#that's a fucking BRUTAL bruise oh my god??

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

A Different Kind of Feeling (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader)

What it do ya’ll?! Uh so I’m currently suffering through ovulation pains (Yay!😭)! So here’s Simon taking care of that for reader and experiencing his own version of it! If it seems all over the place it’s because I wrote this tipsy!

Warnings: NSFW, language, MDNI

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Ghost didn’t know what he was expecting when he got home, but hearing moans coming from the bedroom wasn’t it. His brain was expecting to find the worst situation, you with another man. He knew that was impossible though his brain told him it wasn’t.

What he was not expecting to find however was you, naked as the day and bouncing on a toy. A sheen of sweat already glistening on your skin in the low light of the room, moans passing through your pretty lips and so lost in the pleasure.

”S’ all this then, luv?” The surprised moan that left your mouth as you stopped bouncing on the toy but continued to grind on it as you looked at him over your shoulder. “I-ah! I’m ovulating…mmh! S-started on my own cuz y-you weren’t…Oh! You weren’t here!” The rustling of clothes could be heard through your moans, you looked as though you were struggling to reach the high you so desperately wanted.

He wasted no time in shedding his clothes as you were explaining and before you knew it he was laid on his back, already transferring you from your toy to his cock. Didn’t need prep, you’d done enough for him, your pussy sloppy and glistening. You were a vision of beauty, moaning and whimpering as he sunk you onto him, eyes closing in pleasure. He groaned as their hips met.

You wouldn’t last long, you knew that. You’d been unconsciously edging yourself and now sitting on the source of all your thoughts you were closer than when you were riding the toy. Simon had wasted no time, hands planted on your hips and moving you at a brutal pace, the head of his cock hitting all the right spots. His eyes trained on you as he bounced your soft body on him, your moans ringing through his ears were damn near pornographic but no less sweet.

He could feel you tightening up around him, he knew you were close. Your moans got louder, you tried and failed to form sentences but he was just too good, hitting deep on all the right spots, yet you still tried. Tried to tell him you were coming. “Simon! Oh, oh my god! It-it feels different! Ah!” He kept going, his body felt hot all over, like he had a fever. Like if he took his mask off all the way it would be soaked through, what was happening?

”Thas’ right baby girl, cum on my cock yeah?” His pace picked up, hands gripping you so tight there would be bruises. When you finished your moan was loud; eyes rolled to the back of your skull, head thrown back in ecstasy. Your body jolted and there was a considerable wetness soaking his lap, running down his hips and dripping onto the bed. You had squirted and he felt his brain halt to a full stop, his face and chest were surly red and not just from the scratch marks you had left behind; his skull felt like it was gonna burst into flames. He didn’t even know you were capable of squirting.

He fucked you through the aftershocks of your hardest orgasm and you were positively seeing stars, you had to have been because he definitely was. Star struck at the fact you looked like you were in a different world at that moment. He slowed down as you slumped forward onto his chest gulping down air like your life depended on it.

He turned you over so that you lay under him now, hair spread like a halo. You looked every bit the goddess you were to him. Chest still heaving you wrapped your arms tiredly around his neck, pulling him into a passionate make out session. “M-more. Please Simon, want more of you. Wanna be full of you.” Simon didn’t need to be told twice, not with the way you were making an undulating motion around his cock with your insides, clenching and unclenching around him. He hitched your legs up around his shoulders putting you in a mating press before going back to work.

His hips pistoned into your’s, his grunts and groans gaining volume as he continued. Your nails dug into his shoulders and the pain was welcome, mixing with the pleasure he was experiencing. He didn’t know it could be like this, he felt like he was on fire. Is this what baby fever felt like? The ovulation you always say hurts so bad but he’ll find you holding your sides and laughing through the pain like a maniac?

”Fuck baby! Your pussy feels like a vice, s’ so tight, so wet.” You tightened around him, the tell tale sign that you were close again, “Yes! Yes Simon, oh god! So good! S’ so big, want you to fill me up!” His brain felt like it was melting. His cock twitched hearing your cries and whimpers, your plea for him to release inside you sending him into overdrive. “How can I deny you when you ask so pretty, dove?” With one hand tightening around your thigh and the other gripping the headboard for dear life he plunged into you with abandon.

”Simon! Simon! Yes! Yesyesyesyes! Please fill me up! Wanna feel you cum inside me! AH!” Simon’s hips slammed into your’s and halted, his head thrown back, groan louder than ever. The head of his cock pressed against your cervix pumping his release into you, filling your womb as you came around him again. “Fuck! Mm, yes baby that’s it! Take my fuckin cum!” He fucked you through both of your guys’ orgasms, your eyes teary and wet, whimpers passing through your lips as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

As the both of you came down from your highs Simon removed his hand from the headboard, now splintered from his grip, to grab the back of your head and bring you into a sweltering kiss. Chests heaving and sweaty, you both laid there for a while, Simon’s cock plugging you up, still big even when he was soft. “Holy shit that was…hah that was amazing Simon.” You gave him a tender kiss and softly exclaimed your love for him before saying you needed to use the restroom.

Begrudgingly he removed himself from your gummy walls and let you wobble off towards the bathroom after he got an eyeful of his release leaking out of your lovingly abused cunt. As he heard you moving around in the bathroom he sat there on the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened. “What kind of bloody spell?” The buzzing noise from the floor drew him out of his thoughts. Looking at the text that came through, it was Garrick asking if he was still coming to the pub with them. Guess he’d be havin a chat with the lads about this.

You came back out dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties before laying yourself on the bed next to him and pulling him back in for a kiss. “Welcome home, Simon.” “Hell of a welcome, Love.” You giggled and kissed his cheek. He left for the shower to wash up after letting you know he was gonna head out with the guys, the tired nod said you would be asleep before he left but he made sure to give you a kiss and whisper his goodbye to you before heading out. Maybe he’d have the guys help him pick out a ring too.

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Tags: @cumikering

[snorlaxlovesme]

Link Click stop brutalizing women challenge failed AGAIN

[wonryllis]

✴ ONE OF YOUR GIRLS TONIGHT.

❛ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

FEATURING. sim jaeyun & fem!r GENRE. smut! they are fuck buddies and jake is sort of a fuckboy, dom!jake, obsessed but no commitment WDCT. 700 SONG───oftg

WARNINGS. SMUT PG18 ofc, choking, nipple play, unprotected sex, clit rubbing, rough sex, illusions to multiple rounds, brief dirty talk, bit of manhandling yeah. ( D𝒾RECTORY? )

jake sim’s favorite— you took pride in it. his little cum dump, the only one he fucked raw, the only one whose name he moaned out loud when he came— so much pride, you were blind to all the ways it was so wrong.

“fuck take it just like that,” jake grunts, the sound of skin slapping and your cum mixing with his in filthy squelches echoing in your ears in a numb ringing.

his hands grip your throat tight enough to keep you in place as he pistons in and out, fast and hard. forehead against yours, mouth fallen open in quick pants and dirty praises. his eyes narrow, brows furrowing while looking straight into your pretty brown orbs,“keep your eyes on me,” he grunts again, feeling his climax creeping up on him.

“you're always so tight, so warm— fuck oh god, makes me wanna fuck you till i physically can't anymore,” his words waver, tone going down as he struggles to hang onto to the edge.

“my pretty little slut,” one of his hands leave your throat, trailing down to fondle with your nipples. your evening gown torn on the side from the sheer force he used when he had pushed it down to pull out your breasts. as always. he just never seemed to have any kind of patience when he needed his cock to be inside you.

asking you to be his date for a charity gala, buying you the perfect dress and a matching lingerie set to go with it. touching you shamelessly the entire night before ripping it all off and pounding your brains out at his penthouse later. sometimes only lasting till you get inside his car— the need to have you so strong, he can't help but have to watch you cum at least once, either on his fingers, his mouth or if he's too worked up: on his cock, before he can even think of of driving off.

jake's fingers are rough as they touch you, shivers running down your body at his squeezes. jolting and jerking when he slips them over your clit, rubbing harshly. desperate to make you cum with him. the hand still on your throat moving to grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks together.

the way your face srunches up with pleasure, he can't take it anymore. overflowing with the urge to stuff you with his cock so deep you can't think of anything but how good he fucks you.

and so he does exactly that, grabbing your waist and throwing you onto the bed with your back against the mattress. slipping his cock into you in one brutal thrust and then pushing and holding your legs up over his shoulders by the back of your knees. it felt insanely hot and heavenly, the way you clenched again and again, gripping him so hard; he succumbed.

“shit shit shit— i’m cumming— fuck—” jake’s hips buck forward in jerks as he cums, his head thrown back while he groans and curses at every hot spurt of cum hitting against your walls.

he grabs your thighs in a bruising hold as soon as his high starts to eeb away, hammering into you at a pace that feels borderline hurtful,“can't ever get enough of you—” thrust. “it's fucking impossible—” thrust. “even if you milk me dry,” thrust. fucking you through your third orgasm of the night with no intentions of stopping any time soon.

imagining you everytime he is down with another girl, moaning your name and picturing your face when he cums in them. it would be an understatement to say you are his favorite.

jake is obsessed— addicted, to you, your pussy and to fucking you raw but he just can't commit. that's not him. it has always been so wrong but it felt so good.. neither of you could think of giving up this twisted relationship.

choke you and fuck you till you pass out. use you till his heart's content and fill you up to the brim. pepper your face with kisses and your neck with hickeys. and then disappear the next morning— out of reach until he needs you again. this was his kind of love.

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[oconswrld]

(Fem bodied!partner, used they/them for the reader!!.. hihihi)

I neeeeeed... Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish with a sensitive partner

I mean sensitive like, their hips buck the moment you start rubbing their clit. They don't make a lot of noise other than heavy breathing, and the occasional squeak of pleasure, but their legs are shaking, and twitching, their back is arching, and they're squirming away from his touch

"What's up, bonnie? Cannae' 'andle it, lass?" Soap says in a mocking voice as he rubs quick circles on their clit with two firm fingers. They only whine, throwing their head back.

Thinking abouttttt.. Captain John Price with a partner who's prone to squirting.

And i mean, stick a few fingers into them, and they're drenching your arms, hands, and-... Oh my fuckin' God, they ruined the bed.

"Fuckin' hell, princess.. You're drenching the sheets, baby" John says in a gruff voice as he keeps fucking those two thick fingers into them. Nothing can stop the brutal pace he set where his partner doesn't even know if his fingers are in, or out- It's their third time squirting tonight, give them a break, Price

My thought train wassss.. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley with a partner whose legs aren't reliable after a good sesh

They stand up, trying to go for a pee in hopes to not get an infection when they grip the edge of the beside table, stabilising themselves with their wobbly legs. Their mixed cum trailing down their legs, and the pain from his cock bruising their cervix making a jolt go up their spine.

"Like a newborn deer, 'luvie." Simon chuckles, standing up, still naked as he puts a supporting hand on their hips, guiding them to the bathroom

"Bruised your cervix, did'n i?" He mutters as he opens the bathroom door

Wondering, and fantasizing about Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick with a partner who has difficulties making themselves cum, which results in them seeking out Kyle.

Gosh, they've tried everything. Rubbing, two fingers inside their pussy, but nothing works. They only get that warm tingly feeling, but never the full-blown pleasure throughout their body. They've tried, really. It's frustrating almost.

After a quick text to Kyle, he's on top of them in the next five minutes, ramming his cock into them.

"You can take it.. I know you ken', baby" He rumbles, his voice only being broken by groans, and moans from him. They're on their back, folded in half with their legs over his shoulders, and their knees to their chest. They've already came once, staining the bottom of his grey shirt effectively.

His pants are only pulled down to his mid thighs, while they're fully naked. They babble, fucked out of their mind, with eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, and a throbbing clit still.

(Fuelled by a few cigarettes with my Glo, a bottle of 2 liter lidl brand sugar free coke, and Work by Rihanna.)

Written by your one and only <3

(This is my first time posting smut/COD here. Spare me, guys)

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

soap ghost and reader 3some?? 😻

“Steamin Jesus, look at you.” Johnny breathed out, practically droooling as he his eyes raked over your naked body. “Can’t believe L.T. has kept this body of yours all to himself.”

You let out a shaky sigh as Johnny’s hands began to wander across your body, his eyes flickering to Simon as his fingers ghosted over your breasts. “May I touch?”

“She’s yours for the night, Johnny. I’m only here to watch.” Simons voice was strained, and you looked over to find him watching the two of you intently, his hand lazily palming his cock through his boxers. “You know my rule, though. If she says stop, you stop.”

Johnny gave a nod in reply, his eyes falling back to you. His hands grabbed at both of your tits, massaging at the plump flesh firmly, before capturing your lips with his.

It was clear that Johnny was quite experienced. He kissed you like you were the only girl on the planet for him, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, groaning against your lips as he memorized your taste.

He pulled away with a shit eating smirk, watching as your wandering eyes landed on the obvious buldge growing in his boxers “You gonna help a man out, lass?”

You took your lower lip between your teeth before looking over at your boyfriend, silently asking for permission even though the entire night was his idea.

“Go ahead, love.” Simon encouraged, giving you a soft smile. He never took his eyes off you as you sank down to your knees, freeing the Scotsman’s cock from the confines of his boxers.

Your eyes widened at his size, his cock being the farthest thing from small. It wasn’t as big as Simon’s, but it made up for the difference in length with just how thick it was.

Feeling your mouth water in anticipation, you wasted no time in taking his cock in your mouth, relishing in the fact that it had both men in the room groaning.

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“Fucking hell, you’re so tight.” Johnny groaned out, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he sank himself fully inside of you. “Feels so good, lass.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion, the delicious stretch from his cock nearly causing you to see stars. Though he wasn’t as lengthy as Simon, Johnny was just as if not thicker, and it stretched your walls in ways you didn’t think possible. “Oh my god.”

You heard a soft groan come from the corner of the room, and looked over to see Simon pumping at his cock, which was now fully hard in his hand. “S-Si.”

“Johnny makin’ you feel good, sweet girl?” Simon cooed, not taking his eyes off of you as he pumped at himself faster. “I want to hear what my best mate does to you, baby. Wanna hear if he can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a guttural moan as Johnny began to pull out of you, before ramming himself back into your soaked cunt. He let out a low chuckle as he felt your walls clench around him, before setting a brutal pace.

His fingers were bruising against your waist, his nails digging into the flesh there as his cock assaulted your walls, the tip of it kissing your cervix with each jut of his hips.

Unlike Simon, Johnny was rough. His nails began to pierce your skin, his pace not relenting as he relished in the soft mewls that he elicited from you. Your hands gripped the sheets in front of you as you gasped for air, your mind growing fuzzy as your friend continued to fuck you dumb.

You didn’t notice Simon moved from his spot until his face was right in front of yours, his deep brown eyes filled with lust as he looked at your lips. “You doing alright, princess?”

You gave your boyfriend a weak nod, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut as the sounds of Johnnys moans, and the sound of his abdomen hitting your ass filled the air. Everything about this night was completely filthy, and you loved every second of it.

“Such a fuckin’ good girl.” Simon praised, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “Think you can help me get off while Johnny fucks you? Turns out my hand isn’t as effective as that pretty mouth of yours.”

You let out a soft whine as your boyfriend cupped your jaw, pressing another kiss to your lips before standing. You watched as he fisted himself for a moment longer before gesturing for you to open your mouth.

Oh yeah, this night was far from over.

[crownedcritter]

NSFW EYELESS JACK HC/DRABBLE 🔞

💉If you ever manage to sleep with this creature, Godspeed.

💉He knows what he is doing, having become overly familiar with the human body and how it reacts to different types of stimulation and touches

💉That being said, he is more than capable of making you a screaming, creaming mess

💉He always makes sure you cum before he gets inside of you, mainly because it’s a necessity. If he didn’t, it would be quite painful for you and nearly impossible for him to fit inside of you

💉He’s rather feral. He does whatever he wants in the moment; slapping, spitting, drooling, tossing you into a new position, whatever he wants, he gets

💉Not to mention, he says the most mouth watering disgusting things when he’s pumping his cock deep inside of you, sometimes not even making coherent sentences

💉He will not pull out, and that’s a promise. The thought of coating your walls with his spunk after a rough pounding is almost enough to get him ready for another round

💉On that same note, don’t think he’s a one and done kind of guy. You’re gonna be begging for him to stop, but he won’t until he is satisfied

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It had gone on for hours. The constant pounding against your g-spot, the constant cumming, creaming, and squirting on his cock was overwhelming and nearing the point of being painful. In a cock-dumb state, your mouth hung open, letting you taste the sheets he had shoved your face in, your drool leaking from the corner of your mouth and absorbing into the fabric. His hands had such a tight grip on your ass, slamming forward into you and using the leverage to bounce you back onto him, hitting deeper than you ever thought possible.

He had already cum inside of you a few times, the creamy white substance making such an obscene squelching noise when he slammed his hips against yours, dripping down your thighs and his balls, going completely unnoticed to either of you

“You like that? You love this cock, don’t you? Love milking me?”

His deep voice behind you sounded demanding.

You took a minute to respond, the feeling of being stretched out and fucked rotting your brain.

He growled and huffed behind you, before you felt a smack across your right ass cheek, before it went right back to that vice like grip on your behind

“Tell me you love this cock, whore. Say it. You were made to take this dick.” He punctuated each word of the last sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

“O-oh my f-fucking god..!” You almost screamed before babbling everything the demon wanted to hear.

Satisfied with your answer, he let out a chuckle before leaning forward. You felt his hands leave where you were certain would be bruises on your ass the next day, and he leaned forward, slowing down for just a moment.

You were close to looking back and seeing what the deal was, but he acted before you could.

He grabbed your hair and lifted your hair, allowing you to see his upside down face with how you were bent for a moment. He hooked his fingers into your cheeks, before picking back up the pace and the brutality of his thrusts, pulling your whole body back onto his cock.

🫶🏻 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[hearts4sturniolo]

𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

where your love for a very specific accessory does wonders for you

warning: foul language, oral f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names, overstimulation

notes: happy halloween sexies, guess whose back ;) story fully written for my wife, her inspo brought me back from the grave <3

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you didn't consider yourself a weak person by any means, mentally and physically. life had thrown enough at you and you had handled it with grace until now. you were a few dates in with a guy you had just recently met, attire usually casual clothes and nice, fixed hair that usually ended up messy by the end of the night. after some time spent alone on this friday evening, you get a call from said guy asking to come to his place for the first time and how he was on his way to get you.

simple enough right? wrong.

matt pulled up to your house as you are locking your front door. his windows were tinted so you could never really see inside until you were opening up the passenger door. when you did, you practically turned into a puddle as you found out your one weakness.

very attractive men in backwards hats.

which led you to where you were now, half naked on this mans bed, straddling his lap as he sat against his headboard. "fuck honey," matt groaned, hands gripping your bare thighs as you sucked his neck "what's gotten into you tonight?"

"mm nothing." you whimpered, his hands forcing you to grind down on his dick. the panties you had on doing very little for you as they were soaking wet, just causing you to feel him in a more intense way.

your lips pressed into his as an act to get him to shut it, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. a groan escaped matt's lips as he continued to grind against your pussy, his fingers digging into you with brutal pressure. you didn't give a fuck if he left bruises, you were an empty canvas begging to be turned into art.

his tatted arm came up to grip your jaw, "you gonna tell me the truth or are you gonna keep lyin' to me."

your face turned beat red and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to turn away and hide but his grip on you remained steady. his cock flush against you making it harder to think by the second, but you mustered enough courage to mumble incoherently.

"what was that baby? cmon speak up for me." matt spoke gently, thumb stroking your cheek as he used the other hand to slowly grind you back down on him.

your head spun in circles as you tried to ground yourself and take control back of the situation, "that slutty fuckin' hat."

"what?" he questioned, jaw slacking up.

"don't make me say it again matt, please." you pleaded, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail.

"my hat huh?" matt questioned again, moving to hold you as he flipped you onto your back, caging you to the bed. his lips trailing kisses down your body between sentences. his fingers intertwined with your lacy panties as he dragged them off you. "gotta watch that pretty mouth though."

"it's true though, 'knew what you were doing when-" his mouth enveloping your core, cutting you off and causing a strangled moan to come out of you.

he messily sucked on your clit as your hands flew to grip the sheets next to you. "told you to watch it, mouthing off isn't gonna make this go any quicker." it felt like within seconds you were already so close to finishing. "fuckin' soaked f'me baby, god, i wanna ruin you."

his words definitely weren't helping.

"ruin me, please." you begged, his eyes looking up at your from his place in-between your legs. his backwards cap still sat nicely around his head as you nearly came from the sight.

he propped himself back up, away from you, as he threw his hat somewhere in the room and pealed off the sweatshirt from his back with one hand. smirk plastered on his face as he began to tug off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, cock springing free. "oh baby, if this is how i get you, i'll wear that hat every fucking time i see you."

you whined pathetically as you watched him stroke his cock, hovering over you. there was no possible way of hiding your arousal now, you were soaked just from the sight of seeing him in a hat and now you were whining at the slightest glimpse of his dick. grabbing a pillow, he lifted your hips off the bed to slide it underneath you. beads of sweat starting to form just barely between his eyebrows as he zoned in on you.

he tapped his tip against your clit, smearing his precum and mixing it with your slick. your eyes fluttered closed as he eased himself into you, sighing with content as he pushed himself to the point of bottoming out. the way you squeezed around him could've caused him to cum on the spot, your scrunched up face making him painfully harder. he thrusted into you at an antagonizing pace, "atta girl, fuck, this pussy was just made for me wasn't it?"

"mhm, all yours baby," matt's thrust became more rapid as he positioned himself closer towards your body, "god, fuck me."

your legs wrapped instinctively around his back, pulling him even closer towards you as he pounded into you. his hands flew to your waist to hold himself stable and to hold you in place, fingernails digging into your skin. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room as you felt him hit your g-spot. "fuck."

"so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' perfect." his eyes roamed up and down your body. tits bouncing back and forth as one hand grabbed your thigh to pull a leg over his shoulder. the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, was sending you into a blissed out state.

"matt, please, g'na cum soon." you moaned, legs clenching around his figure.

"take it, that's my good girl, fuckin' take it." the pace he's fucking you at forms that familiar tight coil in your gut, threatening to spill over at any second. matt reaches down and thumbs your clit, your thighs tremble as your orgasm rushes over you in an instant. you try to wriggle out of matts hold on you, but he continues to thrust in and out of you.

he grunts as he speaks, "you're funny if you think that's the only one im gettin' outta you tonight, wanna call me a slut? you're gonna see what its like to be treated like one."

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[usedtobecooler]

frat boy!steve except he’s just fucking mean and fucks you mean. has you on all fours with a rough hand pushing your face into the bed, cheek smushed against the pillow as he pounds into you so hard the frame rattles against the wall, barely drowned out by the drone of edm music blasting throughout the house.

“oh my god,” you gasp, high pitched and breathy, incoherent and babbling as you’re fucked within an inch of your life, “steve, fuck. fuck. s’good, so good. haaah, right there!”

“that’s it, baby,” steve grunts, the smirk evident in his voice as he palms at the globe of your ass, smacks his hand down roughly and pulls, “tellin’ me how much you love my cock like a good girl.”

it’s relentless. brutal enough to leave you aching for days and relishing in the sting his mark leaves behind, and he keeps you coming back for more. has you on a leash like a dog and you go willingly, would bark and pant for him if he told you to.

the hand in your hair snaps your head back, shakes you out of your fucked out state as his middle finger hooks into your cheek, pulling your mouth open as you moan and drool like a common whore, pushing back against every brutal thrust like you need more.

“look at you,” steve chuckles, grins wolfishly with sharp teeth as his other hand snakes around your neck to grip below your chin, snapping your head back further, “aw, honey. you cryin’ for me?”

you sob pitifully, staring up at him with bleary eyes, pussy clenching as he continues to slam his hips into your ass, the thick length of him slipping in and out with ease — he’s barely breaking a sweat, hair still perfectly pulled back behind a burgundy snapback.

“shit, baby. this pussy’s meant for me,” he coos, cocky and arrogant as he pulls out only to bully his way back in violently, taking your knees out from under you, “my perfect little sex toy, huh?”

you nod as best you can despite yourself, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your ears are infiltrated with the sopping wet clap of skin on skin. tummy coiling with each bite of his thick head dragging against your inner walls.

your orgasm is pulled from you forcefully, steve’s toned torso practically plastered to your back as he chases your body despite how you slide away from the overstimulation. he cums with a rough grunt in your ear, sends you off with nothing more than bruises littering your body and an empty promise to text later.

he doesn’t acknowledge you in class the next day, never does. doesn’t even take a look in your direction. but the following weekend, at the annual toga party, when you’re being hit on by another student, all it takes is one flirty glance at the poor unsuspecting boy, before steve’s hauling him away by the scruff of the neck.

fire in his eyes and shoulders squared in a warning. he needs to remind you of what’s his.

[canthelpit0]

Hair pulling / spanking

[A Kinktober special] (except it’s canceled)

Pairing: cocky!chris x reader

Wordcount: 3.1k +

Summary: nothing just 5 times Chris pulled your hair or hit your butt

Warnings: smut, fluff, p in v, spanking & hair pulling, assguy!chris, jealous!chris

A/n: back to writing. Well this is an old draft. But I’m not gonna do kinktober so, might as well upload it now..

01.

The first time you ever met Chris was at an influencer party. You were originally from the east coast too, and you bonded over that.

Both of you were sober, Chris because he didn’t drink, and you, because you were the designated driver.

You talked for a while just lounging in the kitchen the music of the party being drowned out.

You’re an influencer too, so you two just talked, until the innocent conversation turned flirty.

And before you knew it you were upstairs at the house party in some random guest bedroom, your ass up in the air while Chris pounds into you.

You press your thighs harshly together. Your arms draped in front of you. You arch your back every time he recoils only to come back and thrust harder.

You feel your cunt ache and all you can think to do is moan Chris’ name into the pillow that your face is buried in.

You hear another loud slap echo through the room, until your brain registers that that wasn’t skin clapping, but rather Chris spanking you. Not even spanking at this point, he was just blatantly hitting it.

Your mouth falls open then the sting starts to register through your extreme arousal.

“You like that?” You hear his gruff low voice speak again. Your brain is having a hard time catching up with his words. Most of his whispered praises and insult were just background noise to you since it was hard to focus.

“Chris- Chris god-“ you babble out his name trying to communicate that you are close but the relentless speed of his hips slapping into yours makes you weak.

“Already close huh?” He huffs his words coming out harsh due to the harsh breaths he takes in.

It’s taking great effort for him to keep up this brutal pace.

“Don’t fucking cum.” Chris says harshly. You feel another slap on your ass again.

The spanking had been fine at first, it wasn’t too hard and he’d soothe the sting, but now he was not even caring.

And at this point you’re sure that if the music from the house party downstairs wasn’t blaring music loudly the slap of his hand on your ass would echo through the entirety of this huge house.

You keep your arm spread out over your head, your face staying in the pillow.

You feel Chris’ hand on your hips tighten even more. And at this point you’re almost sure that he is purposefully tying to leave bruises.

Suddenly right when you’re close, you feel Chris slow down. When he hears my protesting whine he actually chuckles.

You feel Chris’ hands travel up from your ass, to your arched back, to your neck. And suddenly you feel Chris pull your hair into a messy makeshift ponytail.

You’d been heating up from the inside, and the fact that he quite literally, accidentally, edged you, just added into the feeling of the heat in this room. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Some of your hair hand been, slightly, sticking to your skin. He pulls them all away tho. Your mouth is dry from the amount of times you’ve moaned and screamed tonight.

“Careful ‘aight.” He mumbles you feel Chris leans over my back. One of his hands goes around your neck as he pulls you up so you’re cropped up by your arms.

Chris gives you a quick peck on the check as you’re back in doggy.

He starts to thrust again his hand around your neck going back to your hip. Your arms felt like jellos and really the only thing holding you up is Chris pulling you by your hair.

when he starts to pick up pace again, you Immediately feel the knot in your stomach tie again.

“Oh my god-“ you moan out loudly. Now, not having anything to muffle your noises.

You feel Chris tug harder on your hair and speed up. Suddenly you feel a slap again. It’s loud and echos through the room. It tingles , but in this moment it only serves to intensify your pleasure.

“You close hm?” Chris taunts, his voice low and rough.

You only moan in response. But Chris doesn’t like that. You feel another slap to your ass almost sending you over the edge.

“Go on,” he tugs on your hair harder and his grip on your hips becomes incredibly harder as he holds you in place. “Come for me.” He breathes out.

And as soon as you get the green light that’s just what you do.

Though Chris’ harsh movements into your core don’t stop. His thrust become erratic and your body practically shakes.

The only thing holding you from face planting into the pillow, is Chris pulling you up by your hair.

Chris gives you a few last thrusts letting out strings of curses and groans. He fills you up, not bothering to pull out.

02.

After that first time you two hooked up he’d given you his number, wich is something he usually doesn’t do.

And, while yes, you two did hook up, before that you had a conversation, and Chris thought you are pretty funny. He wasn’t trying to get into your pants in the first place, it just kinda happened.

You two started to hang out the week after. Going out on dinner ‘dates’ except it wasn’t a date.

A few weeks later he finally invited you over and you met his brothers. You knew that he is a triplet and you’d seen clips of their YouTube videos before, so you knew their names and how to tell them apart.

Well not perfectly, but good enough.

Chris and you still casually hooked up once in a while, often, but you were quickly becoming friends. Close friends at that, and not just because you two fuck.

You were now on the couch in Chris’ house. Chris had been to your apartment before, but today you were at his place.

You sit there, Chris’ arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you snuggled into his side.

You’re watching a movie not doing anything. Matt is fumbling around the kitchen searching for a snack, and Nick was nowhere in sight.

His brothers knew that you two were hooking up, but they’d never say anything about it, because that would just be weird.

You stay focused on the movie, until you feel Chris’ arm move. His hand retracts until it comes back. He slides his hand, under your hair, over your neck, and grabs the side of your neck.

You don’t know why but you’ve always had a very sensitive neck. So the slight brush of his fingers sends a shiver down your spine.

You close your eyes briefly before you feel Chris’ hand start to trail up your neck to tangle in your hair.

You lick your lips trying to stay focused on the movie. You halfheartedly watch until you feel Chris harshly pull on your hair.

You let out a low whine at the impact letting him pull your head back. Your eyes close momentarily and you hear Chris’ chuckle from next to yourself.

“Sorry” he mumbles his grip loosening. Chris lets go of your hair and goes to gently rub your scalp.

“Couldn’t resist” he explains his tone light and airy.

You finally turn your head to look over at him. “You’re good” you shrug.

Chris breaks out into a goofy grin. His hand finds its way back to the nape of your neck again. He pulls you into him, crashing his lips on yours. He laughs into the kiss causing you to giggle too.

“How sweet.” You hear Matt’s flat, sarcastic voice.

It wasn’t like Chris was hiding you. Quite contrary Chris didn’t care if his brothers heard you fucking. Sure you weren’t official but it wasn’t like he was going out of his way to never kiss you.

You and Chris pull apart looking over at Matt who is walking back to his room.

You look back at each other and break out into another fit of giggles.

After your laughter dies down he presses your foreheads together. You wordlessly put your hand on his mouth to wipe away the lipgloss that had gotten on his lips.

Chris chuckles. He grabs your wrist and turns your hand over and gives it a sweet kiss. All gentle and cute.

You giggle in response.

Chris always said he isn’t the type to be all sappy and lovey doevey. But with you that seemed to not be true.

03.

Months have passed since the first time you’d met Chris, and the triplets.

You were over at their house frequently, and Chris was over at yours often as well.

You���d been seen around together, and rumors were brewing, people thought you were dating. Tho you hadn’t been seen together officially. You haven’t collabed with them.

You started to befriend Nick more, just hanging out with him sometimes and talking about everything and anything.

While with Matt you were civil. You liked him, he’s a nice guy, but Chris seemed to get really possessive around Matt.

Sure you think Matt is hot, only because Chris is too. But you weren’t attracted to Matt whatsoever.

You were in the kitchen all three of you baking together. Well mainly you because none of the boys really knew what they were doing.

You were having a random conversation with Matt about the cookies you were making. Matt seemed really excited to make them.

Nick who had given up at this point was just standing in the corner with Chris. Him sipping in his Dr Pepper and Chris on his Pepsi.

You lean over, closer to Matt, to point out something while you explain.

Chris is not jealous per se, you’re not his, but he doesn’t like Matt’s excitement. Despite knowing he’s just excited for the cookies

Chris huffs. He goes to place the Pepsi on the counter looking mildly pissed off.

Suddenly you feel Chris’ leave a light slap on your ass. You turn around mildly offended. You don’t even know when he had come up to you.

Before you can complain or say anything really, his hand goes to cup your face. Suddenly you feel Chris crash his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss.

You sigh into the kiss, only mildly surprised by his possessiveness.

You pull away and turn around trying to get back to what you were doing. Tho Chris just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him.

“Chris?” You ask flatly. At this point you don’t even know what he is on.

“Hm?”

You don’t reply. You feel Chris pull you to the side further and at this point he’s standing between you and Matt.

Matt gives him a raised eyebrow and attitude. As much as you weren’t attracted to Matt, he isn’t attracted to you at all. Him and Chris have drastically different types.

“Dude, chill out” he huffs continuing to stir the cookie dough. “She’s all yours.”

And despite not dating, his brothers understood that he was into you, and neither were going to try to steal you from him.

04.

By this point it was fairly clear that Chris loves your hair. He’d always be touching it, rubbing his fingers through it, watching the way it moves and bounces when you walk. But especially during sex.

When he was hitting it from the back he’d always be pulling at it. And when it was in missionary he’d grab your hair by the roots and pull your upper body up.

What he also loves is your ass, and the way it bounces slightly when you walk. He’d hit it during sex just to watch it move. He’d demand that you work yourself back on him, just so he could see your ass work.

You’d been laying in your bed sideways, trying to fall asleep. Until you felt Chris’ arm wrap around you and pull you closer.

You hum in question waiting Chris to tell you what he is planning to do.

“Can I please fuck you ma?” He says sweetly. Chris’ tone of voice is light, like he wasn’t just asking to fuck.

“Mhm” you hun half sleepily. You sit up slightly to pull your sleep shorts off. You don’t bother with the matching top tho.

Chris pulls his own sweatpants and boxers off, not bothering with the wife beater he has on.

You both lay back down. You had your back facing Chris while he was turned to you. Suddenly you feel Chris’ hand start to trail up your side, reaching your bare hips.

You use his other arm as a pillow. You feel him push your thong aside to tease your wetness. Chris briefly fingers fucks you just to make sure you’d be fine with his size.

You let out light whines and soft moans while he keeps going. You feel his fingers retract and the head of his dick press at your entrance.

Despite having fucked so many times you still feel your mouth water, knowing his size would stretch you so deliciously.

You feel him gently push in. The arm you were using as a pillow stays right where it is while his, now, free arm wraps around your waist pushing down on your lower stomach pulls you further into him.

You whine when he completely bottoms out in you.

Chris doesn’t move for a moment just savoring the feeling of your tight walls clamping down on his aching dick.

“Fuck you’re so-” he sighs loudly. Then you feel Chris thrust into you softly, but lazily.

His cock was achingly hard, and your pussy so tight and warm. It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to get off, but rather be close to you.

You close your eyes when Chris’ thick cock starts to easily glide in and out of you.

“Chris?” You suddenly gain the confidence to ask. You hear him reply with a hum, his face being buried in the crook of your neck from behind.

“I love it when we fuck, you know..” you mumble. You feel too embarrassed to say it any louder, but you really do. He feels your cunt clamp on him harder as you say that.

“I love it too” he mumbles in response. You’re close in every sense of the word. His arm on your stomach keeping you close and only adding to the pleasure.

You feel his slow and sensual thrust. Chris was usually the type to fuck you hard and fast, but in this moment he himself was tired.

You enjoy the slow sensual thrusts as much as you do the fast ones.

“I love you know..” he says slowly. He says it like he wasn’t hearing his own words and just said what came to mind.

Your hearts starts to beat hard and your breath catches in your lungs. You pause. Did he mean that in a friendly way or…

“Not like that-“ Chris quickly backtracks. His own voice sounded shocked at his own words.

You relax more into him. You can’t tell if he’s lying and what he really meant, but you don’t wanna look into it.

Chris lets out a breath just like you had previously. He holds you close while you rock your hips against him.

His hand continues to trail over your side, until finally reaching your hair. He runs his fingers through it gently before pulling it to the side so it’s not in his face.

05.

At first, when you two met, you used to hook up quite frequently. Multiple times a week even.

But the more you got to know him, and especially after meeting his brothers and becoming friends with them too, it was less frequent.

And he got more passionate. Instead of being purely rough and fast, you’d have soft morning sex, or passionate sex in the middle of the night.

You’d kiss all the time, whether it be innocent or not. Whenever he kissed you, his hands would go on your ass.

Chris isn’t ashamed of you. He’d kiss you in front of his brother and his friends. And when you finally did a collab with the triplets he kissed you multiple times through the corse of the video. All things you’d edited out later on.

By now you’ve known them for almost a year, and despite him not being ashamed of you all you wanted was to be able to call Chris yours.

Chris was at your place once again. You were walking a round your room, not really to clean your room or anything.

There was no reason for you to be pacing around your room, it’s just something you did when you had a lot on your mind.

You’d pace your room while talking to yourself to get your thoughts out.

You’d practically forgotten that Chris was even there. He was just quietly lying on your bed. He’d been on his phone, until he gave that up to watch you pace around.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror looking mildly stressed out. You recently had a lot on your mind that you weren’t talking about.

Chris got up ever so quietly. He went over to you, his phone long forgotten on the bed. His arms snake around your waist as he looks at you.

He looks at the way your hands are on your face and your cheeks dramatically puffed up.

“What’s wrong ma? Talk to me.” He whispers lowly. The way his chin is propped up on your shoulder and the way he’s whispering sends shivers down your spine.

“It’s just-“ you huff trying to collect your thoughts but it was like your brain was mush.

“I love you-” You blurt out. it’s sudden. It’s so simple, yet the meaning behind it so heavy. There are so many implications and thoughts behind it.

But all your worries and thoughts, all boil down to the same thing- love.

You hear Chris take in a sharp breath. Your eyes switch from your own face to Chris’ face through the mirror.

“You do?” He asks so softly it’s as if he’s been waiting for this moment. As if he’s praying that this isn’t a cruel joke

You simply lick your lips and slight bite your bottom lip.

“I love you too.” You hear and suddenly you’re breathing again, and breathing fast.

You feel Chris quickly turn you around and press his lips on yours quickly. You close your eyes for a moment trying to pull yourself together.

Chris doesn’t use tongue in the kiss. It’s a sweet kiss, barely any lust behind it just pure love and adoration.

Chris pulls away. His one hand wrapped around your waist the other grabbing your ass.

“Can you be my girlfriend?” You hear him ask. You tilt your head back to stare up at him. You love those pale blue eyes. Your eyes quickly scan all of his features before settling back on his eyes.

“I would love to be.” You breathe out, all the pent up emotion from the months of hooking up rushing over you like a floods.

-Kinktober Masterlist-

Masterlist

(A/N: this was finished and edited on 17th may, I have not re read it since the first time I did all the editing and stuff. I don’t really watch the triplets anymore, so I wanted to get this out of my drafts)

‼️please don’t copy my work/idea‼️

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[bratbby333]

nsfw 𓆩⟡𓆪 mdni !!

dating toji feels like an 808 bass drum pounding in your chest...

...and his thick cock feels the exact same way as it ruins your pretty little pussy

cw: fem!reader, public sex, p in v, rough sex, pet names (doll, pretty girl)

he's over protective and territorial, his brooding jealousy and tight grip on your waist shoots pangs of arousal through you whenever the two of you go out. blood rushes to your eardrums, the rhythmic thump mimicking the pulse in your core.

he loves making it known that you’re his. he’s like your own personal bodyguard, scowling at anyone in the bar who dares to let their eyes linger too long on his pretty girl.

you attempt to ignore the gnawing ache in your core, but god does he make it hard. he doesn’t even have to do much either—he’s practically trained your body to respond to him regardless of what he’s doing.

he voices how pretty you are in a raspy whisper against your neck, nipping at the skin behind your ear. his large hand cups the small of your back, grips your hip tight— honestly whatever he can get his hands on. his fingers run up and down your thigh, digging his fingers into the squishy flesh, a bruising reminder of who you belong to. if you’re feeling real bold, sometimes you try and rile him up on purpose just to get a good, nasty fuck outta him.

and you always succeed.

your plan is set in motion when he gets up from the table to grab another round of drinks, shamelessly allowing some drunkard to flirt with you.

silly, silly girl. oh, you've done it now.

toji's a multifaceted lover; nice n slow sometimes, brutal and mean the next. a jack of all trades. you never really know what you're gonna get—which is why you're eyes are blown wide, your breath stuck in your throat while he has you pushed against the sink in the bathroom, fucking himself deep into you.

to be fair, this is the outcome you wanted, but you didn't expect it here. you know just the right way to push his buttons.

he wraps his fist around your throat, squeezing your sensitive skin so tightly, his hips meeting your ass with every unforgiving stroke.

he's just so thick, you'd think you'd be used to it by now, but it's like you're taking him for the first time all over again. but god, you just cannot get enough of the way he stretches you...the sweet burn of his girth coupled with the fat head of his cock that seems to brush into your g spot without failure...your gushy walls swallowing him whole, the squelching sounds ringing through the bathroom, bouncing off the linoleum walls.

he just knows his pretty girl too well. his hips snapping over and over and over, driving himself so fucking deep. his veins rubbing against the pillowy walls of your pussy. the pretty whines that can't help but escape your lips.

poor thing, you're trying so hard to keep quiet, but he's fucking you so hard and he's so deep, you can't help but cry out for him.

his fist wraps around your hair, pulling your head up. "look at you," he'd coo, his voice raspy, "so pretty while yer takin' my cock," his pace is unyielding, and his eyes bore into yours with every push.

your sinful ahh's and ooo's and oh fuck's are silenced by a firm hand over your mouth. "keep quiet, pretty girl. don't wanna get caught now do we?" your head shakes, your tummy churning with pleasure as he pounds into you.

maybe if he wasn't fucking you so hard you'd be able to keep it down. he's so smug, so teasing. his eyes dare you to make another sound, his cock taunting you to cry out once more. "you gonna cum?" you whine into his hand as sweet tears brim behind your eyes, your head bouncing up and down in confirmation.

"that's it, c'mon...be good f'me." his words send chills down your body as his fingers draw quick circles into your clit. the tightness in your core finally snaps as you choke on your moans, your orgasm clawing its way through you. his follows soon after, unable to resist the delicious clenching and spasming of your walls as you milk his load from his heavy balls. his thick seed coats your insides, a mixture of both your cum dribbling out around his cock and trickling down your thighs.

he quickly pulls out and slides your panties back up, a dark spot appearing immediately from the fluids that are spilling from you. your thighs tremble and knees buckle as you work to regain your breath. he chuckles at the sight, "yer okay, did s'good."

he stares at your reflection in the mirror as he tucks himself back into his jeans, a look of accomplishment and a cocky smirk pulling at his cheeks at the thought you walking around full of him, a sticky reminder of you really belong to.

"c'mon, doll, let's get back out there."

[w1ngriddenangel]

late night | chris sturniolo

in which . . . reader wants nothing more than for chris to just pound her ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

pairing | chris sturniolo x reader

warnings | smut, porn w/o plot, praise kink, breeding kink if ya squint

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as soon as chris got home from a filming a car video, he knew. he always knows. he can tell by the way you look at him all doe-eyed with your lips pouted.

“hi sweet girl,” he greeted you. “you miss me?” you nodded in response, looking up at him. as soon as you gave him that look, chris knew he was a goner. “you need somethin’?”

“been wanting you all day…” you trailed off, avoiding eye contact. his eyes darkened with lust, and he wasted no time before smashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. his hands rubbed all over your sides, your legs—anywhere he could get his hands on. he wanted this just as much as you did. he loved when he came home to you needing him like this.

“please.” you begged him. your pleas did nothing other than spur him on, and within seconds both of your clothes were tossed somewhere on the floor of your shared bedroom.

he leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear making you shudder. “gonna make you cum so hard tonight,” you could’ve moaned at his words. your brain was cloudy with nothing but him. “can’t wait to be deep inside your sweet pussy.”

he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and gives himself a few pumps before lining himself up with your pussy. “please, chris,” you begged. “be rough with me.”

his eyes flashed with excitement at your words. who was he to deny you? he smashed his lips against yours once again. his tongue immediately claimed your mouth. “you sure?” when you nodded in response, his lips curled into a smirk. “you asked for it, baby.”

with one harsh thrust, his entire length is inside of you causing you to loudly cry out. a deep growl escaped his lips, the feeling of your spongy walls making him feel like he was in heaven.

“you feel so fucking good.” his thrusts are brutal and punishing. you wanted him to be rough, that’s what you were going to get. his hips kept snapping forward—he was reckless. the headboard was banging against the wall with each thrust.

“oh my g-god, chris!” you practically screamed. your moans made him feel more confident, his hands tightly gripped your hips, there were definitely going to be bruises.

“yeah, baby,” he moaned. “take every fucking inch of me.”

his hand slides down, running your clit roughly in circles. the new sensation made you go crazy, crying out even louder. “gonna ruin you for everyone else. nobody else is ever gonna fuck you like this.”

you couldn’t respond to that due to chris’ brutal thrusts, but both of you knew that it was true. “filling you up so good you can’t even talk huh? nobody else is ever gonna touch you.”

“i only w-want you,” you managed to get out. “filling me up so good.” chris’ eyes almost roll back at your praise, his praise kink coming out.

“you look so good like this,” the wet squelch of his cock plunging in and out of your soaked cunt fills the room, making chris immediately feel the knot form in his stomach. “you love this shit, i know you fuckin’ do.”

we grabs your thigh, moving one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. the new angle hits you in just the right spot, causing you to scream. tears were pricking your eyes, and chris took notice of it. “hittin’ that spot so good, ain’t i? fucking you so good you’re crying… awwwe.”

he was mocking you. you knew it, but you felt too good to even be humiliated. you loved it. “g-gonna-“

“love fucking stretching you out like this.”

your vision blurred and your toes curled, you kept tightening around chris and he knew you were done for. “squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight… you gonna cum around my cock?”

“yes!” you squealed. your loud cries were getting even louder, and you were writhing under him. chris felt you squeeze him one last time before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling his warm cum inside of you. he let out a loud groan as he filled you. “take all of it, baby. every last drop is staying in your pretty pussy.”

[short-honey-badger]

Favor of the Gods

Summary: Your village sacrifices a human offering to the god of War and Booze, Shanks, every five years. This year, it's your turn.

Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, drinking, cunnilingus, blow jobs, rough sex, aftercare, dirty talk. Shanks is so greedy.

Masterlist

“Oh, you're prettier than the others that your elders have given me before.”

Shanks smirks down at you, dark eyes raking over your body, covered only by a cream, sheer fabric. It wrapped around your breasts and thighs just enough to cover your indecency, but the god would much rather see you bare before his eyes. He watches you twitch, your eyes round in awe and fear.

“What? Cat got your tongue, little one? Am I just too much for you to gaze upon?” He coos with a prideful grin. He crouches in front of you, reaching out to grab you by the jaw, tilting your face this way and that. You are rather beautiful, all smooth, soft skin that the god plans to ruin.

“Mhm. Well, if you don't want to talk, then how about we put that mouth of yours to use?” Shanks sneers, and his hand drops from your face to grab his trousers and shove them down enough that his cock and balls spring free. He laughs when he sees your eyes widen, cheeks flushing and that fear spreading.

“Don't be frightened, sweet thing. It's easy. Just open your mouth, and I'll do all the work.”

It takes a second, but Shanks isn't so impatient as to rush you too much, but then your jaw drops and the god groans in appreciation when you lean forward to give the tip of his dick a kitten lick. Shanks strokes the base of his cock, precum already leaking from the tip in his excitement, before he takes a half step forward and shoves his cock down your throat.

The god hisses when you gag around him, your throat like a vice around his cock, milking him for all your worth. He feels you choke and sputter, tears sliding down your face to mix with the spit that leaks sluggishly down your chin.

“Fuck, you're even better than I thought you'd be, love. I bet you love sucking my cock, huh? Worshiping your god the only way you need to, on your knees.”

His pace is brutal, cockhead bruising your throat, and making your fight for each breath of fresh air. Shanks drops his hand to your head, fingers tangling in your hair to better hold you still as he pushes his hips forward. He laughs again when you whine and whimper, your nose pressed flush against his crotch and buried in the wiry red hair dusted around his cock.

“Gonna keep you like this forever. Maybe even give you a little of my magic, huh? Make sure that you'll never be able to leave me. Ugh- fuck, you'd love that wouldn't you? Being my personal cum slut forever?”

He is close, that hot tension twisting into a knot in his lower belly, his balls tightening as his pace stutters. Shanks grits his teeth, thrusting forward once, and then twice more before he cums down your throat with a snarl.

You look even better when he pulls away, cock slipping from your throat with an obscene noise. You look up at him, breathing harshly through your nose to try and calm yourself from the sudden assault. Your god grins down at you, hand catching your jaw and stroking your soft cheek with his thumb.

“Such a good, sweet girl. It's a wonder I hadn't just stolen you for myself.”

He leans in, dark eyes narrowing down at you, “Where have you been hiding?”

Once more, Shanks doesn't give you enough time to try and even formulate an answer. Instead, the god releases your jaw and offers you his hand.

“Meh. I guess it doesn't really matter now that you belong to me. Come along, little one. I want to see how devoted you are to me.”

~~~

Your moans and sweet whines are like music to the god's ears. His cock pistons in and out of you, dark eyes locked onto the apex of your thighs where he watches his cock disappear into your leaking cunt. Shanks lays on his back, heavy lidded as he watches you bounce on his dick. You face away from him, giving the god an excellent view of your plush ass and the way your pussy lips quiver each time he hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.

Shanks trails his hand up your thigh and then around the globe of your ass where he rubs the smooth flesh gently before pulling away and striking down. The smack is just enough that your hips jump forward, head hanging forward as your hand clenches in the sheets of the massive bed the two of you lay on.

Your god does it again, this time a bit harder, and he smirks when he sees the red hand print left behind. He rubs your abused cheek, thumb drifting down to play with your folds, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth before he sneaks his hand down. His fingers find your clit, and a hiss leaves him when you tighten around him at the touch.

“So tight around me, baby. Made just for me,” Shanks murmurs, and then he shifts up. His arm curls around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest so that he can hook his chin over your shoulder and kiss your cheek. He sees you crack your eyes open and grins when he catches your gaze.

“Do you love me, little one? How long have you prayed to me? Worshiped me?” Shanks whispers, and the thought of you in his temple, head bowed as you prayed to him, made his cock twitch. The thought is a heady one, and the god would see to it that he would get what he desired.

You jerk your head in a nod, words stolen from you when Shanks snaps his hips up, cock shoving against your cervix and making you see stars. His hand goes up, fingers pinching a nipple before they find a home by wrapping them around your neck. He squeezes just enough to have you gasp, eyes going wide as you look at him in fear.

Shanks kisses your cheek again, the action sweet compared to how roughly he begins to fuck into you. He's felt you come at least three times, but he wants one more out of you before he fills you up.

“Come for your god, little one. Let me feel it.”

His words seem to do this trick, for you cry his name and tighten around him to the point of discomfort. Creamy slick floods around his cock, leaning down your thighs to stain the sheets below. The god curses and follows you over the edge, hot cum filling you to the brim to leak out and join the mess between your thighs.

~~~

Shanks watches you sip from the shallow saucer, a groan leaving you at the taste of warmed saki sliding down your throat to settle in your stomach. His head is pillowed on your thigh, face so close to your cunt that he could lick your sticky folds if he so chose too. Your pussy tasted better than any drink, and Shanks had found himself drunk off your slick.

Thinking about it makes him want it, so Shanks tips his head to the side and opens his mouth. You shudder in pleasure when his tongue slides along your lower lips, pressing past then to lap at your leaking hole. Your hand falls to his red hair, urging him closer to your pussy.

Shanks loses himself, face buried between your legs as he eats his fill from your cunt. You shake and shiver under him, eyes glazed over with lust and the approaching buzz from the saki. Your body had relaxed even further with the alcohol, leaving you warm and pliant to whatever Shanks wanted from you.

His lips seal over your clit, the god gently suckling the throbbing bud. A look of contentment spreads across his face, and your slick covers the lower half of his face when you come a couple seconds later with a soft cry of his name. He sucks just a little longer, until you beg him to stop, and only then, does he pull away from between your legs.

Shanks sits himself up, and you open your arms for your god to rest against your bosom. He snuggles against your chest, arm draped around your waist as he gazes up at you with dark, possessive eyes. You smile down at your god and offer him your cup. While Shanks sips from the offering, he can't but think about how much he likes the thought of worshiping you instead.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

Marcus talks you through it… when he’s feeling nice otherwise the man is just a mumbling moaning mess who will not hesitate to take you however he wants

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Summary: PWP

Warnings: SMUT, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise and degradation

A/n: working on writing shorter stuff so enjoy hope this is good and YES he is the type to tease especially is you say your close ohhh

His rugged breathing filled the room as he pounded into you from behind. The only sounds were your muffled moans and the raw slap of skin on skin. Marcus thrust into you with a relentless, harsh rhythm, his grip bruising your hips as one hand pressed your head firmly into the mattress below you. Each thrust sent him deeper inside you, transforming you into a rag doll for him to fuck as he pleased.

"God, you feel so good," he muttered through clenched teeth. His rough hands tightened in your hair, yanking your head back, arching your spine until your back pressed against his chest. He continued to pound into you, his grunts vibrating in your ear. The sensation of his teeth biting down on the soft flesh of your neck sent a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through you, causing you to cry out, "Marcus!"

"Yeah, scream my name," he growled, his voice dark and demanding. "Let everyone know who's fucking you like this."

You were getting close, and he knew it. "Move, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my dick, show me how you like it," he commanded, his voice raw with desire. Both of you were panting, your cunt clenching around him as you sank down fully onto his cock. His warm, rough hands rested possessively on your waist, guiding you.

"Y-Yes... Yes sir, please... I promise I'll be good for you... So good," you whimpered, throwing your head back in ecstasy. You desperately tried to squeeze your legs shut as your orgasm tore through you, your hips canting forward to press your clit even closer to the toy despite your sensitivity. The overwhelming sensation made your body spasm, your thighs quivering with need.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Marcus groaned, his grip tightening on your waist. "Keep going, baby. Show me how much you want it."

Your breath hitched, your mind hazy with pleasure. "Marcus... I'm so close," you gasped, your voice trembling.

"Come on, then," he urged, his voice a rough whisper. "Come for me. Show me how much you need this."

"F-Fu-Oh my g-" you cried out, barely coherent as your orgasm ripped through you. Your body convulsed, your cunt tightening around his cock like a vice.

"That's it," Marcus growled. "Gonna come in this cunt, fill you up." His cock swelled inside you, tensing as his seed spilled out, filling you completely. He came with a guttural "oh fuck," driving into you with one final, brutal stroke.

For a moment, you lay still, the only sound your ragged breathing harmonizing with his. Marcus's massive hand trailed delicately along your arm, his touch suddenly gentle, almost reverent. You shivered under his caress, feeling the contrast between his earlier brutality and this tender aftermath.

"You're perfect," he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and heavy. "So fucking perfect." His lips trailed soft kisses along your shoulder, a stark contrast to the rough way he had just taken you.

You sighed, your body melting into his touch. "Marcus," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

He turned you around gently, pulling you into his arms. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked into your eyes.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, nuzzling into his chest.

"Good," he said, his voice softening. "I want you to feel good. Always."

With that, he held you close, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

[bobardo]

how would carmy react if he ever accidentally hurt his girl…like not in a fun sexy way but in a real way…whether it’s genuinely fucking/spanking her too hard or saying something rather mean during sex

oh god i feel like he'd literally burst a blood vessel 😭

tw!! carm hurts his cub (emotionally). allusions to domestic ab*se (carm is a healing boy, all right?) happy ending.

i can see this happening after carmy loses for the first time. like, it sucks to lose for anyone, but this is carmen we’re talking about—the definition of a loser; a boy small and quiet enough to frighten into a corner, terrorize into a blank mind (poor, bruised boy. built a name for himself out of hollow self-confidence and false healing, a persona that crumbles with one (hundred) too many punches).

he walks through the tunnels with his head hung low, eddie’s hand massaging his right shoulder and benny’s soothing his left; nacho in front, his larger form shielding carm’s blotchy face from the inconsiderate paparazzi. y/n trails timidly beside her bear—hurting and erratic.

the locker room is stock-still silent as they file inside. usually, there's hollering and chanting in celebration as soon as they step through the threshold, and after congratulations and hugs (and kisses from his sweet cub), carm heads for the shower to wash away the grime of his brutal victory.

this time, though, there are no congrats to be given.

everyone seems to be walking on powder eggshells, overly tentative and precautionary as they tend to him. any questions they have for him are low and prudent, and any answers he has to offer them are clipped, and slightly cruel—finds it difficult to show kindness when their own is unwarranted, he lost. he failed (and failing does not call for sympathizing but for reprimanding, punishment; not consolation but condemnation).

"jus' fuck off, dude," carmen huffs, shrugging benny's hand of his shoulder. he sighs, drops his palm from figure and turns on his heal to walk out, anxiously twirling his toothpick along his tongue.

he steps next to y/n, where she waits, pretty in pink, like always, with her hands folded in front of her legs, eyes to the floor. he bumps his boney shoulder to hers, "think he needs you." her eyes flit up to meet his, and he gives her a small smile, and look of encouragement. "go get him, tiger," he whispers gently.

famous last words.

everyone silently gets the message and leaves the locker room to give carmen his space; all except his girl, his sweet cub.

"carmy," she utters softly, stepping toward him.

he throws her a look over his shoulder, "not now, cub, i'm... not now."

she frowns—presses still.

"carm," she tries again, sliding a supple palm up the curve of his back.

he jerks away from her touch, "not fuckin' now, y/n!" he keeps his back to her and starts toward the medical bed, blood dripping from his fingertips.

she bristles, but doesn't let him see it. takes a defesive step back, kicks up her chin, and swallows the lump in her throat (she hated it when he yelled, when he bunched himself up and tucked himself away in that corner of his mind, away from everyone, even her, but his protector. she couldn't help him there, couldn't pry him from the clutches of claws).

"please don't speak to me like that, carmen," she says, soft but firm. "i'm your girlfriend, not on payroll."

he snorts as he rips a white towel off the overhead shelf and starts soaking up the blood from his various wounds. he's rough as he scrapes it up and down his battered body, hurtful. y/n longs to reach out and do it for him—delicate and caring, the way he deserves—but keeps her twitching hands at her sides.

"fuckin' act like it," he mutters under his breath.

her eyebrows rise with indignation, "excuse me?"

"i said y'fuckin' act like you're on my payroll, shit!"

y/n's spent a long time trying to learn how to not be sensitive. she came from a household of men—four brothers, all boxers, thanks to her father—but just because she was constantly surrounded by their brutality doesn't mean she ever fully adapted to it. she inherited their tough skin—took the chipped pieces on the gym floor and melded them to her flesh herself, thicker, harder to pierce—but she couldn't bury her very being, no matter how hard she tried; she would always be a sensitive soul.

she exhales a shaky breath, her fingers curling into her palms, nails digging. he didn't mean it, he was just upset with himself.

"watch your damn tone, carmen."

"or what?" he scoffs, whipping around to face her, tossing the bloodied towel to the side. it's the first good look she's gotten at his face since the start of the fight, and it makes her want to scream.

he's got a swollen, bruised left eye and a crooked nose, a swelling jaw and busted lips; battered and bloodied, from his collarbone, scattered all across his torso.

her throat threatens to close up, and carmy's taking a looming step closer to her too fast for her to combat it.

"what the fuck are you gonna do? fuckin' bitch at me like you always do, huh?" she flinches as he gets in her face, stumbling back. "carmy this and carmy that, but s'never fucking good enough, is it? you just get to sit there and look pretty—live in my house, use my fuckin' money—and god fuckin' forbid i ever ask anything of you!" he throws his arms up, exasperated, huffs out a laugh, though it's certainly humorless. "i'd screw those precious fuckin' feelings a'yours, get y'cryin' like the fuckin' crybaby y'are..."

his voice trails off, the fiery blaze in his eye faltering—like he knows he's fucked up—but his face hardens again before she has the chance to decipher it.

there's part of her that wants to hurt him the way he's just hurt her, put up a fuckin' fight and scream at him the way they're both so used it. another part, though—a much stronger part—is too hurt to hurt him; too sad that her bear would take violence and cruelty over the kindness of others because he'd never been taught how.

she looks at him with a broken furrow between her brow—a bitter smile on her lips. her voice is watery as she starts, "i never asked you for any of that. you offered, and i accepted. and my sincerest fucking apologies for being a human, with emotions." she scoffs, let's out her own humorless laugh. she bites her lips to try and stop the river of tears at bay, looks to the side so he won't notice as a tear slips down her red cheek.

carmen exhales a long breath—he went too far. "cub—"

she lifts a dismissive hand, "no, y'know what? it's fine," she sniffs harshly, rubs underneath her eyes to stop the stray tears from slipping. "i'm— i'm gonna give you some space," she utters, turning to find her purse and coat. carmy watches her gathering her things uselessly, stuck. "seems like y'could use it."

she doesn't look back at him as she rushes to the door, and only stops when she feels a large paw grazing the exposed skin of her back.

"y/n," he whispers, wavering, unsure.

she brushes his hand from her figure.

"i'll be at your house," she mumbles, and slips out of the door.

when it slams shut, carmy can't help the chocked sob that works its way up his sore throat. he stumbles backward, trips over his feet and crumbles to his knees. he curls into himself (like the boy in his mind, tucked safely in the corner), wraps his aching arms around his bent legs a cries like the crybaby he'd just accused his girlfriend of being.

his sweet cub.

god, he fucked up. they fight, so much—too much. he knows her mannerisms, has studied the inclinations of her sadness, frustration, irritation, and anger. he can't ever recall being faced with her disappointment, however, her utter hurt.

he fucked up, bad. but he's gonna fix it (has to, or the boy in the corner will never stop shaking with fear, sobbing, wailing—waiting for his protector to return with his cub).

——

it's late when carmen gets home. their home, not his (couldn't call it his, was never his when she's the one who made his house a home). he walks through the door of their penthouse with his hands full—his duffle bag, a bag of take out (from the three michelin star joint down on 39th), a heart-box of chocolates, and a large bouquet of flowers—and his tail tucked between his wobbly legs.

he places her gifts on the kitchen counter when he walks by in passing, groaning in relief as weight is lifted away from his body (he got beat the shit out of—had to if he fuckin' lost).

he walks into their bedroom as quietly as he can, softly kicking the door shut behind him. in their king-sized bed lay his sweet cub, curled up beneath the blankets—chin tucked and knees pulled to her chest—in a baby pink nightie and matching bonnet. he watches the subtle rise and fall of her back, smile fondly.

he shuffles to the foot of the bed and sets his duffle there, then moves around to her side, kneeling before his sleeping beauty.

"cub," he whispers, feather light as he presses stray baby hairs peaking through the band of her bonnet back underneath. "wake up f'me, baby, 've got some grovelin' t'do."

she groans groggily into the sheets as she starts to come to, stretches out like a cat as her tear-clumped, heavy eyes peel open.

"hey, sweet cub," he murmurs. she eyes him blankly through fluttery lashes.

he deserves that.

"i'm sorry, my girl," he sighs heavily, beginning to pet at her blotchy cheek. "i didn't mean it, fuckin' any of it. you don't bitch at me, y'never ask too much of me," he brings his free hand up to cradle her pretty face as tears begin to well in her eyes. "this is your house, your home. my money is yours, more than it's mine—fuckin' spend it all, cub, i don't care," the both huff out a short laugh, his fond, hers snotty. "y'not a crybaby, you're my baby—my girl, my sweet fuckin' cub, and i'm so goddamn sorry i said those things to you, baby."

she sniffles, curls her fingers around his wrists to keep him close. "y'mean it?"

his lips twitch up in a gentle smile, "i mean it, cub; m'so fuckin' sorry, sweetheart."

"good."

she pulls him in by her grip on his wrists, mouth pressing to his.

safe to say he's forgiven (he carries her out to the kitchen—arms clasped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist—and presents her gifts to her for good measure, though. sits her in his lap and feeds her yummy pasta and chocolate with a glass of sangria, one of her go-to drinks, to see that giddy smile.

then eats her out of the kitchen counter, too).

——

a/n: how to make the writing process go faster no glue no borax

not edited/proofread!!

[woozinhos]

i loveeee your writing so much and enjoy reading your work 🫶🏼🫶🏼

can i request rough sex with wonwoo with spit kink? if not pls ignore this 💞💞

of course oh my god I’m so glad you love my work I love writing these so much 🤭

Wonwoo had you pinned down on the bed, his body hovering over yours as he looked down at you with a hungry gaze.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth possessively.

He broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before he moved down to your neck.

He began to bite and suck at your skin, marking you with a trail of hickeys and bruises.

"You're mine," he growled against your skin. "Mine to mark, mine to claim."

Wonwoo's lips traveled down your neck and collarbone, leaving a path of red and purple marks in their wake.

He continued to move lower, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he made his way to your chest.

He took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud until it was swollen and aching.

Wonwoo pulled back for a moment, his eyes locked on your chest.

He spit onto your skin, his saliva landing directly on your nipple and trickling down to the other one.

He leaned back down and began to lick up the spit, his tongue hot and rough against your skin.

He switched between your breasts, lapping up the mixture of his saliva and your sweat with eager flicks of his tongue.

Wonwoo moved back up your body, positioning himself between your legs.

He reached down and gripped his cock, guiding it to your entrance.

He slid into you in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt in your tight heat.

Wonwoo let out a low groan as he bottomed out inside you, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

"You feel so good," he growled, his voice strained with desire. "So tight and wet for me."

Wonwoo's fingers, still slick with his own spit, slipped past your lips and into your mouth.

He pressed down on your tongue, forcing your jaw open as he began to move inside you.

He started to thrust hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he fucked you into the mattress.

His fingers remained in your mouth, muffling your moans and forcing you to take them deeper with each thrust.

"Open your mouth," Wonwoo commanded, his voice low and rough. "I want you to take my spit, just like the good little slut you are."

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and replaced them with his own tongue, forcing you into a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

He licked into your mouth, swirling his tongue around yours and filling your senses with the taste of him.

Wonwoo broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips once more.

He sat back on his heels, his eyes roaming over your flushed and disheveled form.

"You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice rough with desire. "So debauched and wrecked for me."

Wonwoo's eyes darkened as he noticed the strand of saliva still hanging from your lips.

He growled and grabbed your hips, pulling you onto his cock with each rough thrust.

"You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" he panted. "Desperate for my cum, for my spit, for everything I have to give you."

Wonwoo's pace became almost brutal, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to make the bed creak beneath you.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against yours as he pinned you down beneath him.

"You're mine," he snarled in your ear. "You belong to me, body and soul."

He nipped at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"No one else can make you feel like this," he growled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "No one else can make you scream like I do."

Wonwoo's thrusts grew more erratic, his hips stuttering as he neared his release.

He buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

"I'm going to cum," he grunted, his fingers digging even deeper into your hips. "I'm going to fill you up, make you mine in every way possible."

With a final, rough thrust, Wonwoo reached his peak.

He let out a guttural moan as he spilled inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.

He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as he slowly came down from his high.

Wonwoo pulled out of you with a grunt, his cum dripping out of your entrance and onto the sheets.

He sat back on his heels, admiring the sight of his cum dripping from your swollen, used hole.

Without warning, he spit onto your pussy, his saliva mixing with his cum.

"Mine," he said again, his voice possessive and satisfied.

He reached down and pushed the mixture of his fluids back into you with his fingers, his touch rough and claiming.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers continuing to play with your sensitive flesh. "So messy and filthy, just the way I like you."

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Could I request reader squirting for the first time and being very embarrassed but the boys (141+Köing) just being like "Fuck that, do it again"

God seeing Price's smug grin and just going harder....

Mwahaha ask and you shall receive🙈🩷

141 + König Where Reader Squirts For The First Time

Warnings: pure. smut. Oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), spanking, swearing-

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Fuck, sweetheart you feel so good." Simon cooed, as he drilled into you. He was beyond pussy drunk at this point, the only sounds his ears could hear were the soft moans he elicited from your lips.

You were in no better state. You were fucked out, full on panting and covered in sweat as your eyes continously rolled into the back of your head.

He continued his brutal assault on your pussy, his thick cock slamming in and out of your velvety walls. You were seeing stars at this point, your orgasm nearing rapidly.

Simon gave a low grunt as he felt your walls constrict around him, squeezing his cock just right. His brow was covered in sweat as he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath fanning in your ear. "This pussy was made for me."

His filthy words sent you over the edge, your toes curling and back arching as your orgasm tore through you, causing you to let out a silent scream. It was unlike any orgasm you've had before, and it took you a moment to regain your senses.

You looked up after a moment to find Simon staring down at you. His eyes had grown ten shades darker as a shit eating grin formed on his lips. You looked at his torso and saw that he was covered in your essence, the front of him being completely soaked by it.

Your hands flew to your cheeks as they began to flame in embarrament upon realizing what you'd just done. "I'm... I didn't mean to."

Simon, with his cock still buried inside you, gave a dark chuckle. He pulled your hands away from your face and gave the insides of your wrists a small peck. "Didn't know you could do that, sweetheart. I quite like this new discovery."

He leaned down and captured your lips in his before pulling away with a smirk. "Think you can give me another?"

John Price-

John's grip on your waist was bruising as he buried himself inside you from behind with each thrust. "Taking me so well, baby."

The sounds filling the room were obscene, between the slapping of skin, the squelching of your drenched cunt, and John's groans, it had your orgasm approaching faster than normal.

He flipped you over on your back, his cock still sheathed inside you, before continuing his relentless pace as he threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your body began to tighten as you felt the familiar heat of your orgasm beginning to race through you. Your legs tightened around John's neck, and his fingers flew to your clit and began to rub vigorously to coax you through your high.

As your head pushed back into the pillows behind you, you felt a wave of liquid pour from between your legs, covering John's lower half. You immediately shot up, chest still heaving from your orgasm, and turned tomato red at the sight before you.

John was drenched in your fluids as he slowly pulled out of you. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight.

"Oh, oh my god, John. I'm so sorry. Let me grab a rag." You murmered as you began to slide off the side of the bed before John caught you by your wrist.

"Did my baby just squirt?" He gave a smug grin as he leaned down to nip at your shoulder.

Your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment as you hid your face in your lover's chest. "I'm so sorry."

John pulled away, his now dark eyes looking down on you seriously. "Do. Not. Fucking. Apologize. For. That."

He rolled you back over, so you ass was facing him before landing a slap to one of your cheeks. He fisted his cock a few times before ramming it back in your drenched pussy. "Be a good pet and give daddy another, yeah?"

König-

König was going down on you like a man starved. You were beyond overstimulated, but he couldn't care less. He'd been between your legs for the better part of an hour, desperate to draw yet another orgasm out of you.

He had a firm grip on your thighs, preventing you from squirming in any way as his tongue ran along your folds tantalizingly slow. The noises he was making were obscene, and you fought desperately against his hold, your legs begging to squeeze shut around his head.

He began to press open mouth kisses to your core, gathering as much of your arousal as he could with each movement of his mouth. You gave a breathy moan, encouraging him to continue.

He gave a hearty chuckle into your heat, before flicking his tongue wildly at your clit. Your hands shot to his hair and tugged, his tongue continuing its assault on your puffy, overstimulated bundle of nerves.

You felt the coil in your belly snap, almost violenty, as your body shook underneath your lover's firm grip. Your legs squeezed around his head as your orgasm died down, before feeling an unusually soaked puddle forming beneath you.

You sat up slightly as you heard König let out a small whimper. "Maus."

The sight before you had you letting out an embarrassed squeal as you turned cherry red. Königs shirt was drenched, along with the sheets of the bed. You'd never squirted before, not once, and you didn't know how to react. "Kö. I'm... I didn't..."

"M-Maus. That was... You were so good." His eyes lit up as he licked his lips. "I need more of it."

You gave a soft cry as he buried his head back between your legs, his tongue eagerly cleaning up the mess you just made. Needless to say, he didn't let you leave until he had his fill again.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"That's it, just like that." Johnny encouraged, his hands gripping at your hips as you bounced on his cock.

You'd broken quite the sweat, your pace not relenting, as you laid your hands out on Johnny's chest to steady yourself.

Sex with Johnny always felt amazing, but there was something about it tonight that felt better than normal. His cock massaged the walls lining your pussy with every movement of your hips, his tip kissing your cervix each time you sat back down.

Your orgasm was nearing, and you were desperately chasing it as your nails dug into the flesh in Johnny's chest. Your walls clenched around him as you continued your movements, causing him to groan.

Johnny was desperate for you to cum with him, so he snaked his hand down the length of his abdomen, and stopped when he reached your heat, his fingers beginning to roll at your clit in a lazy motion.

The coil in your belly snapped as a wave of hot pleasure coarsed through you, and you felt a pool of wetness forming on Johnny's abdomen.

You caught your breath before looking down, your cheeks burning red at the mess you'd created. "Johnny, I'm so sorry."

Johnny's eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him. Did you just..?

"What on earth are you apologizing for. That was fucking hot." He gave you a cocky smirk. "Glad to know my cocks that good."

"Johnny! Stop, I'm so embarrassed." You swatted at your boyfriend before tearing your eyes away from him.

Johnny was quick to grab your chin and direct your gaze back to him. He gave you a smirk before throwing you onto the bed below him, not giving a damn about his soaked torso. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your pussy, before ramming his cock back into you.

"Embarrassed? I should be the one who's embarrassed, given that I've not gotten you to do that til now. Fuck being embarrased, give me another one babe."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle was taking his time with you tonight. He'd been apart from you for a few weeks and was aching to have you unravel in front of him before he got his own fix.

He was running his fingers along your soaked folds, rubbing at the sensitive flesh, before slipping his index and middle finger into your pussy.

He stroked your walls as he languidly pumped his fingers in and out of your core. He began to pick up the pace as your head flew back, smirking to himself at the noises he was eliciting from you.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, and began to circle with just enough pressure to have your legs shaking. "Kyle!"

Your hands flew to your face as your orgasm plowed through you, your whole body shaking violently. You peeked through your fingers as you felt something spraying on your legs and let out a small whimper as you realized what'd just happened.

Kyle nearly came in his pants at the sight. His jeans were now soaked with your essence, and he gave a dark chuckle at the embarrassment on your face. "Baby, show me your face. You have no reason to be embarrassed."

You slowly slid your fingers down your face, not daring to meet your boyfriend's eyes. "I... I've never done that before."

Kyle gave you a wolfish grin before standing up to rid himself of his clothes. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel. You were so good."

He grabbed your heels, pulling you to the edge of the bed before running his hardened cock along the wetness on your thighs.

"Do it again."

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A/N: this is trasshhhhhhh😭🤣🤣