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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚝: 7

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For any minors:. shitty nsfw at the. -🚪🚽-

Bros jerking off but Idk how to write that shit in first person pov so bare with me

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"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐..𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍.......𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴!"

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖..𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 '𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍' 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜....𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗...𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘...

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚝𝚢...𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝.

"𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛-𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎.."

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕-"

"𝙵𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚘𝚝"

"....𝚑𝚊𝚑....𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

"𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒-𝚒-𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗..𝚝"

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙

"𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

"𝙵𝚊𝚐-"

"𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑"

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

"𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝..."

"𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘..."

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜...𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

"𝙸𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎....", 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

"𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝....𝚜𝚘. 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚒𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝."

"𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎?"

"𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍...𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍"

𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎.

ʏ/ɴ: ᴛᴏʙʏ? ʜɪ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ? ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs"

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔.

ᴍᴇ: ɪᴍ ғɪɴᴇ. ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴡʀᴋɪɴɢ?"

ʏ/ɴ: ʏᴜᴘ! ᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ....ɪᴛs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ᴘᴀʏᴅᴀʏ ɪᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ

ᴍᴇ: ᴍᴍ....

ᴡᴇ sʜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜʀ ᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ

ʏ/ɴ: ᴏᴏᴏ ɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ᴍᴇ: sᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ

"𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗"

"𝚖𝚖"

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"𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐..𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑?"

-𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐- 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐- 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐

"𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍..."

"𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙...𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝....𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕"

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙-

"𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝..𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝...𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑"

"𝚏𝚘𝚛? 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚖"

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢. 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊"

-𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜-

𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢...𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠...𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝

"𝚑𝚎𝚑...𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎..."

"𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙,𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚑-

"𝚆𝙷𝙰-𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺"

"𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙽"

"𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝚄𝚃"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊����𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

"𝚊𝚑..𝙰𝚑..𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷𝙷 -💥- ……."

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝

𝙷𝚎𝚑

"𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎", 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜...𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊-𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛...."

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑.....𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢...𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚞𝚜.

-🎒-

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍...

-📄-

"𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 - 𝗍𝗂𝗆"

"𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴

......𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.....𝚊-𝚊𝚜𝚜-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎"

𝑝𝑖𝘯𝑔

ʏ/ɴ: ʜᴇʏ ᴛᴏʙʏ, ᴇᴠɪᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs?

●𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘

-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍

-𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙- 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙

-🚪🚽-

ᴍᴇ: ᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ

𝘜𝘯𝘻𝑖𝑝

ʏ/ɴ: ᴀᴡᴡ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs....ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ..ᴇᴠɪᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇxᴘᴏsɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ

ᴍᴇ: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟsᴇ?

ʏ/ɴ: ʏᴇᴀ.... ᴜʜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴜᴘ

....

●5 ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs

-ʀᴇᴀᴅ

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔..."

"𝚜𝚘...𝚜𝚘....𝚗𝚗𝚐𝚑...𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢..."

"𝚑𝚊𝚑....𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛...𝚜-𝚜𝚘...𝚖𝚞-𝚞-𝚞𝚌𝚑....𝚖𝚖𝚙𝚑!"

"𝚜𝚑𝚒-𝚒-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝....𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝...𝚊𝚜𝚔...𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗.."

ʏ/ɴ: ᴛᴏʙʏ?

ᴍᴇ: sʀᴛ ʙsᴜᴜsʏ. ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴇᴜᴛᴇ

"𝚊𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔!...𝚖𝚖𝚗𝚗"

𝘗𝑖𝘯𝑔

ᴛɪᴍ: ᴛᴏʙʏ ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀsʜ

"𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙷 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺!"

-𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛-

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒-𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔...."

𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙... 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝....𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...

-🪣💦-

𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛...

ᴍᴇ: ɴᴏ. ɪᴍ ʟᴇᴠɪɴɢ. ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴍ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

ᴛɪᴍ: ᴏʜ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ

ᴍᴇ: ʀᴛʜʀ ɴᴏᴛ

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.......𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.."

"..."

𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

"𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.."

"𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒-𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚗𝚎-𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗"

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝘗𝑖𝘯𝑔

ʏ/ɴ: ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ

ᴍᴇ: sᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ

ʏ/ɴ: >:(

ᴍᴇ:❤

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

[nsfwbabiee]

here you go loves

[mint-termsandconditions]

ROPE EDIT ‼️🪢🗣️🔥🔥🔥🪢‼️

TW: image of a noose and NSFW implications (nothing shown except the tool used)

@kirbyoctournament

[caffeinatedopossum]

You know as an intensely sex repulsed asexual, I fully endorse respecting and not judging people with kinks. Because to me, that reaction of disgust that allosexuals have towards "weird" kinks are the feelings that I have towards *all sex*. And if I can treat your allosexual asses with dignity and respect then you guys can sure as hell do the same for people with kinks

[dark-and-kawaii]

Okay but think about this? being Halsins little plaything while in the grove

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ Pᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ໒꒱˚｡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ Content: NSWF - Creampie - Large Cock Stretching You - Thick Meaty Fingers Stretching Your Ass - Tip Of His Cock Kissing Your Cervix - Belly Bulge

⊹₊⟡⋆ Notes: Eeeee ♡ ♡ ♡!!!! Yes!!! Being Halsin’s perfect little plaything would be so delicious. That man is packing quite the meat in his pants so you’d be filled so nicely, but your poor insides would be so bruised. Let’s be honest, you’d also never grow accustomed to how thick he is.

You mindlessly writhe against Halsin, you felt so full, so bloated from the copious amounts of cum he’s dumped inside you- so split open on his cock.

The cutest strangled mewls leave your kiss bitten swollen lips as large calloused fingers press hard circles onto that perky bundle of nerves- rubbing you to completion, you sob at the intensity- “H-Halsin~! S’too deep!!! Feels li-ke haa~!!” Your cunt tightens- pulsating around him as you squirt- a gush of fluids leave you, and he only pushes deeper, grinding into that sensitive cervix of your, “Ahh~♡ m’massaging mah w-womb~ ♡ s’with your co-cock~~”

The arch Druid pulls back just to snap forward- the force of the thrust makes your entire body lurch forward, your tongue lolls out, eyes rolled up- a loud and needy squeal leaving you. Halsin chuckles as he repeats the action, watching as your breast and tongue bounce and sway with the violent movements, Look at you, my heart. Giving in to the pleasures nature has to offer.” A hand reaches toward your puckered ass- a finger prodding it teasingly, before he slides a digit in- and you wail at the sensation.

Another digit, stretching your tight ring, you feel your eyes begin to water as you babble incoherently, “nyoooo~!!! S’too meaty!!! Your fingers!! W-won't fi- fit, won't fit!! M-my body's gonna- gonna b-bre-breeak! ♡! M-my ass is goin’a s-plit ~! ♡ Aha~! ♡!!!”

Halsin hushes you softly, a tenderness in his voice as he speaks, though he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, his two thick digits moving in a scissoring motion to loosen up that tight ass of yours- and it feels like he's about to rip you apart, “You've been well for me. Making a beautiful mess, coating my body with your nectar.”

You were so perfect, perfect for him. Your body left like the perfect vice, so tight, so warm. Halsin groans at the lewd squelching noises- your pussy sucking him in, your blown out eyes, the cute little sounds you make as he stretches both your holes…

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you were crying out- begging for him to stop, yet still you ground back into his cock and fingers, desperately seeking out that release. That animalistic need, the feral hunger, it was driving him to the brink of madness, and just as his body started to glow- just before he could wild shape-

With a final thrust he pulls you into a passionate, burning kiss that pushes you both to the brink. Your mind goes blank, your eyes crossed as you see stars, and the heat- that heat, the one that's been simmering, that's been boiling all this time… It finally explodes. And a torrent of cum floods you, fills you to the brim, and you can do nothing but hold onto him, your legs weakly wrapping around him- pushing his fingers deeper into your ass as you feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

The Druids hot seed creates a thick creamy circle around his cock, oozing out and splattering on the earth below. Coating his hand that’s still working you- still moving in and out of that tight ring…

In one fluid motion, and a pop as he removes his fingers, Halsin pulled out of that snug embrace of your dripping cunt, like a bear waking from a long winter's slumber, and rolled to his back. His large hands gripped your hips, dragging you along with him, and leaving your lower body sprawled over his, legs splayed to each side of his hairy thighs.

He strokes your back, the pads of his fingers brushing your sweaty skin, his touch feather light and soothing. You can only manage a soft hum in response, feeling the exhaustion creeping up…

You were so perfect for him. The perfect sleeve, the perfect hole for release. And as his seed slowly leaks out of you, Halsin smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[walpu]

Hi yes hello first of all: the love I have for your Aventurine works cannot be quantified, it’s like my current main source of serotonin

With that being said, hear me out: Aventurine w/ a soft dom partner that can AND will do their absolute best to make him always feel loved. That’s it that’s my request, ty in advance and have a wonderful day 🕺✨

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS

I feel like I really need to write something soft fir him after 2.1 💀

Aventurine x soft!dom reader

notes - gn!reader, nsfw, subby!Aven, no beta

I think I've mentioned it in my previous nswf post but I feel like Aven would be super into body worshipping and would melt if you kiss all over his body.

Start by kissing his pretty face, his eyelids, his cheeks, then his lips. Go down to his neck and press a soft kiss to his "tattoo". Before he gets to react, move to hus chest, kissing and sucking on his oh so sensitive nipples.

Call him pretty, beautiful, priceless, tell him how you love the sounds he makes, how you love him.

Oh how overwhelmingly good it feels for him to be loved by you. Sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve it, that it's too good to be true.

No one has ever been so soft with him during intimacy, yet here you are, putting his needs over yours and going out of your way to make him feel cherished.

He would gladly overthink it but he has no time to do so, not when you look at him like that, not when you caress his body like that.

Even if the two of you get rough and he gets overestimated, you're here to coo over him, to kiss away his tears.

And aeons, sometimes he wishes for you to be just a little cruel, a little selfish. He's used to that, he can handle that! But this overwhelming love?? It feels so good and yet so alien.

Give him time he's a sucker for that and he just needs time to adjust. And therapy.

Even when you give him commands you're so soft about it, saying please, calling him a good boy, and it makes him feel sooooo weak for you.

He'll either melt into a puddle, clinging closer to you, asking you to touch him more more more or he'll get a bit bratty, trying to provoke a reaction. Depends on his mood really.

I would recommend getting a bit playful with him when he's being a brat but still showering him with love.

Can imagine him daring you to make him do something and then crumbling completely when you just chuckle and pull him for a deep but loving kiss while your hands roam his body and press all the right buttons, touching every sensitive spot. He'll do everything you want after that trust.

Would probably lose his mind if you are being rough and caring at the same time. When sex is not vanilla at all but you're still talking to him like he's the most precious person ever and kiss him everywhere you can reach and praise him. Like!!! The contrast!!!!

Adores aftercare. It means a lot to him that you're here with him when he's so vulnerable, that the whole loving and caring act doesn't end when you're satisfied and don't need anything from him.

Would love to fall asleep in your arms after all that. After all, you're his safe heaven.

[simplyraeblue]

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSWF, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, rough sex, degradation, no after care, slight non-con, after bruising, sukuna sucks during sex A/N: I never said Sukuna was gonna be a good guy yet... but that doesn't mean I don't plan to try and redeem him. Sukuna is an absolute toxic man at this point, so keep that in mind.

index part five | part seven

part five word count: 2,931

you couldn't quite figure out what had come over Sukuna recently. over the past few days, he seemed to be everywhere you were. after your kiss, he’d been noticeably kinder—or at least less overtly hostile—and he wasn’t completely avoiding you anymore.

“is it just me, or did someone kidnap my brother and replace him with a clone?” Yuji asked, watching as Sukuna offered you a bite of his food before retreating to his room to eat.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “probably, but I’m not complaining. if I can get through a day without being cursed out every other sentence, I’m all for it.”

“it’s just weird,” Yuji said, leaning against the counter and staring at the stairs as if expecting answers to materialize. “it’s like he only acts like this around you.”

his comment made your cheeks warm. there was no way he’d figure it out so quickly. “maybe he’s been sipping on some respect women juice?” you suggested with a smile.

Yuji’s face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off. “that’s it! I bet he found a girlfriend!”

you choked on your drink. Yuji’s theory left you sputtering, trying to regain your composure. “uh, yeah, maybe,” you managed to say, still a bit flustered.

Yuji’s excitement was palpable. “it makes sense, right? maybe he’s trying to impress someone.”

you forced a laugh, hoping Yuji wouldn’t press further. “sure, let’s go with that.”

Yuji seemed to accept this explanation, nodding to himself. “well, if it means he’s less of a jerk, I guess I’m okay with it.”

as Yuji wandered off, you found yourself alone with your thoughts, your mind racing. Sukuna's recent change in behavior was a puzzle, and while Yuji’s theory was amusing, you knew there was more to it. a darker truth, a deeper desire burning inside of your bones that would never dare admit to your best friend.

when sukuna emerged from his room later, his usual guarded demeanor was back in place, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes when he looked at you. it was a stark contrast to the rough exterior he usually wore.

“Yuji’s got a big mouth. could hear him all the way upstairs,” sukuna said gruffly, though there was no real malice in his tone.

you raised an eyebrow, playing along. “yeah, he does. but what’s this about you being a clone?”

sukuna smirked, a trace of his old self peeking through. “I guess I’ll have to keep you guessing.”

as he walked past you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. you weren’t sure if you should push it with him, but you were aching to bring up the kiss. the way he spoke about wanting to see if you were innocent. the feeling of his hands on your hips – and the fact that you were ready to let him do whatever he wished. maybe if you just-

“you’re starin’ at me like I’ve got two heads, doll.” Sukuna’s voice cracked through your thoughts. he tilted his head quizzically at you, trying to read your expression with a smirk. “having a walking wet dream about me?”

“sukuna!” you hissed, whipping around to scan the living room, ensuring that Yuji and Choso were both well out of earshot. “don’t be so crass.”

Sukuna’s smirk only grew as he advanced, his presence forcing you against the counter. “looks like we’re right back to where we were a few days ago,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief.

you felt a flush creep up your neck at the memory, the way it played so vividly in your mind as if it had happened just moments ago. “I thought you’d have forgotten by now.”

Sukuna leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “if you find yourself feeling lonely tonight, you know exactly where to find me.”

a shiver jolted through your body at his words, and you had to clamp down on the urge to grab his face and pull him into a kiss right there in the kitchen. Sukuna’s low, rumbling chuckle echoed in your ears as he drew back, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. with one last, lingering wink, he turned and walked back to his room, leaving you to grapple with the heat of his words and the buzz of his presence still lingering in the air.

you felt like a machine, mechanically going through the motions to get ready to go to bed, the electricity still buzzing inside of you. you combed through your hair (with a little more care than usual), brushed your teeth (maybe a little to vigorously), and applied a lovely, scented lotion. sure, maybe you added some extra steps to your routine, and maybe you slipped on a cuter set of pajamas than usual.

but no matter how much you might have primped, you swore up and down that you wouldn’t be the one to make the first move.

as you lay in bed, struggling to quiet your racing thoughts and falling prey to fantasies that danced through your mind, you heard your phone buzz on the nightstand. you nearly leaped out of bed to grab it, a surge of anticipation and nervous energy rushing through you.

‘Kuna: you up?’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the audacity of his text—so straightforward, so typical of him. a whirlwind of emotions churned inside you as you debated whether or not to reply. before you could make up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

‘Kuna: get up here.’

your heart skipped a beat. it was as if an invisible string had yanked you from your bed. without a second thought, you slipped out of bed, making sure to close your door quietly behind you. you crept up the stairs as stealthily as possible, the silence of the house amplifying each step you took. when you reached Sukuna’s door, you knocked softly, the anticipation making your pulse race.

when the doorknob turned, Sukuna swung it open, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. your hands were already trembling with nerves, the sight of him in such a casual state sending a jolt of excitement through you. “come in, welcome to my dungeon,” he said with a lopsided grin, stepping aside to let you enter.

as you stepped into the room, a wave of anxiety settled into your stomach. the space before you was one you had always been forbidden from entering—a room even Yuji hesitated to tread. the room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house, a sanctuary that seemed to exude Sukuna’s very essence.

“wow, I feel like I’m breaking some sort of rule by being in here,” you joked, trying to mask your unease as you took in the scene. the room was dark and moody, with deep-toned bedding and a set of weights casually thrown into one corner. heavy metal band posters adorned the walls, each one screaming Sukuna’s personality.

before you could comment further on the eclectic decor, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. he spun you around to face him, his lips crashing into yours with an urgent intensity. “been wanting to do that every damn day,” he growled, his voice rough with longing as he nipped at your lips. the fierceness of his kiss sent shivers down your spine, and all your previous anxiety seemed to melt away under the heat of his touch.

“why haven’t you?” you asked through kisses, your hands already coming around to fist the back of his shirt.

“damn brats all over the place.” he muttered, bringing his hands onto your face. you weren’t surprised by how rough and insistent he was being – your desire to just be touched by him overwhelmed you.

“well, you’ve got me all to yourself now.” you told him as his lips trailed from yours down your neck, biting the skin there and causing you to groan.

he didn’t respond, only guided you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed before you laid on your back. Sukuna leaned above you, looking down at you as you stared up at him. maybe, you told yourself, just maybe he was looking at you with actual affection.

“I told you I’ve been wanting to see how innocent you were, now I’ve got the chance.” Sukuna grunted as he dipped his head down to your neck again while his hands began to roam your body. everywhere he touched, everywhere he kissed, left a trail of fire that had your skin burning.

through your heavy, pleasured breathing, you grabbed his face to bring him up to kiss you – but he pulled away to dive into your breasts. you gasped at the contact, feeling him shoving the material up your body and roughly pulling it over your head. “Sukuna,” you squealed, wanting to cover up.

as your arms went to cover yourself, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over you with one hand. Sukuna immediately latched himself onto one of your perked up nipples, sucking and nipping at them feverishly. when he bit a little too hard, you yelped out, only making him go harder at the sound.

you wanted him to kiss you, but every time you tried to connect your lips with his he buried his face elsewhere. his hand untied your silky shorts, shoving them down your legs. you might’ve thought nothing of it until you felt a cool breeze hitting your already dripping core. he’d taken your panties with your pants.

“Sukuna, maybe we should slow-”

“shh.” he interrupted, letting his grip on your wrist go before moving that hand to cover your mouth. “wanna taste you.”

with your eyes as wide as saucers, you watched as he nuzzled into your heat, quickly licking a stripe through your folds. your back arched and you moaned into his hand at the contact, wanting more. needing more.

as if your reaction told him all he needed to hear, he suddenly slurped up your juices loudly, his tongue diving into your pussy. “Skna,” you whined, muffled by his skin as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“taste s’ good.” Sukuna murmured as he devoured you. instinctively, your thighs began to squeeze shut, clenching his head between them. he didn’t even look up at you as he pulled up from licking you to spit on your clit before taking it between his lips, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it.

he removed his hand from your mouth to pry one of your legs to the side, gripping it so hard you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “Sukuna, feel s’ good.” you rasped as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace now, every suck of your clit sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

just as you thought you were about to cum, and were close to warning him, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth, leaving you cold. “need t’ fuck you right now.” Sukuna growled, grasping your hips and flipping you with harsh speed so that you were on your stomach. he slid a hand under you, pulling your hips up so that your ass was in the air. 

“fuck, do you have a condom?” you asked, your body trembling with desire and a tightness in your gut from getting so close to your release.

“no, don’t use ‘em.” you wanted to protest, but you were so desperate for him to just put it inside of you.

you tried to turn your body, so that you could see his face, but his hand shot to the back of your neck and lower back to keep you in place. “stay still f’ me doll.” he groaned, and before you could plead with him to kiss you, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

when the hell did he take off his pants?

while you weren’t inexperienced with sex, having a few flings over your college years, you were pretty sure it had never been like this. just as you were thinking he’d slowly enter you – just like your past experiences – you shrieked as he shoved his cock fully inside of you.

pain and pleasure seared through you as tears pricked your eyes. “you’re so – fuck – so tight.” Sukuna panted as he wasted no time in bullying his cock inside until it was kissing your cervix.

“you’re – mph – too big, Sukuna.” you moaned, trying to will your walls to stretch for him so that you wouldn’t feel the pain. “s-slow down.”

but he either didn’t hear you over his own pleasure, or didn’t care, because his pace only quickened. “that’s right, doll – hah – take my fat cock like the little slut you are.” Sukuna bit out, snapping his hips into yours with such force that you almost fell forward.

“Sukuna, please—” you whimpered, biting your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. you could barely muster the words, but you needed him to kiss you, to slow down and be gentler.

the hand Sukuna held on to the back of your neck slipped around to grab your throat, pulling your body back to meet his pace. “takin’ it s’ well.” slap. “knew you weren’t innocent.” slap. “gonna be m’ dirty whore.”

with every dirty insult, you tried to tell yourself that he probably just had a degradation kink. he didn’t actually mean those things. with your body still at war between pain and pleasure, you felt him bullying your g spot with his cock and you arrived at the edge yet again.

“Sukuna – ha – slow down – mph – ‘m gonna cum.” you hiccupped, tears rolling down your face now at the stimulation your body was being put through. every time his tip hit your g spot you felt the wave start to crash over you. he didn’t slow down, sending you right over the cliff.

your vision went white as a blazing hot orgasm rocketed through you, your body spasming and clenching around his cock while you tried to keep quiet and not scream his name. even as you rode out your release, he continued bullying into you, harder and faster now as he relished the feeling of you milking him.

“that’s right, cum on this dick.” Sukuna barked, his grip tightening on your throat to the point you were beginning to see stars. his hips snapped into yours more forcefully, echoing lewd, wet slaps through the room as he neared the ledge as well, losing control of his thrusts.

just as you were about to tell him to pull out, since he wasn’t wearing a condom, you felt a twitch inside of you as he let out a loud groan. warmth spread through your pussy, coating your walls with his cum as he rutted into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he growled out, slamming into you until he was absolutely drained of cum.

you both were panting heavily when he pulled out of you. “that was-” you started to say with a weak smile, until Sukuna practically threw a towel in your direction.

“here, to clean up.” he stated, using a washcloth to clean himself off before pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.

shame rushed through you suddenly. he didn’t even look at you as he went to take a drink of water, merely letting you clean yourself off as you felt his cum seeping out of you. you screamed at him in your mind to just look at you, to kiss you softly and help you clean up the mess he made, to hold you and caress you and to –

“’m gonna crash now.” Sukuna broke through your storm of thoughts, pulling back his blankets and climbing in bed while you still sat on the edge. “maybe you should go back downstairs, so it’s not suspicious in the morning.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you scrambled to put your pajamas back on, your movements hurried and frantic. “y-yeah, that makes sense,” you forced out, trying to sound casual despite the tears now streaming down your cheeks. you refused to turn around, unwilling to let him see you cry. “goodnight,” you mumbled as you opened his door and fled from the room, shutting it quietly behind you.

you stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling numb and disoriented, as if your legs were unable to move on their own. with a sense of zombie-like detachment, you made your way down the stairs, no longer caring about making any noise. you trudged into the bathroom; the fluorescent lights harsh against your tear-streaked face.

you grabbed a wet washcloth and began to clean up, your silent sobs almost breaking through. as you wiped your legs, a sudden sharp pain made you flinch. glancing down, you saw dark bruises beginning to form on your thighs, one set specifically looking like finger markings. panic surged through you, and you rushed to the mirror, your breath hitching as you saw a handprint emerging on your neck and a raw, angry bite mark between your neck and shoulder. the sight made your heart race, and your breathing came in shallow gasps, the reality of what had happened crashing down on you with brutal clarity.

when your head finally hit the pillow, your entire body aching and tears still rolling down your face, you found sleep quickly. and this time, there were no pleasant dreams to make you feel better.

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[sordidmusings]

Loose Lips (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: Fulfillment of this request! Thank you for making a request dear anon 💕 I really hope that it's what you wanted because it kind of grew into a whole thing 😬 also this is going to be this week's Thirsty Thursday!

@fanaticsnail brilliantly suggested this song for the fic!

Word Count: ~5.7k (~3.1k of smut 💀)

Warnings: Fem!afab!reader, NSWF very naughty indeed, praise, degredation, p in v, chop chop tomfoolery, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk, dom!Buggy, jealous and heavily possessive Buggy, manhandling/forceful treatment, Gossip time with The Girls (probably ooc but let me have this), trashing your partner (he deserves it), allusions to gaslighting and emotional abuse, starts with humor then just needy but then devolves into lots of smut I promise 💀, some fluff at the end cuz I had to

~Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of endless perversion~

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Buggy had the most shit-eating grin, and it only grew wider with each word you said. He was sunk deep into his chair, feet thrown on the table in front of him, nursing his fifth beer. Taking another gulp, he eyed you over the rim of his tankard. You were only starting your third drink, but to his delight that was enough of a buzz for you to loosen up. Normally, you were quite the skittish little thing around him, and while it was cute he wanted to see and know more of you. He’s always been quite infatuated with you and wished that he had more time with you to sate his want for your presence (and to fuel his fantasies). Tonight, that wish was granted when you had seated yourself next to him instead of your normal drinking buddies on the crew. It may have been Mohji’s usual seat, but whatever you claimed in his presence was immediately yours to him. Mohji was also easy to convince with a warning glare and sharp nod to the chair beside Cabaji.

Speaking of your usual drinking buddies, one in particular had taken to giving Buggy quite the sour look. It only fed Buggy’s smugness more. He wasn’t exactly a fan of your boyfriend in the first place. His dislike was quickly turning into disdain as well with the picture you had been painting for him. It was filled with unappreciated gestures, expected caretaking with no reciprocation, and an absolute bulldozing of your emotions. Clearly, this man boy didn’t deserve you. Possibly not even a spot on the ship with how poorly he’d been treating Buggy’s favorite. That’s probably why said boy was looking so pissy and threatened over there in his corner with your friends. Buggy raised his drink in a sarcastic cheers to him while you were distracted with a joke Cabaji had made at your partner’s expense. When your chuckles tapered off, your face started to pinch with apprehension.

“I feel kind of bad. I mean, you’re his crew and captain and I’m just here bitching to you,” you lamented. Your eyes widened with a sudden thought and you groaned. “Oh no, I must sound like a bratty teen gossiping about their partner.”

“Sounds like you’ve already tried talking it out with him,” Cabaji said. At your shy nod, he continues, “Then fuck it - you gotta get it out.”

“I know, but it’s all so stupid and trivial.” You were hunching back into yourself, staring down at your fingers while they played with your glass in your lap. There’s a flick on your forehead, and your head darts up to see Buggy’s hand floating back to him.

“S’not stupid if you’re upset,” he asserts, much to your astonishment. Buggy always struck you as more of the “suck it up buttercup” type. Wait, he was; you’d seen him bark or laugh at pouting crew members more often than not. You had seen him give some comfort, too, but it was always for something inarguably large in scale. Unexpected sympathy from the torch you’ve held longest should have been enough for you to cheer back up, but the vicious fight you’d had with your partner this afternoon still had all your thoughts trending negative. The confrontation had been brewing for a long while, but knowing it was coming didn’t shield you from the hurt.

“Then it’s pathetic,” you argued. “I mean, only sad lovers in sappy plays cry themselves to sleep right?” You tried to play it off as a joke, but the laugh you used to chase it was hollow.

“You’ve been crying?” Mohji asked, worry showing in his face and voice. Next to him, Cabaji scowled and Buggy sat up straight, even placing his feet on the floor.

“Yeah but I’m just being dramatic; I’m a bit oversensitive,” you said, echoing the words your boyfriend had long worked into you.

“No,” Buggy bit out. “I’ve seen you stare down pirates twice your size, coming at you cussing and swinging. You passed the berating month when you got here, and that has had lesser pirates sob their way back off the ship. Hell, you’ve been stabbed and you were more concerned with your friends crying about it.” Buggy snorted and shook his head, distracting you with the way the blue hair swayed from his hat. His heavy leather boots plonked back on the table, rattling the cups and plates, and he shuffled back down into his seat. The look he gave you was bordering on offended. “You’re not dramatic or too sensitive.”

You think your heart may burst - did he really have such a strong opinion of your character? You may have sought Buggy’s presence out because you were upset and you feel protected around him, but you never would’ve dreamed that the outcome would feed your infatuation such a hefty meal.

“He’s been feeding you bullshit hasn’t he?” Cabaji butted in, tone full of contempt.

“He might have… been the one to tell me that first,” you answered hesitantly. Your brows furrowed. Did you really think that of yourself or had he thought it loud enough for the both of you? Was he the only one who thought it? You became stuck looking for answers in the dark liquid in your cup. Meanwhile, the looks Buggy gave your boyfriend had taken on a lot more accusation and threat than teasing.

“See now that’s pathetic,” Cabaji scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “A man who has to belittle his partner is no man at all.”

“Yeah, he’s probably scared ‘cause he knows half the crew would gun for you if you left him,” Mohji laughed. It got you to perk up a touch and giggle with him. Buggy’s hard expression eased at the sound and the sight of a genuine smile pressing at your cheeks.

“Ah, some actual attention would be nice,” you sighed wistfully. Your voice became bitter when you muttered, “Besides digs and requests for sex of course.” Buggy choked on his drink, causing him to pound on his chest in an attempt to recover quickly. The other two were hooting at both your partner’s and Buggy’s expense.

“He’s that bad that he has to beg for it?” Cabaji snarked gleefully.

“Unfortunately,” you grumbled, pouting into your drink. “I don’t really find him attractive anymore either.”

“Oh no, sweetcheeks,” Buggy admonished, “You should not put up with some manipulative brat who can’t even please you.” Beyond his distaste for seeing you upset and mistreated, his glee at the wedge between you and your partner left him feeling fluttery. He did have a small pit twisting in his gut though; why would you even go to him if you were barely attracted to one of his most handsome men?

“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” you sighed dreamily, smitten from hearing him send a pet name your way and from his persistent defense of you. Your words and the lovesick look you gave Buggy had him short circuit. He needed to grab at this train of thought and pull the whole thing from you.

“I’m your favorite?” Buggy rushed out. Cabaji and Mohji smirked at each other before looking back to see how this played out.

“Well, um, yeah it’s always been you,” you mumbled. Before you could stop it, your mouth kept moving. “I’ve always wanted you but felt stupid doing anything about it. You’re just really impressive with how well you run the ship and with your chop chop thing and how you don’t turn people away because they’re different and you’re always there for us when we really need you and also your hair is really pretty and you’ve taken really good care of me - um - all of us and you’re so strong and really hot doing like anything and I should-” you finally took a breath “-I should shut up.”

Buggy stared at you wide eyed, mouth agape. The duo next to him was trying to keep in their snickers and doing just an awful job of it. You took another gulp of your drink for something to do. Gods, you don’t think your face has ever felt so hot. You cleared your throat and said, “I think I should-”

“You’re breaking up with him,” Buggy told you. You blinked.

“I am?” you asked, not upset with the idea but confused at the sudden order.

“You are,” Buggy confirmed. His drink was placed on the table with a firm clunk, which his feet echoed on the floor. When he stood before you, you had to crane your neck up to see him with how he loomed into your space. His expression was one you’d never seen on him before; he looked ready to snatch you up and bite down. His sea-green eyes glimmered through the shadows cast across his face. He jerks his chin at the drink in your hand. “That’s your third right?”

“Yes, Captain, my um-” you gave an embarrassed smile “-my mouth gets affected far before everything else.”

“So you feel okay?” he checked one more time, eyes boring into your own and making you feel naked. 

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good,” he started, leaning even more over you and placing his gloved hands on your cheeks. The fabric felt soft and warm and you found yourself leaning into it. “Then you are coming with me.”

Buggy stepped back, leaving his arms with you. One moved around your back and the other behind your knees. They lifted you up and brought you to him in one smooth motion. You still yelped without any jerking, bringing attention to yourself from many of the drinking pirates crammed below deck with you. Flustered, you hid your face in the soft fur lining his coat. Buggy turned to his two highest ranked men. He took in their shit-eating grins and sneered back, mostly in jest.

Buggy moved his look over at your group of friends and most importantly your (ex-)boyfriend. While your friends mostly looked confused (and one giving a thumbs up), the idiot of the hour was livid. Buggy smiled slow and wide, making his canines shine threateningly in the flickering lamplights, and he detached a hand just to flick his fingers in a cheeky wave.

“Cabaji. Mohji.” They straightened at his tone. “Let that one know he’s no longer on my crew and he figures out a way off the ship by tomorrow night or I’m throwing him overboard.”

“Aye, Captain!” They both cheered, tipping their drinks his way.

“Now,” Buggy said softly. He turned and began walking in long strides, expertly weaving through the passing plates, flailing arms, and spinning bodies of his merry band of misfits. The gentle bob and sway of being in his arms managed to settle your scrambling heart and mind, if only a bit. He paused when he reached the stairs to the upper deck. The cheek he leaned down onto the top of your head calmed you even further. “You’re coming with me to my cabin to make up for lost time. Okay?”

Your heart thudded strongly and pressed up at your throat. Your eyes burned. He was still checking in? To give yourself a moment to get rid of the lump in your throat, you turned your head and gave a few soft kisses to the base of his neck. Even through his cravat, the action made him shiver. Finally, you answered, “Yes, Captain Buggy.”

The flight up the stairs and to Buggy’s cabin was much swifter and more impatient. Both of you found yourselves thanking the Gods for his devil fruit abilities when they let him open the way without sacrificing his hold on you. He refused to release you until he was kicking his door shut behind him and tearing off his jacket. You took the time to admire the way the muscles in his arms moved as he threw off his hat. His upper body popped up and flew to you so his legs could work at toeing off his boots. You welcomed him to you with open arms and grasping fingers.

Buggy’s grip around you was demanding, one hand fisted in your hair and the other fisted in your shirt. You happily listened to their directions, pushing further into him and offering him your lips. His decorated eyes closed and his painted lips dove to feel yours, only to stop just a hair short. 

“After this you’re mine.” His voice rumbled against your chest and his lips tickled against yours with each syllable. There was a jolt as his legs got back to his body, causing your lips to brush in the closest mimic of a kiss yet. You whined right against the brush of his red lips and pawed at the front of his shirt to ask for more. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Captain.” The words were barely out of your mouth before he was stealing the breath from your lungs. The kiss immediately became open mouthed; he had needed to taste you since he set eyes on you and he had deprived himself of the chance long enough. It was full of dancing tongues, eager lips, and bumping noses and it was better than you had let yourself hope for. 

“You have any idea how long that fucker kept you from me,” he growled. His arms kept you to him in the fervent kiss but his hands flew off to start undoing your pants. Their movements were jerky and rushed and the tugging at your pants made the garment rub pleasantly across your skin. Your body felt alive with the taste of his lips, the pressure of his arms and the pulling of his hands.

“You’ll never think of him again,” Buggy promised darkly between kisses, while his hands began harsh tugs to get your pants and underwear down. When you were stepping out of them, he finally moved back far enough from you to let his hands work on ripping your shirt over your head. Buggy’s lips were back on you before your hair even had time to settle back into place. He nipped your bottom lip and kissed his way to your ear. His hands were making quick work of your bra. “I’m going to replace every bit of his touch on your body with my own.”

Shivers trembled through your body at the feeling of his words being breathed into your ear. The tingling sensation bouncing under your skin only intensified when his hands wedged between your chests and began thumbing at your hardened nipples. While he started walking backwards to the bed, you set on undoing his too numerous belt buckles. You needed to feel his skin on you now. At your unhappy moan, Buggy had his hands help you.

“Impatient?” he teased. He got another whine for his answer. At last, all his belts were undone. The thick one from his waist thunked onto the floor and his shirt followed soon after, pushed off by hurried hands sweeping from pec over shoulder. You hummed at the feeling of his chest hair against your palm and his muscles flexing and moving in your grip. Your arms then wrapped behind his neck, pulling him in to feel his chest press to yours. You jumped at the unexpected feeling of his chest hair teasing at your nipples, making them send pleasant tingles across your skin. His arms wrapped around your waist to pull you in just as tightly, making you feel caged and at his mercy. Groping hands separated from his arms to work at the flesh of your hips and ass, the fabric of his gloves causing extra friction.

Buggy’s lips had made their way back to yours, trailing burning kisses and red paint, and his prodding tongue slid back through your parted lips. Your hurried fingers pulled the bandana from his head and scratched across his scalp, setting his hair free. Blue waves cascaded down to tickle your arms and sweep at your cheeks. Your hands broke through the curtain of his soft hair to rid him of his cravat. While your hands continue seeking ways to touch him, his hands left you to swiftly yank each glove off. When his touch came back to you, Buggy moaned loudly at the feeling of your bare, flushed skin under his fingers and palms.

His hands massaged their way down to the backs of your thighs. While he sat himself down on the bed, he used this grip to pull you into his lap. You shivered and moaned as your bare pussy finally got some friction against the leather of his pants. Even through the thick material, you could feel his length twitch against you. An iron grip clamped onto your hips and set the pace of your needy grinding. “Fuck, sweets, you’re gonna ruin my pants. That wet already?”

“Can’t help it,” you whined. “I’ve wanted you so long.” You emphasized your words by grinding down more firmly against him, sliding easily through your slick on the supple leather.

“Fuuuuck,” Buggy groaned low, throwing his head back at the sensations sparking through him with each push of your hips. He pressed back into you with more insistence. “Wanted to take more time with you, treasure, but you’re making it fucking hard.”

He used his chop chop powers to stay attached to you again, separating from his feet so he could float you two to the center of the bed. The weightlessness and tipping of your balance shot adrenaline through you and had your weight increasing the pressure of his hard on against your clit. You dragged nails down Buggy’s chest in your bid for stability, earning a grumbling moan from him.

You may have been the one on top of him, but it was clear from his controlling hands and commanding lips that he was the one in charge. You’d let him keep that power forever if it meant you kept getting to feel his touch tearing into you and taste his skin and tongue and teeth. The smell of your own arousal mixing with the hazy scent of him emanating from his body and sheets had your muscles turning liquid, save the ones helping your hips lure pleasure from his. 

At the next drag of his hips across your cunt, you felt the pressure slide downward and leave you. Your thighs still felt his torso squeezed between them but the lack of support under your pelvis startled you and you began to pull back.

“No, no, sweet thing,” Buggy soothed, “Stay right here.” He trapped you to him with a hand to the back of your head and the other gripping the back of your shoulder. Your sense came back to you a little bit, reminding you of the chop chop fruit, and you relaxed slightly. Foggy eyes watched you as your muscles loosened and you eased back down for your mouths to meet again. The hand in your hair became a fist, urging you even closer, while the other disappeared. The feel of smearing makeup added to the delicious mess of the kiss, all wet lips and sliding tongues.

You slowly raised your hips up in the air, pressing your chest more firmly into his and relieving your thighs of the burn from keeping yourself hovered. Your elbows took the rest of your weight and your hands clung to Buggy’s shoulder and bicep. The air of the room sent a chill through you with how it contrasted to the wet heat you had presented. You weren’t chilled for long though; the draft of the room suddenly stopped reaching you and the bed dipped between your knees as a weight settled there. You felt knees nudging the inside of your own further apart and you happily let them, eagerly arching your cunt even higher.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Buggy growled against your lips. Warm skin met the back of your thighs then the plush of your ass. You let out chirping moans, muffled against his mouth, in burning joy when you felt the slide of his bare cock drag through your lips. “Such an eager little bitch for me; you ever go ass up for him?”

“No,” you panted. “N-no -hah- never, Captain.” Buggy nipped at your lips before he started his way down to your neck. You eagerly arched your chin up and out of the way, getting rewarded with a boiling hot lick across your pulse. Between his ravenous mouth and grinding hips, you were losing track of anything but the impulse to chase what feels good. And all of his touch ravaging over you felt so fucking good. 

The way your hips circled back into his had Buggy losing his mind - he needed to grab at every piece of you, feel you under lips and tongue and teeth and nails, and he needed to feel your warm swollen walls wrapped around him. A thought occurred to him and his mouth flung to your ear.

“Has he ever fucked you raw?” It came out as more of an angry snarl than real words. “Did you let yourself be his little slut?” Hips pressed forward meanly, nearly lifting your knees off of the bed with how he was forcing you to arch. “Answer me.” A hand clamped onto your jaw. Fingers released your hair to dig into the sides of your neck.

“No, sir!” you gasped, delicious pain bringing you back some clarity.

“My perfect girl.” You felt the grumble of his voice vibrate from his chest to yours. Your jaw was released. The punishing pressure on your spine eased as Buggy backed off, only to use his free hand to guide your hips back into greedy grinds. You wanted his handprint marked there forever, and Buggy wouldn’t disappoint. The grip controlling your neck jerked you to look him in the eyes. They were blurry and black with lust, looking like they would be quenched by nothing less than swallowing you whole. “Waiting for your Captain to be the one in your cunt? Already knew that you’re my whore?” The clumsy huffs and moans of “yes” that spilled from your mouth went straight to Buggy’s cock, each one making it throb against you.

“Let me.” His knees pressed at yours and you spread even wider, opening up enough for your clit to constantly rub between the base of his cock and his heavy balls. “Gotta be inside you - own every part of you.” His dominating grip on your hip forced the long grinds into tight circles weighted on your clit. Buggy tugged you down in a quick, needy kiss, tasting the whines on your tongue. “Fuck, give it to me; be mine and I’ll fuck you like this every day, buy you anything you want, do anything you want.”

You were so close already, head buzzing from his rabid pleas and the restricting grip into the sides of your neck. Your heartbeat had moved to pound between your hips, matching the rhythm of his hips grinding into you. If it weren’t for his hand at your neck, your head would’ve lolled forward to leave you drooling against his chest.

Buggy’s detached hand slid over your ass to guide the head of his cock to press at your twitching entrance. The moment he was lined up, his hand flipped down to cup your mound and grind the heel of his palm over your swollen bud. His head stretched you wider than you’re used to and you were already tripping over the edge when you felt yourself pop over the rim of his tip. “Gods, fuck, sweets, you feel like heaven.” He kept sliding in, the stretch not easing as he worked you open. “Never -nnngh- leaving this cunt.” The forearm around your back forced you into his chest even harder. “Gonna tie you up and fuck you all day, shit!” His hips finally met yours, rooted right above the palm still massaging at you.

The first drag back, full of his mushroomed tip pulling at your clenching walls, was your favorite thing you’d ever felt. You could only manage its deliberate push and pull, ending with a shove you felt pressing through your stomach, three more times. “Yes -hahh- yes, y-yes -nnnnghaahh- yes, yes, yes yesyesyes”

Bright pleasure tore up your spine to explode in your head and fizzle out through your every muscle. Your eyes screwed shut, your feet kicked up to clench by your jolting hips, and your fingers dug and trembled into Buggy’s skin. You shoved your head down, forehead pressing into the sweaty side of Buggy’s neck, open mouth gasping out hot air and high pitched moans. Distantly, you heard him darkly muttering, “Fucking hell, good slut, goddamn you’re perfect -mmmmnnhh- my perfect girl.”

Buggy’s grip on you became bruising as he held off on cumming with you. He’d just barely got a taste of the squeeze of your cunt and he needed more. He’d grit his teeth in desperation when he felt you milking him so soon after he had adjusted to the blissful feeling of sinking into you. Now he was absolutely sure he was going to steal you away and keep you forever. He needed to feel your pleasure and desperation at his touch every second of every day for the rest of his life.

“Such a whore, so eager to cum for me,” Buggy praised. He was brushing your hair from your face with shaky fingers, guiding you back from your orgasm. He continued his steady thrusts into you but eased up on his palm when your body went limp. You looked absolutely pathetic slumped against him, ass held in the air still being used for his pleasure.

“That stupid boy ever get you to sound like that?” he goaded. The closest you got to giving a response was a breathy “nuh”. Buggy kissed at your hairline and began picking up the speed of his hips. “That’s what I thought. Now be a good pussy and milk me dry.”

Buggy’s thrusts became punishing and insistent, chasing the blissful pulsing clench of your cunt that he felt at the end of every full stroke. The heel of his palm jostled your clit with each slap of his hips against you, slipping easily against you from how much he had you dripping. Even so, your nerves burned in a way that was just slightly too much. You arched harder to try and lighten the sensation but that only angled your hips so that he hit his hand harder on each thrust. Every impact felt like an electric shock, knocking a high and breathy moan from you each time.

“Sounds so good, treasure, keep singing for me,” Buggy moaned, breath tickling the top of your ear. He wanted to slow himself down to hear you longer, taste you longer, feel the hot wet plush of your pussy forever, but he couldn’t control himself no matter how hard he tried. His body clung to and plunged into you, driven by uncontrolled instinct. He needed to grab and consume you until he couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. He’d finally admitted to himself how much he was dying to see and own all of you. Now he had you blissed out and pliant against him and he could no longer stand living without knowing the feeling of emptying his cock into you.

“Captain,” you hiccuped, “C-Captain Buggyyyyy, ‘s too much.” You tilted your head up to moan and bite at his neck, needing something to ground you. The salt and heat on your tongue cut through some of the blinding haze. Your fingers kept digging at him to find  some kind of anchor in those slick, tensing muscles.

“You can do it, sweets,” he encouraged breathlessly. “Just -fuck- just be my good whore, just let me hahhhave my fill and I’ll -nnngah- help you rest.” You managed a weak “yes sir” between your moans and whines and Buggy’s hips managed to give you even more. Every nerve he touched inside you was scorching and screaming with the delicious friction and stretch of him pounding into you. Buggy felt the same searing bliss ripping through him, emptying his mind of everything but desire and possession.

Buggy groans, “So close! You’ve been soooooo fucking good for me, my perfect slut.” The hand at your neck had switched back into fisting your hair, so he could drag you up and moan right in your ear. The palm at your clit became a tightly circling thumb and your limp body jolted back to life, clawing, grinding, shaking, and gasping. “That’s fucking it, treasure, need you to cum again and -ahh- I’ll fill you up.”

You used whatever strength you had left to bounce back on his hips. Your used muscles were pounding and swollen, but the praising sounds and extra friction you got with each move had you never wanting to stop. You never knew how good it felt to be fucked hard enough for the force to ripple through the flesh of your ass and thighs and stomach and breasts and you’d do anything to keep feeling it. The crushing grip on your hip kept you steady any time you faltered from your trembling muscles and blanking mind. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this, so completely insatiable, so deliciously overwhelmed, so voraciously claimed. The blazing signals shooting to your head from between your legs started to burn so bright that they were losing detail. That was until all four of Buggy’s fingers touched the very base of your stomach and pushed down hard. 

“Buggy! Buggy! Buggy!” You kept yelping, and his eyes rolled back from the sheer ecstasy of hearing you like this. You were already tight, muscles clamping down hard and winding up for your orgasm but this… There was a firmer pressure with each stroke, especially when he knocked as deep into you as you could stretch, and he was drooling at the fact that his fingertips could feel him fuck himself into you.

“So good, holy shit -hahnngh- you feel so fucking good, treasure, gonna cum,” Buggy was beside himself panting and groaning out for you. His fraying voice became biting and fierce, rabid with need and absolute command. “Need you to cum - cum for your Captain.”

“Yes, sir, yessir please please,” you sobbed into his chest feeling so close but also already over the precipice and feeling everything and numbing out. Your body was going haywire with how good and how much everything felt and you needed something to hold onto. 

“Good fucking girl, good -nnnngh- you’re mine, mine, mine-” Buggy’s voice was all gravel and possession and he chanted the only word he could manage when his balls pulled tight and his dick began to twitch. The clapping of his hips stopped, replaced with deep long grinds that had the weight of his jumping dick play with every inch of your walls and you were gone. You keened and sobbed out at the force of the feelings bursting through you and you could do nothing but quake in his grasp. The hot feeling of his cum pumping into you, cockhead tapping down at the push of his fingers on your stomach, had your eyes rolling back and your legs going limp.

Buggy was pretty sure he lost a minute or two there while he wasn’t able to think past hot, wet, and good. All he knew was that he finally got you and it was better than he ever imagined. His heart stuttered at the feeling of your panting breath cooling his chest and your sweet fingers clumsily trying to draw shapes on his skin. They kept falling limp between attempts due to the strength of your exhaustion, but you were adamant in your need to show him affection. His face split in a dopey grin. Buggy just knew you’d be the perfect little love and now you were his perfect little love. A smug snicker interrupted his heavy breaths from knowing he stole you away from that shithead, and he was going to make sure to pamper you so you’d stay and never have to cry to yourself again. 

Buggy nudged you to the side so that your spine would get some relief from arching. He couldn’t have just let you straight down without your hips being forced down under the weight of his past the edge of his torso. You weren’t allowed to go far though; he felt as if he’d tear apart anything that interrupted all your skin to skin contact. You hummed deep in relief at the change in position and nuzzled your face into Buggy as thanks. He kissed his bright smile onto the top of your head and began massaging a hand into your lower back. This time you moaned at the relieving feeling, earning a chuckle from him.

“Better?” Buggy asked. 

“So much,” you answered. Your eyes and muscles felt heavy and your bones were made of lead. Your breathing had become soft and slow and steady in tandem with his, beginning to draw you under with the promise of a fulfilling slumber. You managed to mumble, “Thank you, Captain,” before you were gone. A more lingering kiss was placed on your head this time. While your mind wasn’t there to receive it, your body felt it and shifted just that much closer into Buggy’s warmth.

Buggy sighed, thinking of the mess that the two of you and the bed were and how much work it’ll be to do the necessary cleaning up. A large problem was detaching you from himself and an even larger and more difficult one was mustering the will to remove himself from you. He gave in to the comfort of holding you, pulling a spare blanket from a basket across the room to lay over you both. Still in deep sleep, you hummed contentedly at the new comfort and warmth, melting Buggy’s heart further. He peppered a few more indulgent kisses onto your temple and hair before snuggling his cheek down into you. He’d decided a little nap wouldn’t hurt.

~ ~ ~ ••• ✦✦✦ ••• ~ ~ ~

[haydenlovers]

NSWF 18+

Dilf!Anakin x FemReader

Warnings - Smut, soft dom Anakin, oral (f receiving), slight edging, p in v, praising, creampie

Not proof read

Anakin’s dialogue - Readers dialogue

You’re so fucking beautiful. He whispers against your skin, as he continues to kiss your thighs. The cool breeze across your chest causes your nipples to harden. His big hands wrapped under your legs gently massaging your thighs. Gently sucking in your skins leaving marks all over. Placing a kiss on your clothed clit, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly pulling down your panties revealing your throbbing cunt.

All wet f’me? He smirks glaring up at you with his blue eyes full of desire.

Mmh

Use your words princess

Yes, Ani, all for you

You gonna be a good girl and cum when I tell you to

Yea, I’ll be a good girl I promise

Open your legs baby. Wider. There you go, good girl

You shutter at his words. He licks his lips before licking up your folds, causing your body to jolt and hand to grasp onto his hair. His hands wrap around your ass holding you in place. His tongue circling around your clit teasing you. He slowly moved onto your clit placing a gentle kiss on it. Your pussy throbbing with anticipation. Before he starts devouring you, sucking and licking your clit, as if it was his last meal.

He slips a finger into your warmth curling it making the right spot. Adding another finger in to stretch you out. Squirming as he moves faster on your swollen bud. He grips you tighter to stop you moving, as moans escaped your mouth. He moaned against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. Fuck… Ani m’gonna come.

Not yet. He mumbles against your clit. But you felt a familiar feeling building up in stomach, as your pussy clenched around his fingers. Anakin slowed down and removed his fingers, and the feeling in your stomach disappeared. As he toyed with your bundle of nerves painfully slow. Grasping his hair trying to pull him in more.

Please Ani

As he picks up the pace again and slipping two fingers back in your entrance. Curling them at fast pace causing your back to arch. His tongue moving faster as that you feel your climax quickly building up again. As he adds a third finger.

Ani need to cum please. He hums against you as your vision blurs, trying not to cum. Yanking his hair begging for him to allow you to cum.

Cum for me baby

Clenching around him, you reach your climax and your juices still out onto his face. He removes his fingers and licks them clean. Humming at the sight of you out of breath still recovering from your orgasm. He brings himself up to your lips, and plants them on yours. His tongue exploring your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he caressed your soft skin, slowly moving from your hips to your waist.

You did such a good job. He plants a light kiss on your forehead.He heads to the end of the bed and stood up quickly removes his boxers, revealing his hard member. Every time you see it is like the first time, you could never get over it. How long and thick it was, with a pink tip and a few veins that stuck out. He grabbed your ankles pulling you towards him. His hands run up to your hips and quickly flips you over so you’re on your stomach. You put your ass up aching your back waiting for Anakin’s next move.

Already want more princess

Yes, please need your cock so bad

He draws himself closer to you, and runs im his rosy tip up your dripping folds. Trying to move your hips closer to him, but being stopped by his strong grip on your ass. He slowly pushes the tip into your entrance, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he bottoms you out. Stretching out your tight walls, making you feel so full.

You gonna come for me again when I tell you

Yes Ani

Anakin starts to thrust into like there’s no tomorrow, his cock hitting in the perfect place. As your moans filled the room, and his grunts became louder. Your poor little pussy being abused by his fat cock. You grasped onto the bed sheets, as his hands trailed up your body caressing your soft skin. The sound of your pussy squelching and skin slapping became more aggressive, as Anakin’s cock brushed against your cervix.

Taking me so well baby. Being such a good girl for me huh?

You couldn’t form words to respond as pleasure was too much. You were a moaning mess, and Anakin loved it.

Wanna come again? Come on my cock baby, thats it

Your walls clenching around him as you came all over his dick, moaning his name. His dick twitching inside of you as your pussy tightened around his cock, sending him over the edge as his hot seed filled you up and leaked from your swollen pussy. Mixing with all your juices.

Did so good f’me. I’m proud of you sweethearts

[flowerandblood]

The Gate of Salvation NSWF Alphabet

[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]

NSWF Alphabet for Aemond from my mini series The Gate of Salvation made for my one year celebration. I show perspective of what it looked like with his beloved. Dirty things below.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Afterwards, he is a complete devastated, crying mess, going through some kind of panic attack, and the only thing that can calm him down is her reassurances that she still loves him, that she is not disgusted by him, that he is not a bad person, that she forgives him.

He snuggles up to her and literally sinks into her body, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck, feeling safe only with her. Once he calms down he makes sure she is comfortable, that he hasn't hurt her and she doesn't need anything.

B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He adores every part of her body because she is a miracle of God for him, but he loves her eyes most, her soft, tender gaze, he melts thinking about it.

C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums only on his own hand. He doesn't want her to be touched by the effect of his sin, dying internally every time she licks everything off his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Well... he is the Pope. Everything he does with her is his dirty secret.

E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Before his beloved: absolutely none. His morning erections aroused his disgust. He had never thought of such things before he met her, considering them simply sinful and primitive.

F = Favorite position

Sitting with her on top, his face nestled between her breasts, he can then touch and feel her in every possible way, can kiss her and watch her reactions, which calms and arouses him, while at the same time not really seeing anything.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

There is no room for laughter in this sacred act of their closeness, what they do and how they do it is a very serious matter for him.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

All natural and clean, as God himself has created him.

I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

He is very insecure and affectionate, he needs to feel her close, her embrace and her voice give him a sense of security. He could spend the whole night whispering in her ear how much he loves her, how much he needs and wants her, satisfying her with his fingers, gazing in awe at her fulfilment, comparing her to Bernini's Baroque sculptures.

J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He only masturbates in front of her to restrain himself from throwing himself at her right away and put his cock inside her – he wants to feel her this way when he's already on the edge. He doesn't touch himself when he is alone and thinks about her, repenting in this way.

K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Definitely a religious kink. Her calling him Holy Father when he touches her, when he slips his fingers deep inside her, or thrusts into her, send him into another orbit.

L = Location (where they like to get it on)

As comfortable as possible, in her room on her bed, somewhere they can both feel safe because they are still stressed about being caught in the act.

M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Her telling him that she loves him, that she is only his, the sight of her at least partially exposed body, her crossed legs when she sits, her breasts peeking through from under her dress when she is not wearing a bra. His manhood literally throbs with delight at the sight of her every day.

N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

He would never let her give him a blowjob or handjob. He would die of despair, shame and regret for humiliating and insulting her. Anal and other weird things are out of question. Big no.

O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

He would never let her suck him off, but he himself had dreamed of tasting her from the very beginning.

He would arrange everything so that the room was completely dark and he could not see this intimate part of her body, but only feel it with his sense of touch, and then with slow, timid flicks of his tongue he would bring her to the brink of despair.

Hearing her sobs, her thighs shaking in his embrace, her hands clutching his hair, he would slide his tongue deep inside her, eating her weeping cunt like a starving man until she came all over his face with the loudest, sweetest moans of pleasure he had ever heard.

He would do it often to her ever since.

P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Because he's constantly aroused and doesn't masturbate when she's not next to him, he doesn't last very long, but neither of them cares.

Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

On the beginning they do it painfully slowly, but once he's deep inside her, his brain disconnects, and he slams into her as if he hasn't seen her for a month.

R = Risk (do they like to try new things)

Definitely not. Meeting his beloved is risky itself.

S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

After one round, he is so overwhelmed and shocked that he needs at least a day or two to calm down and come back to himself.

T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

None.

U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

When he sees her talking or getting close with any other men, his mind goes into the mode of a stern judge who asks her if she is sure that she deserves to be fulfilled. He gives it to her, satisfied only when she is a babbling, leaking, quivering little mess, reminding her to who her body and soul belong to.

V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

When he touches her in her most intimate place, when he rubs against her leaking cunt with his cock, when he thurst into her he is a whimpering, panting, babbling mess.

W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)

None.

X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Heaven's Delight.

Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)

When he sees her, he is melting. It doesn't necessarily always end with sex, but he always wants to be as close to her as possible.

Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He makes sure that she fell asleep first, listening to her calm breathing, and he cuddle himself between her breast and sleep like a little baby.

He wants to cry when the alarm clock on his phone rings before sunset so that he has time to get up and go back to his rooms before anyone realises he's not there. He is so comfy and warm in her embrace, lying with her under the duvet, that he only wishes he could stay with her longer.

[mockingkatniss]

🎀 slightly nswf | coryo snow x you 🎀

imagine coryo sucking your nipples throughout your t-shirt, preferably a white one so he can admire your hardened buds even underneath the wet fabric.

he’d love to bit into it, pulling it slightly and massage your under boob from the fabric. all this while he watches you from down his position, pretty blue eyes and long lashes.

at some point he would just grow tired and and lift up the shirt to finally suck, nip and lick at the finale bare nipple.

++ bonus for nipple piercing, he would just go ballistics about it feeling the smooth metal underneath his tongue, he would totally pull it to annoy you.

[iburnedmyselfalive]

JUST FOR ME.

nswf — 18+ , this sucks but enjoy <3

“‘atta baby, keep your gaze on me as you take me," Anakin Skywalker whispered, his hand firmly on the back of your neck, ensuring your attention as he pleasured you.

His other hand pressed against your lower stomach, feeling himself inside you, his thumb reaching down and teasing your clit.

"mm, you a bitch in heat, yeah? jus’ f’me?," he hissed, his cock pulsing inside you, causing your body to arch in response. A grin spread across his face as he pushed you down.

"Take me, baby, take me," he urged, his voice a low growl.

“gripping round’ me like a starved bitch" he scolded with a chuckle.

You whimpered at his words, feeling utterly degraded.

"Pathetic, aren't you?" he sneered, “Just a starved bitch, begging for cock like it's your only purpose in life."

"Bet that’s right though huh?" he cooed, "Always touchin’ that lil’ pussy, desperate for a taste of me."

With a sharp slap to your cheek, you nodded, whimpering, "Yes!"

Anakin was consistent in one aspect: he always talked you through it, without fail, and you adored every moment of his guidance.

"You're taking it like a pro, baby, so damn good," he whispered in your ear, quickening his pace.

"Just perfect," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"She must be into me by now, knows exactly how to handle me, don't you think?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his lips as you moaned in response.

"i need to cum! please, ani, let me cum," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face, only to be met with a stinging slap to your cheek.

"You want to cum?" he echoed your words, his tone mocking.

“yeah? You want it that badly?" he taunted as he expertly worked you, hitting your sweet spot relentlessly while his thumb reapplied relentless pressure to your sensitive clit.

"i’m going to cum!" you cried out, but he slowed his pace, still maintaining his rough rhythm.

“Oh, baby, you can hold it, can't you?" he teased, watching you squirm.

“can't, ani, please!" you whimpered, utterly desperate.

"Too bad, you're gonna hold it," he growled, pulling out abruptly, leaving you aching for more.

Without warning, he thrusted back into you, eliciting a desperate cry from your lips.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as his grip on your hips tightened.

He groaned deeply, his voice dripping with dominance and desire as he unleashed a torrent of dirty words, mixing praise with cruel taunts.

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Pleasing Him ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖°. Summary: You smiled softly and pressed your cheek into his palm, nuzzling it, a sweet little purr noise escaped you, you had been craving his touch for so long.

✧˖°. Content: NSWF - Your Mouth Wrapped Around Zevlor’s Beautiful Cock - Mention Of Creampie - On Your Knees For Him - His Hand Tangled In Your Hair - Cuddles

✧˖°. Ship: Zevlor x F!Reader/Tav

Notes: I was just really horny the other night thinking about Zevlor, thus this came to life. Please enjoy xoxo fun little twist at the end.

Inch by inch you slowly take Zevlor’s cock down your tight throat. His bulging veins grazing the top of your mouth, his pre-cum dribbling out onto your tongue as your drool spills out of the corner of your lips. Despite gagging you refused to pull back, even as the tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, even as the bile burned the back of your throat.

You wanted to impress this hellrider, wanted to show him how well you could take him, how good of a whore you could be for him and only him. It’s been so long since someone’s touched him like this, you knew this and knew he deserved the best. Plus the way he’s holding his face, attempting to hide his facial expressions from you is just so adorable. 

A smirk graces your face, he can hide his face all he wishes, but he can’t hide those sweet moans and pants that slip through his lips. He can’t hide how his thighs shake, the way his tail thumps against the wall, or how his muscles tense up every time your tongue laps at the underside of his cock, flicking against the large veins there.

Slowly you pulled back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud pop and a string of drool connecting you to the tip, “You taste so good-“ Your tongue slowly collects the precum leaking from his tip, “-I think I might be addicted~”

Zevlor groans, his hand falling from his face to the wall, gripping at the stones there as he tries to catch his breath, “Gods- This feels-ah-“ Zevlor felt as if he could collapse, his legs felt so weak, and his cock twitches needily, the sight of your flushed cheeks and red, swollen lips making it twitch again, more precum leaking out and spilling down his shaft.

You lick your lips, collecting the delicious salty beads that had leaked out, and you gently take his cock back into your hand, giving him a few slow pumps, “Zevlor~ I think I could spend all night on my knees for you~ could suck you off everyday if I get to drink your cum like this, it's so tasty~”

You lick your lips before taking him back into your mouth, causing Zevlor to hiss at the feeling, his cock already so sensitive. He was so close to cumming, you could feel it, the way his cock would jump and twitch in your mouth. You took him down deeper, bobbing your head, moaning as you went. Your eyes closed as you focused on him.

As you start milking his beautiful cock with your mouth, you could feel every ridge of his cock massaging your throat walls. Could feel his veins twitch as they bulged, his cock twitching, ready to blow. You heard him curse before his hips began to buck involuntarily into your warm, plush mouth, “Tav- i- I can’t hol-d” 

You didn’t want him to hold back, you wanted him to use you like the fucktoy you wished to be for him. You moaned loudly as you blinked up at him so sinfully wicked. Your eyes filled with tears that spilled down your cheeks and you pulled him out just long enough to beg him to use your mouth and fill your starved tummy with his seed, “s’please~ Commander~ need you to fill me good~.”

Zevlor couldn't help but give into his desire, it truly has been too long, he’d be a fool not to. He couldn’t deny you anymore. He needed this as much as you did…

Grabbing a handful of your hair to hold you steady, his other hand on the wall to steady himself, he rams his cock back inside, thrusting his hips forward to get the last couple inches of his cock down your tight little throat. He could see the way his cock bulged in your throat, and he couldn’t resist reaching down to place his hand against it, grunting as he felt his cock move inside your throat.

Zevlor fucks your mouth, his hips thrusting in and out, his cock being engulfed by the heat of your throat. Hells you felt so fucking good. He couldn’t get enough of it, you were perfect. You whimpered and choked on his cock, the way you could barely breathe was such a fucking turn on, though he’d never admit it.

Zevlor didn't care about anything else right now except the way your throat hugged his cock. A part of him deep down even wished that the fool named Aradin would walk in, would see him a tiefling having his way with you, see how well you suck him off. It would serve him right, the idiot.

You groaned around his cock, the feeling of him roughly hitting the back of your throat. Knocking the wind out of you with each thrust, the way his pubic hairs tickled your nose as he pushed in deep, made you clench your legs together.

You could feel your cunt throbbing, begging to be filled next, begging to taste his cum deep within your womb… The mess your juices were making on the ground was proof enough. 

Zevlor never thought he’d get a chance like this, never thought you would be the one to give it to him… You were a vision of beauty, even more than he imagined. Your eyes locked on him with such devotion, your lips stretched around his thick cock, the way your cheeks flushed such a beautiful shade of red, how you whimpered, choked, and gagged on his cock was so stunning, and the tears that spilled down your face were a sight to behold.

“Ta-Tav, -“ Zevlor chokes on a moan, his hips thrusting erratically as he loses his pace, his legs shake, and his balls tighten as he nears his orgasm. It's been so long since he's had an orgasm, he's genuinely surprised he’s lasted this long. He didn't think it would be possible with a mouth like yours.

You felt him throbbing and you know what's coming. Your cunt drools with anticipation, you wanted his seed so badly, wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it in you, to feel it slosh around inside your gut. 

Then you felt it. A thick glob of his cum spurted down your throat, filling you with its warmth. And you eagerly swallow the first load, the second quickly following, and then a third, fourth, and fifth. Zevlor was cumming in huge spurts, each one filling your belly, making you feel full, warm, and satisfied.

His grip tightened, his knuckles turning into a pale red as his body shakes, his tail wrapping around your neck to keep you from pulling away. His legs threatening to give as he cums, and cums, and cums, all the while you were gulping him down.

You both stayed like this, Zevlor panting heavily, his head against the stone wall, his chest heaving as he attempted to calm his breathing. And you, your own body shaking as you finished swallowing his copious amount of seed, your throat sore from how long he had been fucking it.

You didn't mind though, the look of bliss on his face was worth it.

His hand moves from your throat to caress your face, gently urging you to release his cock, “That was… thank you, Tav. I didn’t think I could feel that good again- or that you would.. be willing- or even want me to.. use you- in that manner- but, you..”

With a small pop his cock slips from your lips, you gasp as air suddenly rushes back into your lungs, making you cough, your eyes closing as you hold your chest. You heard a pained grunt coming from Zevlor, slowly he knelt down to be eye level with you and you could feel his tail brushing along your back.

Once the coughing had subsided and the tears cleared from your eyes, you looked at him… His eyes were filled with worry and full of guilt… 

“Zevlor-? Zev- You-“ You smiled softly and pressed your cheek into his palm, nuzzling it, a purr escaping you, you had been craving his touch for so long, “You did nothing wrong, my sweet Zevlor, I-I wanted this. I enjoyed myself, didn’t you?.. I didn't want to stop, even when it hurt and I couldn't breathe, it just felt so good knowing I was the one giving you pleasure…”

Zevlor's brows knit, his eyes searching your own, he couldn't believe this was happening, but he wanted to, Gods did he want to believe it. He didn't want this to be a dream, didn't want this to be a hallucination brought upon him from the years of isolation he'd endured.

He wanted this to be real.

And then, Zevlor did something you hadn't expected, he pressed his lips against yours. A kiss. Zevlor kissed you... It was a small kiss, but it conveyed everything he wanted to say. 

By the end of the night, you were a mess. Covered in his dried seed, your cunt gaping with his cum leaking out of it, your skin drenched in sweat… A smile spread across your face as Zevlor held your sleeping body against his on his bedroll. His heart was still racing, his tail caressing your thigh, and a smile was stuck to his face. To think he was ready to praise the absolute and turn against you…

[tassodelmiele]

Absolutely NSWF in a moment I should totally be asleep but my brain is made out of perv neurons and its synapses are killing me.

Price x Reader with no more context than he feeding you your favorite meal.

Thank you for the attention.

....

Your little mouth is so stuffed that your jaw hurts, forced open and sore while he's feeding you.

Big hands slightly push your head down, a soft caress on your hair.

You try to ate his full lenght, breath chocked on hairy pube. His hard tip hits the back of your throat: it's tingling the palate, and you gag almost instinctively as your nose tries to work in mouth's place, collecting big raspy air shouts.

-Breath, doll-

Price pats your head again, allowing you to gain a little bit of distance from him without spitting your meal.

You suck in, your throat clenches around his cock. He brushes your hair, grumbling a whyspered:

-Your tongue, gorgeous. Stick it out-

And you do it, rubbing papillas on his particular flavor as your mouth widens up, dripping wetness over him.

-Nice 'n slow, don't be shy-

You try to make yourself more comfortable kneeled between his legs, muffling little chocked nose' s breathes and cute wet noises around his cock.

You try a brave move, taking him deeper, hitting a sweet spot for both the two of you.

Price groans.

-Good girl-

You chuckle a moan, fingers digged into his tights and nose buried in pubic hair drenched with your saliva.

As he puts some more pressure on your head, you realize he's growing in your throat: the soft bulge becomes rock hard, filling every inch of space availabile, and his hips orders a slight pace you struggle to follow.

One faster jerk, and his pube collids on you, stuffing you to your limit. His cock dig his space, hot and throbbing inside your clenched walls. Your eyes water a little, and you're waiting for him to go backwards and let you gain space and air, just to realize he's not moving farer than that.

Hands press your face closer to him: you bury your nose on his pube, his lenght hits your throat with no pauses and you're totally stuffed, full and drooling precum and saliva while moaning between his legs.

Your panties are fucking dripping pleasure.

-Good...a bloody good girl, don't bite, yes doll, open wide, lemme finish in your pretty mouth-

And he jerks, making fast and short moves, letting you moan and gag with your face pressed so tight on him that you're breathing his dick scent.

And it's so fucking good.

The end of the game is sudden and growled under his breath. You dig fingertips on his flesh, marking his muscles as his cum mixed with saliva fills mouth and throat, overflowing under your tongue.

The hold of his hands moves you up little by little, releasing your breathing way for the first time in half an hour of endurance test.

You cry a whimper, squeezing eyes to drive away tears and face stiffness, with your tongue still out and sticky from his sweet cum.

You swallow his flavor, and thinking about eating his scent for the rest of the day makes you go crazy.

Price leans on you with a nice kiss on the forehead. His fingers grip your chin and cheeks lightly.

-What do you say? -

And you almost purr out: -Thank you for the meal~-

He gives you another kiss.

-Good girl-

....

[milksuu]

RAHHH APHELIOS FANS RISE 🦅🦅🦅🦅

i need… I need him to whimper during sex… idk how… idk when… but I know he whimpers I can just feel it… do with this as u please

❥ prompt: He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. Aphelios thought since you were such a cute shorty, the bedroom would be his domain. How did he end up being bottom, pinned, with you on top!? ❥ content/warnings: nswf 18+, cute!softdom!reader, teasing, light-bondage ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios / f!smol!reader (minor implied poly!sett/phel/reader)

He met you on the bustling train. Jammed packed after rush hour. An uncomfortable place to be. With no seats available, he took the reigns over head. Another stop. Another wave of bodily masses rushing in. It sent you colliding against him. He dropped his phone in the process. He wasn't too happy about that. It was too cramped for him to reach down and get it.

"I-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," you apologized. With your short stature, you were able to crouch and retrieve the phone. Why was he paying so much attention to your petite hands?

Nevermind. There weren't any cracks on the phone screen. That was good. He merely nodded as thanks. With each bump and sway of the tram, there you went. Like a marble in a pinball machine. With much effort on your tiptoes, he watched as you tried to reach for a free reign, but it was a long shot. It was cute...maybe in a slightly pathetic way.

Aphelios sighed. It was only a matter of time before you were underfoot of some sweaty salaryman. Time for his good deed of the day. He slipped his phone inside his pocket and encouraged you to hold onto him. Stumbling a bit, you took the invitation. You grabbed onto his shirt with both hands. Slowly, you rolled your head up. He made the mistake of looking down.

He hated to admit it, but you were too cute beyond words. The top of your head barely made it to his collarbone. Your eyes were big, soft---absolutely soul sucking. If he was back in 5th grade, to keep himself from admitting he liked them, he'd draw an insect with huge bug-eyes and point it at you.

He forced his sight elsewhere. Your work bag. Attached to one of the zippers was a handful of plushie keychains. He recognized them to be from the same crane game arcade him and Sett went to often. He was a master at those technical grabs. You were probably some casual player. Maybe you had some other guy win them for you. Probably had to spend more than he bargained for. Unimpressive. (This boy is trying real hard not to like you.)

Well, he was wrong about that. You were a professional crane game player. And managed your own business of shipping those adorable plushies overseas to customers. You even had a pretty popular stream going on Twitch showing you doing it all. (Alright, he caved).

When you two started dating, your collection of plushies rivaled Sett's anyday. When his own bed started matching his roommate's, he wasn't sure whether he should be concerned. Again, he gave up. You enjoyed gifting him plushies specifically won for him. And he enjoyed seeing you happy on his bed.

・❥・

"You're so cute like this, Phelly~"

Ah. That was it, huh? You fooled him. Utterly and completely. It should've been the other way around. With him on top, you blushing pink, and shyly asking for him to take you.

But here he was, pinned naked underneath you, mask off, and his chin tossed away. Hating how flushed his own cheeks felt. Hating how his whole body felt like it was melting from your touch. Hating that just on the other side of the room, Sett was fast sleep, back turned. For now, at least.

"Hmm? Wonder how quiet Pelly can really be," you whispered cutely, sadistically. "You wouldn't want us to be caught. Unless...you want to?"

Aphelios swallowed for a breath. Seriously. How did it end up like this? He was the one who initiated. Trying to impress you by getting out of his comfort zone and doing it while his roommate was sleeping. But this was beyond the scope of how he thought this whole thing would play out. He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

It was made more apparent when you grabbed the long ears of a rabbit plushie, and tied his wrists securely above his head. Oh no. How did he not notice? His demise was planned from the very beginning. All these plushie's were here to lower his guard. Thinking he was safe. Thinking he had any control of the bedroom in the first place. No, these weren't just stuffed animals—these were your diabolical sex minions. And they served the most cute cruel mistress.

"I won't let you cover your mouth. No matter what. So you gotta be extra good tonight. Okay?" You positioned his tip already glistening with precum to your entrance. His breath hitched. Not a good start. You giggled softly, "I don't think Phelly's going to be good at all. Oh, well~"

You pushed your hips down slowly. Spreading around his shaft till you sat deliciously full. Oh, shit—Aphelios clenched his eyes tight. His hands fisting together till his knuckles turned white. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. He refused to let you milk any noises from him.

Suppressing your own moans, you leaned down, pressing your breasts against his chest. "So cute how quiet you're trying to be. But for how much longer, hm?"

You claimed his mouth, sucking and pulling on his lips. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, you worked yourself on his cock. Covering him with your warm fluids. His pelvis now slick and sticky between your thighs. He heavy panted between your kisses, his breaths shuddering.

At this point, he was getting closer to his edge. Not sure exactly how he'd been able to hold back for this long. He couldn't think of anything but how good your insides felt. So hot and tight.

You slipped off his head phones, abandoned his mouth, and sucked on his earlobe. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Your warm breaths and cute moans against his ear sent him spirling. He couldn't hold back anymore. He whimpered, he whined, whatever—he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to come inside you. No, that was wrong. It wasn't a want anymore. It was an unbearable need.

He bucked his hips, slapping against you over and over again. Now you both were whining and whimpering. You jolted, your walls clamping tighter, and tighter. Feeling you swell and come around him so hard, Apehlios thought he saw stars. His cock throbbed and pulsed. He muffled his fluttering cries between your shoulder and neck, pumping deeper, filling you completely up. Coming down from the high, relieved pants filled the finished after silence.

"Geez. Can't a guy get some quality sleep over here?" Sett groaned out loud, turning over. Aphelios almost launched you off the bed when he scrambled to untie himself and cover you both up. "Pfft. Chill out. Nothing I haven't seen or done before," Sett said, rolling back to face the wall. "You guys owe me. I'm keeping you both up tomorrow."

You giggled and rubbed your cheek against his arm. Aphelios groaned. Of course things had to turn out this way.

an: listen listen, yall aphelios degens i just wanna say.... *smooches* thanks for the req. anon.

[vasyandii]

I have no idea if I can ask that but I'm so curious... Any headcanons of AM and Vernon having sex? I made conclusion that they are doing that by your last nswf art... (Very good one, btw!) Or am I wrong? It's okay if you don't want to answer on this ask or it's uncomfortable for you! Sorry if I made you feel bad... 👉👈

VernonAM

NSFW Headcanons

Warning: Sexual/suggestive topics.

⚠️ If you're under 16+, Please scroll pass. There are better places to be. (My Boundaries here.)

Howdy Anon, thank you for the ask. you're allowed to ask anything as long as it's in a normal/polite manner XD. I see sex more as a character study/ exploration than anything else.

In the context of THIS art; they haven't yet, more just AM struggling to deal with new sensations and emotions of want because he has big feelings towards Vernon and nowhere to put it to.

1.) AM's bad at fucking.

Let's get this out of the way, when their relationship started to become sexual, AM was bad at it. Like way worse than most. Just because one has the knowledge of how to fuck doesn't mean they have the skill to fuck.

So during the initial stages, it was less than satisfactory for Vernon's end, even if she's been touch starved for 109 years. (not for AM though he enjoys it very much.)

2.) Ideas on sex.

I don't think Vernon sees sex as an act of intimacy, if she does, it's very rarely. To her it's an act of power, worship. She requires it from AM, he's a good follower and she'll be a good god.

AM, however sees it as an intimate experience, a moment of vulnerability that he's willing to give to her. He wants to please and see her pleased. It's a form of showing his affection towards her. AM has more complex emotions with his experience being "human". (I hope that makes sense)

3.) Vernon's experience

4.) Vernon is LOUD. AM is quiet.

She just generally had more experience in sex than him. ( Mostly one night stands during University and her Archeological excavations overseas.) but because of this, the initial stages felt transactional.

Intercourse did get better as time went on but she had to basically talk him through most of it since AM had no sense of pace, rhythm, control, and it usually didn't last long.

Vernon gets a kick out of embarrassing AM in the bedroom. She will moan, scream, laugh. AM knows there's no one to hear them but he ushers her to stay quiet because he gets shy.

AM is fairly quiet because his brain can only process so many overwhelming sensations at once, he short circuits. His words often come out garbled, even in its omnipresence. His face is often buried in her neck to not make any noise.

5.) idk what caption to put here lmao

Vernon's just really degrading when it comes to teasing AM idk how to put it. She'll whisper praises in AM's ear, kisses on his neck, while giving him a handjob or kisses along his thighs and dick before she sucks him off. But then she goes along to choking, scratching, or biting him.

Not much to say for AM since he's a bumbling mess during, alot of sniffled "Thank you's" from him. He's good with his mouth though.

6.) Aftercare

Vernon doesn't do aftercare. It's a waste of time to her, or at least that's what she says, since usually in her past experience she would just leave and never see the other person again.

She's a bit repulsed by the idea that there's something that she has to do that'll make her get attached to someone which shows in her being slightly irritable after sex. An irritated fondness for AM, basically.

AM requires aftercare from Vernon. He's pretty annoying about it. He'll whine and stop her from leaving bed with his weight.

He needs her to give him kisses and tell him that he's good in some way. Vernon will give the reassurance he needs (kisses, petting his hair, holding him) as long as he shuts the hell up and lets her sleep it off.

That's really it for my headcanons for them, I'm not very good at writing sexual things so if there's anything you'd like for me to clarify, feel free to tell me.