fills the filthy basement as he snaps his hips; your head flush against his pelvis, he lets out the most whorish moan of your name imaginable as he spills his cum down your throat. your eyes roll back as you moan, making his dick throb. “fuck…” he pants as he slowly takes his cock out, he hears you gulp as he pulls you up to look at him by your chin. you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed all of it, your mouth covered in his cum and your friend’s blood. “fuck… look at you.” he pets you as he lets out a breathless laugh, “good slut.”

you feel your face flush as he hoists you up from your armpits, his cock still out. he lays you down on your friend’s lifeless body as he watches the colour drain from your face; too mortified to say anything at this point. that and he probably fucked your throat ‘till its sore and raw so… you close your eyes and swallow thickly as he gives you a sultry look, his hands making quick work of your hole with his bloody and nimble fingers. “fuck, look at all that. this hole’s ruined for anyone but me now.” he groans as he takes his fingers out and watches the blood slide down to your inner thighs. you moan shamefully when he wraps his hand around your throat, making you look at him once again. he dips down to kiss you while his hand squeezes down on your throat as he lines his cock with your entrance; feeling the the stretch of his fat cock as it burns, making you moan breathlessly into his mouth. he lets go of your throat and pulls away from the kiss as he bottoms out with a drawn out ‘fuck’.

he starts thrusting without waiting for your comfort, his hand still around your neck as he fucks your hole like he’s trying to tear you apart, or more accurately; to become one with you. “fuck yes—! fuck! i knew you’d be fuckin’ tight slut, saved this tight hole only for me huh?” you cried out a ‘yes’ as he hit that sweet spot of yours, your poor sex weeping because of the burning sensation on your hole. there are no more words spoken between you two, only the sounds of his animalistic thrusting as he moans your name like a religious chant, as you feel the cold skin of your best friend, as you hear the sickening shlick of blood and cum as he works his cock in and out of your whole. you whine as your body writhes, hole tightening around him like you want to milk every fucking drop of cum out of his fat bloody cock as he doesn’t even stutter his thrusts until he’s cumming as well; loudly whining your name as he slams his hips over and over again, his cock filling you up so good your whole body shakes as he tries to steady his breath…

the blinding light of the sun burns his eyes as he slowly blinks awake, looking around him with sleepy confusion as to what the fuck just… happenned… he looks down to his boxers, now stained with cum as his erection stains against the fabric. groans as he drops down on the bed again, his arm on his forehead as he feels the sweat on his body. his laboured breathing becoming stable as he starts to stroke his cock, opening up a photo he took of you in your bed; sleeping naked. he fastens his pace and fists his cock ‘till he cums all over his screen with a hiss. “fuck…” he groans as he sits up again:

“you’re gonna be mine one way or another, slut.”

[kuroshioi]

Ride it.

Context: you ride their cock like there is no tommorow.

Warning: mdni, reader has no gender here, some unchecked grammar mistakes.

Author's note: I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING OFFLINE FOR A LONG TIME HELP-

God, how long has it been already since you were in this position? You don't remember but all you know is that it feels so fucking good. It's a sinful pleasure but a pleasure you want so badly right now that you no longer have self control over yourself.

You already had more than four orgasms but your desire is not melted that easily, you want more. You want that cock stuffed inside you and ride it for hours and hours to come even if you had to beg for it. And here you are right now. Panting and moaning while still not willing to stop because it's them you are taking. Not some random guy on the street you met and decided to have a hookup no, it's someone special you care about.

"still not tired huh?" They said with a slight smirk on their facing already knowing the answer "no! please..just one more..?" You give them a pleading look. A look that they can't deny no matter what.

"Well darling, who am I to refuse your little desires?" They said as they held your hips up, ready to start another round.

"come on, ride it."

A long night of sinful pleasure it is then.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, Pantalone, Childe, Jing Yuan, Sunday, Adventurine + your favs☆

[venusbyline]

Thrusts ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 23, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Elle Greenaway x girlfriend!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: orgasm denial + strap-on

— summary: You feel insecure and jealous when you see Elle teasing you with Morgan. However, she apologizes very well by buying a gift for your dating anniversary.

— word count: 1.0k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 23rd day, female!reader, girlfriend!Elle, shy!reader, sassy!Elle, orgasm denial, strap-on, edging play, cowgirl position, praise kink, vaginal sex, breast worship, nipple play, nipple licking, large cock (strap-on), cock worship (strap-on), experimentalist!reader, experimentalist!Elle, jealously, argument, teasing, relationship issues, light corruption kink, dumbification, reader is a member of the BAU, past Elle Greenaway x Derek Morgan, inexperienced/innocent!reader, bisexual!Elle, lesbian!reader, dom!Elle, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917

— crossposting: AO3

"You look so fucking hot right now, princess...” Elle smirked with her hands on your ass as you whimpered, your breasts shaking with each ride on top of her fake cock.

Elle had bought a strap-on as a gift for your first dating anniversary. You never tested something like this yet, despite both of you being very eager into that. Elle was worried about suggesting that new experience, ever since last week, when she joked with Morgan about the only unlucky thing about dating a woman was that she no longer knew what it felt like to cum around a good thick cock.

It was just supposed to be a harmless joke, but it sounded extremely stupid after she realized your discomfort. Not only had she mocked you, as if something important was missing during your relationship, but she also joked about the topic directly with Morgan. You already knew that they had been casually involved a few times before you and Elle dated, and you always tried to take it as a normal thing, since Morgan was also one of your best friends and you trusted him. After all, their affair was just the past.

However, you could not help but feel uncomfortable and jealous. Elle noticed your thoughts and did not know how to apologize. She wanted to say it was just a stupid joke and actually you were the best sex of her whole life. She did not care about stupid penises if she already had your pretty pussy for her to taste whenever she wanted. Anyway, she was angry with herself for hurting your feelings and making you insecure, so she chose the silence.

No explanations or apologies made everything more awkward between you two and your relationship cooled. Both of you focused more on the cases and preferred to spend your free time resting rather than having sex, which was very unusual.

Until your long-awaited anniversary arrived. When Elle decided to buy a strap-on, she thought she would like seeing you using that, she thought she would like to feel a cock inside her again, even if it was made of rubber. But the moment your eyes lit up when she showed you the box, she knew she did not want to be fucked by you. She wanted to fuck you.

Your movements were soft at first. You were much shyer than Elle and you lost your virginity to her a few days before your relationship finally became official. So there were countless things to you experience yet. And one of them was the fact that you had never been fucked by a cock before, be it fake or real.

Then, when you were riding Elle, she stroked your hair, trying to soothe your discomfort as your pussy still got used to the intrusion and the new movements. Even though that cock was not real, Elle could practically feel your tight walls crushing it. Her fingers were slender and long and she never hesitated to put two or three inside you, sometimes even four, but choosing such a big and thick strap-on seemed to tear you in half.

"Hurts a lot?" Elle asked with a lovely smile, her hands moving down to your waist to help you continue riding her, but you whimpered, preventing her from cooperating.

"S-Stop! I can do it myself!" You hissed like a stubborn child and Elle chuckled, nodding and crossing her arms behind her head, just lying on the bed again and watching you on top of her lap. The view she had was perfect. Your eyes closed, your head arched back, lips parted and your breasts perked up. Damn...she wanted so badly to fuck the middle of your breasts with that cock later.

After you refused her touches, Elle bit her lip and removed her arms from under her head and moved them up to her own breasts, squeezing the large mounds and playing with the nipples, before moving her hips upward, the unexpected thrust making you scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your eyes opened and you whimpered at the sight of Elle giving you that teasing look while she was playing with her own body. "D-don't fucking do that again!" You tried to sound threatening, but Elle rolled her eyes, arching an eyebrow before thrusting a second time. And then a third. A fourth. A fifth...

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the deep fucking, the big cock filling you completely and hurting your sensitive core, but with a delightful way. You knew you were about to cum so quickly, maybe it was because of the resentment still built up in your mind, or maybe it was due to your pussy already being too wet and dripping before you even sat down on the strap-on.

Elle knew this too, because as soon as she made the sixth and seventh thrusts, she simply stopped, stopping your growing orgasm and smirking at the sight of you trembling, your shaky and weak legs giving out in despair, making you fall on top of her body. Elle loved denying your orgasms, you always came much better when she prolonged it all. "Not yet, princess." Elle scoffed, taking advantage of your sudden brainless for a moment so she could fuck you slowly, with soft movements, enjoying how you whimpered, your flushed face buried between her large breasts, your tongue licking her light brown nipples to pleasure her too, even though she was already enjoying herself just watching you whining and drooling while her cock moving in and out of you.

"My good girl... Always so good to me. Milking my cock and whimpering like a cute slut, desperate to cum soon around me." At that moment, Elle Greenaway was sure that she would never miss being fucked by a man. Now she would always rather fuck you with her strap-on and deny you as many orgasms as you could handle, until you finally let go and squirt all over her body at the end of the night.

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[2-dsimp]

I want to tie up Temothy and ride him until his balls are empty, maybe tease him by edging him a little bit here and there

『Featuring how to prep up your yandere bull hybrid for a rodeo』

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Cw: NSFW 🔞, Fem reader! Titjob, blowjob m! Receive, praise, overstimulation, Temothy being a messy stud, copious amounts of precum,

PSA Reminder: Before you get to riding your Assistant Temothy you must first go through the precaution of pregaming your bull for maximum performance✨

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"Fuck y-yes…You're driving me i-insane with how p-pretty you look s-struggling to fit my cockhead inside that t-tiny mouth of yours b-buttercup!”

Temothy whimpered under the sensation of your lips barely wrapped around the leaking head of his penis. The feel of your tongue sliding along the underside of his oozing bulbous tip. Caused the bull hybrid’s hips to jerk erratically against your tits of which you sandwiched his monstrous cock around.

And he was tearing up from the softness enveloping his pulsating length. Barely refraining from tossing his head back and groaning since he’d much rather fuck into your breasts. While looking down at you in a teary sinful manner to spout bold filthy praises as opposed to how timid he usually is around you.

"Y-you're sucha sweet cowgirl…. Always takin care of your Bull~ Makin sure t-that my h-heavy balls are e-emptied out of all the precum I’ve got backed up in my s-system first. before milkin me of every drop of my thick bull cum!"

Without warning the Bull Hybrid rocked his meaty dick forward sharply pushing past your mouth. So that his cockslit rubbed against your small pilant tongue. Coating it in rivets of sticky fluids, the amount he was spurting inside of your mouth damned near made your cheeks puff up like a chipmunk.

His breath hitched into a low pleased moo from the sight of his precious darling boss. Before he begrudgingly pulled his hips back from your plush lips not wanting to drown you in his spend. And instead opted to shower you in a translucent spray of his thick congealed pregame.

“Mmh—Shit I’m so sorry darlin, f-fer makin such a big mess in your office b-but you like having your gorgeous s-skin covered in my m-milk right? My little heifer?"

Temothy apologized unevenly, sniffling from how fucking overstimulated he was from the revelation. That his throbbing shaft was actively covering you, his boss, in his creamy pre-spunk. The Assistant’s heart hammered loudly within his heaving chest in a rambunctious rhythm. As shaky pants escaped his lips, while he stared unblinkingly at your body.

Getting painted all over in ropes of glistening pre-ejaculate. His swollen testicles twitching violently as his every nerve ending release seemed amplified by ten fold. With every splatter of his seminal fluid against your breasts, face, thighs, and hair. Leaving you utterly dripping from the sheer backlog he possessed.

[pendarling]

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Kissing them so hard that it leaves their knees weak and their body is pressed up against them as their lover struggles to keep their lips on at all times.

One character giving the cold shoulder and the other smirking at them because they know they’re doing this for attention.

“I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.”

Character B telling Character A how badly they want to press their face into their pillow and make them scream as the other is trying to work.

Eye-fucking them all day, making Character A nervous and a blushing mess who can’t properly function.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, why are you falling apart so easily?”

Hungerily ripping apart their clothes and biting their neck and thighs as soon as they’re alone.

Purposely turning them on and edging them but never letting them get too stimulated. Watching them desperately trying to hold themselves together for the rest of the day.

Both characters trying to make each other moan and the first one to do it must carry out a favour.

Turning them from a haughty prick to a clingy mess who keeps grinding onto them for more.

Crying from too much pleasure and the other wiping their tears away. “Aww is baby crying? There there, that feels good doesn’t it?”

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[dietcokegirly12]

“Can You Take Both of Us?”

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a couple people requested a pt. 2 so here it is! ≽^˃̶͈ 𐃷 ˂̶͈^≼ (pt.1)

this is genuinely so filthy i m so sorry

tags: threesome, double penetration, anal, unprotected sex, dry humping, squirting, voyeurism (they get caught), premature ejaculation, etc etc.

word count: 1.5k

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Dazai surges forward to press you into the table. "The question is, can you take both of us?"

Your breath hitches at the question, legs instinctively spreading as your mouth dries at the absolutely lewd sight of the two impressive bulges of the men standing before you.

"I-"

"Of course she can, right darling?" Chuuya adjusts you, while simultaneously beginning to unbuckle his pants, the clinking of his belt making you shudder in anticipation.

"Look at her, she's already desperate for more," Dazai coos, hand caressing your cheek gently, as he presses himself against you.

You moan as you feel Dazai's length prodding into you, unconsciously grinding himself in slow, leisurely strokes.

Chuuya sighs as he frees himself from his pants, immediately gripping his thick, angry cock to pump it slowly, head falling back with relief at the friction.

Dazai smirks, his grinding increasing as he watches, heavy cock dragging along you, and causing arousal to seep out of you in rivulets, so much of it that it begins to run down your thighs and pool between your legs.

You tremble slightly. "I-I don't know..."

But before you can protest further, Dazai pushes you back against the bar table, and spreads your thighs further to reveal just how embarrassingly wet you already were for them.

"Mmm, I think you can.." He teasingly runs a finger along your slick folds, making you instantly shudder and try to shy away, clamping your legs together tightly.

But this proves to be no match however for Chuuya's strength, as in one fluid motion he grips you by the hips and hauls you upward, into his arms before lying back across the bar table, you on top of him.

"Dazai.." he grunts, already beginning to line up his cock to your entrance, gliding it along you gently.

"Yeah, yeah.." Dazai's front presses against your back, and you feel him begin to unbuckle his pants as well, from behind.

This was all happening so fast, you hardly have time to process what they're planning to do to you, before Chuuya is pushing himself deep into your snug walls, and all your thoughts are immediately forgotten.

"Fuuuuck.. y'er taking me so.. hah.. well." His eyes squeeze shut, grip on your hips tightening, as you sit atop him, his cock slowly sinking into you, inch by inch.

You shift, a soft, saccharine moan floating out of your mouth, as you arch up, his thick cock bullying into you so meanly.

Gently, he bounces you atop him, your walls stretching around him as more cries of pleasure leave your mouth.

"Chuuyaaa.." You hear a whiny voice from behind as Dazai pulls your ass into him further. "You're hogging her.."

Chuuya's eyes squeeze shut, whether from irritation or restraint, you can't tell. "Well, then hurry up."

Eagerly, you feel Dazai's narrow, long cock rubbing against your bare ass, gentle, bandaged hands smoothing over you.

With nimble fingers, he reaches around to your front, to toy with your pulsing clit, soaking his fingers in your slick.

You moan, as Chuuya's dick twitches inside you faintly, Dazai pumping his cock a few times with it as lube, and smearing it over you too, for good measure.

"Hnngh.. m'gonna.. hah.. put it in now, mmkay?"

Gently, Dazai's hands push you further onto Chuuya, lifting your ass higher in the air as he traces over your hole teasingly, before plunging himself in.

You're now sandwiched between the two, you on top of Chuuya and Dazai behind, hands gently kneading the fat of your ass as he fits himself in all the way.

You're practically shaking at this point, the feeling of both their cocks throbbing in sync almost too much for you to bear. The fullness of them inside you is slightly uncomfortable, but mostly arousing, as you feel yourself stretched obscenely around them to accommodate both of their sizes.

Chuuya is thick, thicker than anybody you've ever been with, and while Dazai is nowhere near as thick, he's long, so long that you swear you can feel his tip brushing Chuuya's, though that was physically impossible.

"Filthy girl, you love being filled in both holes like a little slut, hm?"

"Fuck.. 'chu... 'samu..!" You don't know which of their names to say as Chuuya begins to bounce you again, Dazai thrusting into you from behind, your breasts jiggling and whole body moving with their combined force.

You can barely hold yourself upright as they quickly start to build speed, both of them grunting, and thrusting perfectly in sync with each other.

"Chuuya.." Dazai practically moans out. "Wanna bet she screams my name when she cums?"

Chuuya's thrusts turn particularly rough as he scowls, tone slightly breathier than usual while beginning to bounce you faster. "You shithead. Why does everything have to be a.. ah.. competition with you?"

Dazai smirks, pulling your ass back into him faster, the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air. "What? Scared you're gonna lose?"

"You.. fuck! You're gonna lose, Dazai." That being his only warning, he begins to slam your hips up and down on his cock, a bulge in your tummy disappearing and reappearing with every harsh thrust, as Dazai also speeds up, until you're ping-ponging back and forth between their bodies helplessly, being fucked straight out of oblivion, mind fuzzy and focused only on the two men pressed against you.

Dazai expertly reaches one hand around your waist to rub your puffy nub, earning a small moan from you as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Chuuya, not wanting to be left out, reaches a hand up to squeeze tightly around your breast, leaning forward enough to take it into his mouth, tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple.

Your eyes are practically rolling back at this point, unsure of how much more you can take as the two men ruthlessly brand you as theirs.

"Bet you cum first, 'chuu.." Dazai grins smugly, all the while still pulling you back into him, cock disappearing in and out rapidly.

Chuuya, underneath you, does look to be struggling a bit, eyes half-open and small grunts coming out as he continues to move your hips to ride him, jaw clenching at his words. "Asshole, 'm not cumming first until you do.."

Eager to prove a point, Dazai's hand moves from where it had been toying with your pulsing clit, to lazily tighten around the base of Chuuya's cock, pumping in sync with his thrusts, one nimble finger tracing a prominent vein on the underside of him.

"Fuck..! Don't...!" Chuuya's voice comes out desperate as his hand reaches to pull Dazai's away, but it's too late, his hips already stuttering as he fills you with spurt after spurt of hot, white cum, shuddering as his head tilts back.

And you can't do anything but pathetically whine and take it, body shaking.

"Ngh.. 'samu... fuck... 'chu... 'chu.... Chuuya..!"

And then you're cumming, mind going blank as white-hot pleasure crashes over you, hard enough to make your toes curl and back arch upward as pathetic whines and moans leave you.

It's not until you open your eyes to see the two men staring at you, slack-jawed and the glistening sheen covering Chuuya's lower abdominals, that you realize you had squirted so sluttily all over them in your pleasure-filled haze.

At the sight, Dazai tips over the edge, spilling deep inside you, both their cocks throbbing in unison, as thick liquid steadily oozes out and stains the bar table underneath you.

As you all come down from your highs, all three of your bodies are sticky and sweaty against each other, but you can't bring yourself to pull away, feeling so warm and snug nestled between them.

"Well, what's Chuuya's reward?" Dazai's eyes glint mischievously.

You tilt your head. "Reward?"

"Since you said his name when you came, what does he get for winning the bet we made?"

Your eyes suddenly flash with an idea as you slide a glance over at him. "I know, c'mere 'chuu, and gimme a kiss."

Chuuya, still panting and out of it, lifts his head, before leaning his head forward, eyes closing instinctively.

You lean away though, and grin to Dazai whose hand comes to cup Chuuya's cheek, bending forward over your shoulder to eagerly connect his lips to Chuuya's, who instantly squirms with pleasure, eyes fluttering as Dazai's tongue comes to poke out, the kiss turning sloppy and messy, not realizing that it wasn't you who was kissing him.

As his eyes slightly flutter open in bliss, however and he's met with Dazai's brown, shaggy hair fanning around him, he gasps, but before he can push back, Dazai's on him, the kiss becoming more desperate and erratic in a hot, slobbery make-out.

Now, you're crushed between them as Dazai frantically kisses Chuuya, Chuuya's body arching up as Dazai grinds against you in slow, steady strokes, already hard and aching again.

And it's just then that the bar doors swing open, none other than Mori, the boss of all three of you, walking in.

"What the fuck are you three doing?"

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[ladybyakuya]

| HEAVENLY HAZE + jiyan, geshu lin, scar, calcharo. 

+ cw. —fem!reader, headcanon format, slightly dc + yan content, explicit smut, s&d dynamics, s&m themes, blow!job, cunnilingus,overstim, edging, cum swallowing, mentioned aftercare. 

+ syn. — Where do they like to cum? What kind of ejaculator are they? messy? creampie lover? or strictly safe sex & cuddles for aftercare 

+ wc. — 1k

+ notes. — my wuwa debut post. guess who's my favorite ;D | redirect to blog navigation.

✧ JIYAN.

General Jiyan, as it may seem at first, could be tame in bed, but he slowly peels his skin off as he starts to get you comfortable around him with an increase in his gradual yearning for you. He likes to see you well satisfied before fucking the wits out of your body so he often prefers to make you cum first because you would be so wet, and so ready that he does not have to worry about being too rough with you. Sometimes, when he feels your gummy walls clenching around his cock makes it all the harder for him to hold back. It is always a game of push and pull to arouse each other. He takes so much time kissing you, getting you aroused, marking you as if he is solving an intricately delicate puzzle. The first time he had sex with you he ended up soiling his battle outfit with his cum since he provided too much time for you. But he has learned from his mistake. Now, he still gives you at the same time but he is barely clad while kissing your cunt, sucking your folds, and fingering your pussy till he hears your first orgasm. And, just when he feels he is getting there, his cock pulsing in his hands as he strokes his cock he stands up to give a last few strokes and cumming undone all over your tummy and boobs. He likes this: your needy lust-filled expression in those exhaustive eyes and yet so ready to be taken, to surrender to him.

✧ GESHU LIN.

Geshu is not taking any risk of losing you, nor would he give you a slight crack of a chance for it to widen and flee from his trap especially when he now knows how sweet the forbidden fruit tastes. He is territorial but it becomes more innate and intimate whenever it concerns you. He would mark you on places only you could see. Oh? You want to bear his mark on your neck where it would be easily visible? That’s so old school but sure! Whatever you want, you get except freedom. So, it should not come as a shock to you when he has you pinned down with your hands locked above your head. You are underneath him as he ruts into your sweet wet cunt, his thick cock tightly hugged by your soft gummy walls as he refuses to pull out. But you are still resisting him. Why is that? Has he not been clear enough to you with all his little marks all over your body? You are his, only his. The battle trophy that has not known the glory of victory but would surely know the glory of having a family. He releases the grip on your hands for a moment to make you realize how small, how meek you are against him. Even with his cock pulsing inside your pussy you manage to power sit up but he chuckles at your fight response. Geshu does not understand why you are doing all this. You would be safe with him. Yeah! He would give you anything you want. You just need to ask. He tackles you and holds your upper arms to keep thrusting for a final few strokes before he releases his seed into you claiming you as his and only his.

✧ CALCHARO 

Nothing beats the euphoric high that Calcharo experiences while blowing his load directly into your mouth. To be honest, he was not at par with the idea of getting his cock sucked by those same lips that talk about love to him. Your love for him, is something so pure, so demure, something he holds dear to himself which is why he refuses to taint it with himself. Calcharo hated the idea of you getting on your knees to serve him, to make him happy but at the same time he loved how you sucked him off. His love for you is in such high regard that he refuses to try any position that will let you be on a lower level than him but at the same time when you sucked him off for the first time, he had blown his load into your mouth and he felt good while doing it however unsightly it may seem after he tainted your divine lips with his cum.  But this position where you lay on the bed with your head hanging a little bit at the edge of the bed and he fucks your mouth is insanely euphoric that it makes his tacet mark glow whenever he cums. Plus, that view: his gaze like stuck in a drunken maze along with his shallow thrusts into your mouth followed by low grunts does nothing but turn you on too. By the time, he is about to cum, you have already started to touch yourself despite his repetitive warning because he does not know how much it turns you on to see the proof of this euphoria, that belongs to only you and him, glowing despite his denial to fuck you properly.

✧ SCAR.

It feels almost unholy how addicted Scar is by the way you boob-fuck his cock. Also, the little licks you do with your tongue and mouth while sliding your boobs up and down his shaft— yeah that; is his favorite part when you decide to go down on him. Of course, he is free to tell you, even has ways to coax you into getting his dick tit-fucked but is better when you do it out of your own free will, without any sort of stimulus from him be it sexual or just verbal. It is a rare occasion, but he is a man of patience. He can wait till you get fully ripe, till you get suffocated with doing these little sexual acts of sorts. For now, he can cooperate; for now, he can allow how you throw your tantrums when he insists on putting his cock in you, raw and without any rubber. The thought alone makes him hard but he is powerless against it as you say ‘no’ while pouting. So, for now, he can only wait and let you have it in your way. Those soft dainty palms cupping your own boobs just to get him off send him under the influence of absolute thrill because he often thinks how you would crave some more of this intimacy at some point and then under the influence of it, you are going to chase that feeling. And Scar is sure that when you would be chasing that feeling, you will think of him while doing it, and you will cradle and hold your boobs like you are doing now which is why he can not help but cum without giving you any sort of heads-up, coating your face and chest with his fluid but it seems that you are slowly starting to learn when he is about to cum; maybe you are ripe after all.