#that's the glory of reader inserts

[soaps-mohawk]

What is the height difference between omega and 141? 🥹🥹 (if u’ve answered this before sorry for asking again)

I've answered this before kind of on one of my lore masterlists or maybe it's on my headcanon masterlist

But I'm too lazy to go looking so I'll answer it again.

I go by the 141's canon heights or the actor's heights. Simon is 6'3, Price is 6'2, Kyle is 6', and Johnny is 5'11.

The reader I leave ambiguous for the sake of it being a reader insert, but I always imagine her smaller than the guys by a bit. I'm 5'4 so I tend to imagine the reader around that height when I'm writing, but you can imagine the reader whatever height you'd like.

[scriberye]

🔞 For Glory: Angron

──────────────────────────────── ANGRON x GN!READER ⚠️🔞 Forced Relationship, Rape, Dubious Consent, Violence, Coercion, Power Imbalance, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Butcher's Nails You're given as a prize to Angron for his latest win in the arena, a reward he didn't want but one he has to take if he wants to spare you from a crueler fate. a/n: This was a journey and I came out with an OC for it. I did my best to approach the subject matter as thoughtfully as possible.

It’s a cacophony as the crowd cries out for blood and death. You stand at your master’s side, balancing a tray laden with food and wine. The canopy above provides respite and shade against the blistering heat of the sun.

Your attention, however, is on the figure in the arena — Angron. He’s massive, moving with an otherworldly grace as he cuts through his opponents. Even from the high seats, you can see the ripple of his muscles, and your heart races, captivated by his strength.

And then it’s over, and Angron has won, standing amongst the blood and carnage. His fierce eyes scan the crowd until they find yours, and there’s a spark. And something in him lifts, his seems seem to brighten.

Your master notices, too.

As the sand settles, he waves you off, sending you beneath the mountain with his guards. You’ll be a perfect reward for his favorite gladiator.

“Here, a prize,” one guard sneers, throwing you onto the floor of Angron’s cell. You land awkwardly, catching yourself on your hands. The impact is jarring, and pain shoots through your hands and knees, and you bite back a whimper. You’ve learned showing weakness only invites more suffering.

“Make sure to show us a good time!” the same guard laughs, cruel and mocking.

“Yeah! Don’t hold back, beast!” the other chimes in, the disdain clear in his voice as he says the word ‘beast’.

You push yourself to your knees and look around the dark cell. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, but you find him — Angron. At the far side of the cell, still fresh from the arena. His chest still heaving from the recent exertion, sweat and the blood of his opponent drip through the grime and sand that cling to his skin.

“Hey!” the guard yells again, banging on the cell. “Didn’t hear us? Don’t think we won’t teach ya both a lesson if you don’t listen!”

You flinch, instinctively trying to make yourself smaller. The threat hangs heavy in the air; they want to exploit Angron’s softer, kinder side.

In one last act of defiance, Angron charges the bars on the cell with a bloodcurdling yell. Rage. Desperation. The guards stumble back, startled. Electro-rods crackle to life, and Angron retreats, spitting at their feet before turning to you, kneeling down.

He reaches out to touch you but quickly pulls back when he sees the blood and dirt on his hands. It feels wrong to touch you with such filth. You’re so pristine — clean, and, in his mind, untainted. Instead, he leans close, his breath hot against your cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

You can see the struggle in his eyes and offer him a weak smile. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he snarls, shaking with a barely concealed rage. “None of this is.”

You cup his cheek, wiping away some of the dirt, your heart aching for him. If only things had been different for him and you. If only fate had been kinder.

But the guards are done waiting. “Get on with it, lover boy!”

“What’s the matter, can’t get it up?!” the other guard taunts. “Pumped him up with too many drugs his cock doesn’t even work anymore.”

With a resigned sigh, Angron’s hands are on you, staining your white clothes with dirt and blood from his hands. He leans over you, angling his body in a way to shield you from the guards’ leering eyes.

You try to focus on him, to ignore the guards whooping and goading Angron on. Tears prick at your eyes, but you hold them back. Your heart feels like a gaping hole, a raw wound. You love him; you want to be with him, but not like this. Never like this.

“Harder! Come on!” a guard yells, slapping the bars with the rod. “Fuck ‘em like the monster you are!”

Angron snarls. It’s a sickening sound of skin slapping echoing in the small cell, punctuated by ragged breathing, and underneath it all, you can hear him chant for your forgiveness. Over and over.

You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. For a moment, clarity flashes in his eyes and Angron cranes his head to look down at you.

You squeeze his hand.

He squeezes back.

Neither of you are alone.

Angron squeezes his eyes shut and succumbs. He lets out a loud, heaving groan as he empties himself inside you.

When it’s over, the cave feels colder. The guards’ laughter fades, leaving behind a suffocating, painful silence. Angron tears himself away from you, retreating to a far corner, his body wracked with a guilt that mirrors your own.

And you lay there, aching, and unsure what to do.

“Little one,” a man’s voice calls out to you. Startled, you look toward the sound and see an older gladiator. His hair has turned gray from age and he’s covered in a crisscrossing patchwork of scars, both old and new. He smiles, and it’s warm — a balm on your soul.

“Come,” he says softly, kneeling beside you and offering a hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You tremble, and look back at Angron, hunched and broken in the corner. The tears come more freely now. “But.. Angron.. He’s…”

“He needs time,” the older man murmurs. “And so do you.”

He helps you to your feet and you take one last glance back at Angron as the older gladiator leads you from the cell.

The days pass in a blur after that. You learn his name is Oenomaus, and he’s the closest thing to a father Angron has. He’s a constant presence, gently guiding you both through the darkness.

The days blend together between the relentless fights in the arena and the struggle to survive in the caves. Between fights, Oenomaus speaks with Angron, offering support and helping him navigate the torment that gnaws at him.

Just as he helps Angron, Oenomaus finds time to aid you as well, teaching the basics of swordplay and self-defense. His lessons fill you with a newfound hope. You aren’t weak. And Oenomaus reassures you, you never were.

One day, Angron returns to the caves more bloodied and battered than usual. He trudges toward his cell, his shoulders sagging under the weight of unseen burdens.

You exchange a concerned look with Oenomaus, who offers you a small, encouraging nod. Steeling yourself, you rise from the table and gather a bowl of water and a cloth. As you approach Angron’s cell, you make enough noise to announce your presence.

“Angron,” you call gently to him. He looks up briefly, then away, still unable to look at you. Your heart sinks, but you’re determined, moving closer and kneeling beside him.

“Let me help,” you say, dipping the cloth into the water and reaching for his hands. He tenses at your touch, but doesn’t pull away.

“This isn’t necessary,” he grumbles, his voice rough and gravelly. Come morning, any wounds he has will heal. Your aid is pointless, but he doesn’t tell you that.

“I want to.”

The water turns red as you clean his hands with gentle, soothing strokes. You smile softly, admiring his hands. They’re so strong and large, covered in callouses and scars — yet they’re so gentle. You aren’t sure why, but something in you is certain these hands were better suited for defending others.

Angron notices your smile and confusion crosses his features.

“How can you still look at me like that?”

You look up, meeting his gaze for the first time after days of him avoiding yours. “Because it wasn’t you, Angron. It was them. I love you, and it hurts to see you suffering like this.”

His eyes search yours, a myriad of emotions flickering within them — guilt, pain. But in your eyes, he finds only honesty and unwavering love looking back at him.

“I love you too,” he whispers, and the words sound so fragile, as if he says them too loud they might break.

You smile, and to Angron, it’s like watching the sun rise — beautiful and magical. Without thinking, you lean up onto your knees, brushing your lips against his in a gentle, tentative kiss.

His hearts seize, and for a moment, he freezes, caught off guard by the sudden gesture. Then he melts. His hands cradle your face with a careful reverence. The kiss deepens, his tongue exploring your mouth greedily, tasting of salt and iron.

You moan softly, pressing closer to him, your hands wandering over the expanse of his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath and the warmth that radiates off him. You climb onto his lap, the fabric of your tunic bunching up around your waist.

He pulls back slowly, his lips hovering just over yours. “Is this what you want?” he asks, desire seeping into his voice.

“I do,” you sigh against his lips, you burn for him. “Please, Angron. I want this.”

He raises his hand to his, sucking on his fingers to wet them. Satisfied they’re soaked, his fingers find their way between your thighs, pushing one against your tight entrance. It’s not ideal, but spit will have to do.

You gasp, your breath hitching in your throat as a thick finger fills you up. And Angron is gentle, easing you open slowly as he slides his other finger inside you, curling and stroking the tight walls of your body.

“Please,” you whine, unable to bear the building ache any longer. You want more. His fingers aren’t enough.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. And replaces them with something much larger. His cock is thick and hard as he positions himself at your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You grab his forearms for support and you slowly lower yourself onto him. There’s a moment of resistance before your body yields to him. You wince when your body burns, stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. He fills you up completely, and there’s still so much more.

“Angron,” you sigh dreamily, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of him inside of you properly.

“Does it hurt? Should we stop?” he asks, worry bleeding into every word.

You shake your head, smiling up at him. “I’m fine, please. Don’t stop.”

He nods hesitantly, his cock pulsing inside of you as he waits until you’re ready. Slowly, you start to ride him, trying to take him as deep into your body as you physically can. He moves with you, thrusting his hips upward. His cock strikes a spot deep in you that has you seeing stars.

You lean against his chest and moan. Angron grip your hips, pulling you down onto his cock as he thrusts faster into you. Sweat drips down your bodies as you frantically try to match his pace, writhing and bucking against him, desperate for release.

The pressure builds. The tension coils in your gut until it becomes unbearable.

You muffle a cry against his chest as your orgasm hits you, your body convulsing and twitching as you ride out the waves.

And Angron isn’t far behind. The clench and flutter of your walls around his cock is enough to send him over the edge. He cums with a deep, satisfied groan as he floods you with his cum.

You sag against him, feeling heavy and sated. He wraps you up in his arms, holding you tight and secure. You both struggle to catch your breath, hearts beating wildly.

Angron cranes his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head, running his hand over your back. “I’ll protect you always,” he mumbles against your hair. “And we’ll all be free. I promise.”

You smile and drift off to sleep, feeling safe and loved and dream of a future free of hardships with Angron by your side.

[mauvecherie-writes]

BEFORE I FULLY COMMIT TO THIS WHO IS INTERESTED ?

[chainsawcorazon]

curse of joining a fandumb where there’s already a puritan stronghold is watching something with SO much potential be reduced to nothing but bland vanilla cake with tasteless fondant dressing. like we COULD have it all, but we don’t bc somebody thought tenth grade lit was too hard and now won’t read anything not written by a YA author or a CW screenwriter 😔

[squirrelno2]

people with ocs you ship with canon characters I am begging you to stop selling your characters short in your blurbs. I promise there's more to your character than who you ship them with, and telling me "here's a character you know and love. they have emotions about somebody." and then not elaborating on the somebody is a surefire way to get me to go "oh this is the kind of thing where you pretend you're dating the character"

which to be fair. live your dreams. but I know that's not actually what every fic out there is like and as somebody who doesn't ship like that I would love to have an easier time finding cool ocs with compelling canon romances

[cherrye]

getting fingered by kageyama and he’s so fascinated by how receptive you are to his touches. even before his hands reach your clit he’s obsessed with how you jerk against his thigh to get some form of stimulation.

that’s it (s)

kageyama tobio x f!reader

cw: fingering, tobio is a slight tease, he calls you pretty and baby, minor overstim and cunnilingus

there’s slick dripping down your cunt, pooling on the bed beneath you. you’re getting so messy and tobio hasn’t even begun fucking you with his fingers.

it’s fascinating for him, really. the way your cunt sucks his finger in as he slowly pushes it in and out of you, your back arching towards him, and whines crawling up your throat. his blueberry eyes are piercing as he scans your body up and down, savoring your minuscule reactions.

“that good, huh?” tobio teases, his free hand hooking your leg on his shoulder. you can feel yourself opening up for him, allowing tobio to insert another finger in, stretching you out even more. your hips start moving to meet his thrusts, hands gripping the sheets, and his eyes light up even more, loving how receptive you are to his touch.

“tobio, g-go faster please!” you cry out. the corner of his lips twitch at how desperate you sound, but he moves faster for you, wanting to witness you shaking in the throes of pleasure.

he can’t help himself — the way his mouth seeks your soft skin, licking up the valley of your chest and sinking his teeth in the crook of your neck. your cries are music to his ears, groaning at the way you pull his hair and throw your head back, exposing more of yourself to him.

it’s embarrassing for you as slick starts to run down his wrist and your inner thighs, but it fuels him up even more, hand speeding up while the other trails down between your bodies to circle at your clit. the corner of his lips twitch at how responsive you are, breath hitching and hips bucking up to meet his touch.

“you close, pretty? can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

giving him a weak nod, you pull him up to meet your lips, biting his bottom lip lightly. he’s kissing you like a man starved, matching the pace of his thrusts in your sloppy cunt. and he can barely stop himself from grinding into your inner thigh, every little sound getting to him — skin slapping skin, your breathy pants against his lips, and your slick spilling out of you and coating everything it touches.

tobio leans back up once you start to shake, wanting to see you in all your glory as you give in to ecstasy. hair is sticking to the sides of your face, eyes weakly holding contact with his, and lips agape in a silent-scream. everything’s so overwhelmingly good as he curls his fingers in you, and as the pads of his fingers quickly and messily swipe over your throbbing clit.

you’re moaning his name as you let go, tears wetting your lashes. “that’s it, baby.” he coos, his pace still quick and sloppy. you can’t help but grab his wrists as he refuses to slow down, a yelp escaping your lips as he replaces his hands with his mouth, sucking and licking at the mess you made.

“we’re not yet done, baby. gotta see how fast you can cum with my mouth.”

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[anonymousicecream]

Contract Negotiations (Sana x M Reader)

"Now ladies and gentleman, may I welcome you, Minatozaki Sana!" The MC announced, turning your head towards the spotlight, where it points Minatozaki Sana, in her beauty, standing up from her seat, walking towards the main stage.

You then got up after hearing your name being called, as the CEO of the company Sana's currently endorsing. You managed to shake hands with Sana, before standing next to her. The show continued while you and Sana stood still like statues. "You know, Mr L/n, my contract's ending soon." Sana whispers, trying to maintain her smile. "Oh I know. What do you say, we discuss this after the event, in my room?" You offered. "I can't see why not." Sana replied.

(Timeskip to after the event)

You changed yourself into a more casual attire, dressing yourself in a navy blue polo and trousers, awaiting the presence of Minatozaki Sana in your room.

*Knock Knock

You got up and head to the door, opening it, seeing Sana standing there, along with her bodyguard. "May I?" She asks. "Of course." You said, opening the way for Sana to enter. "James, you can just return to the room, I'll be back in no time." Sana instructed to her bodyguard, the two of you watching as he went into the elevator, returning to his room, before you closed the door. You guide her towards the living room, offering whiskey which she accepts.

"So Ms Minatozaki, I think there's no harm in starting immediately. So, we're ready to offer you a contract for 1 more year, worth $700k and in turn, you'll become our Muse for some lines of products, mainly the dress, such as the one you're wearing right now." You offered. You saw Sana consider, before replying on her own. "Well Mr L/n, I'm more inclined on a 1 year extension, but worth $1.8 million and I'll become a house ambassador. What do you say?" Sana asks.

"Ms Minatozaki, I'm afraid that's too far away from our reach. The best we can offer is $1.2 million." You offered. Sana then got up and grabbed her phone, setting it on the table and went to her camera, pressing the record button.

"Mr L/n, allow me to convince you." Sana said, before getting on her knees. She then moved her hands onto your crotch, palming your cock through your trousers, making you groan. "Mmmmhhh, you're packing." Sana smiled teasingly, before she unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants as she lowered them as well as your boxers, exposing your hard cock.

Sana then got her mouth over your cock, letting her saliva drop onto your cock, before she starts stroking it aggressively. It didn't take long before she tightened her grip on your cock while increasing your strokes even faster. It didn't take long before you start twitching, mainly from how hard you've been the whole day, standing and staring at Sana all the time, and at times even peeking under her dress, staring at her beautiful cleavage and perky nipples.

"Close huh?" Sana teased, making you nod aggressively. "Alright." Sana said, before she moved her mouth onto your cock, inserting your cock slowly as she starts sucking your cock. You groaned, feeling her warmth and tightness as you also moved your hands onto her cheeks, caressing them as she sucks even faster. You felt Sana start getting deeper, inserting more of your cock into her mouth, allowing you to feel even more of her cock before she bottomed out on your cock. She tried going even deeper, before she deepthroated you, letting you feel the true glory of her oral pleasures.

She gagged a few times before stopping her oral pleasures. "Paint me. Paint my face with your cum." Sana said, stroking your cock hard, fast and tightly. It didn't take long before you reached your climax, groaning as you spurt your cum out of your cock, and onto Sana. The first spurt went to her mouth, second to her cheek and rest stayed on her face with some even dropping down onto her collarbone and cleavage. Sana just stayed still, shrieking after each spurt, and smiling teasingly after you finished cumming, trying to come down from your orgasm.

"Is that enough sir?" Sana asked, grabbing a tissue to clean herself up. "No. I need your pussy for further consideration." You said, earning a smirk from her. "Dominate me daddy." She said. You then got up and grabbed her hand, guiding her onto the bedroom. You pushed her onto the bed before stripping yourself naked. You immediately got onto her, aligning yourself with her pussy before entering her. "Mmmhhh fuck you're big." Sana moaned, complimenting you. "I know." You said, before you start thrusting in and out of her. You start off slow, thrusting slow and deep thrusts into her, feeling the extent of her insides, while also adding stimulation to her by moving your hands onto her dress and lowering the top, exposing her perky nipples.

"You can suck them." Sana said, moaning lowly after she said it. You leaned down to suck on her tits, while fondling with the other as your thrusts got faster bit by bit after each thrust. Your other hand also didn't stay still as you moved them onto her thighs, palming them before moving them onto her ass, spanking her repeatedly for a few times before you set them on her clit, rubbing them while matching your pace. "Just so you know, I came here to get filled and ruined." Sana said, and you nod, understanding what she wants.

You stopped sucking her tits, and instead put her hands on her tits. "Play with them while I fuck you, ruin you, and fill you up." You instructed, before you moved your hands onto her clit, rubbing them aggressively as you start thrusting in and out of her aggressively, increasing your strength, depth and pace while you fuck her. "F-Fuckkk that feels good." Sana moaned, feeling your hard cock ruining her insides. It didn't take long before you hit her g-spot, making her clench while also leaking some of her juices out of her.

"I'm close." You groaned, controlling your thrusts to maintain your deep and fast thrusts, before Sana moaned while saying "On my tits." You nodded, thrusting in and out of her at a VERY hard pace for a few thrusts before pulling out of her and kneeling in between her body, stroking your cock aggressively as you came -- HARD -- on her tits. Your first spurt went onto her left nipple, earning a shocked moan from her and the second went on her other nipple, as the rest laid on her cleavage, spurting each cum out as you reached your high.

"So uh, is that good enough?" Sana asked. "It is, but I'll still need to clean you up." You said, making Sana smirk, before she said "Let's not waste any time then." Safe to say, the two of you didn't stop there as you fucked her through her "clean-up session", finishing on her face, while also fucking her afterwards on the balcony, finishing inside her this time.

[aurorawritestoescape]

HOT FOR YOU || Joel Miller x f!reader || 530 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, face fucking, f!masturbation

A/n: this drabble, inspired by the pic above, is written for @toxicanonymity ‘s Manspreading Olympics. Love you, friend💖 hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕

same couple - HEATWAVE collection || MASTERLIST

Joel and you are enjoying a light breeze in the backyard, trying to seek relief from a heatwave, and avoiding being inside your house that turned into an oven thanks to a broken AC.

“Joel.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Showing off your cock?”

“No. What?” He’s blinking at you, brows furrowed with confusion.

“Then close your legs,” you nod at his shorts, not covering much because of his wide manspreading. “I can see your cock peeking out. It’s staring right at me.”

Joel looks down, shifting his thighs a little, but not closing them.

“Ain’t a big deal, baby," he scoffs. “It’s just a dick.”

“Yeah but I can’t just look at it and… not feel… you know… stuff.”

“Ohh,” a smirk is tugging at his lips, “is my naughty girl getting all hot and bothered?”

“Unfortunately, yes. As if it’s not hot enough,” you complain, trying not to look at his dusty pink head.

Joel narrows his eyes, getting quiet, and you know it’s a bad sign. He’s scheming.

“Ya ain’t innocent yourself, missy. This tank top of yours? I can perfectly see your pretty tits and perky nipples. Ya understand how hot it is to watch your boobs jiggle when you move? and what about these shorts, huh? Fuckin’ tiny. I can easily imagine you not wearin’ them at all. Actually I’m imaginin’ it right now.”

His lustful gaze makes you sweat even more. Your chest starts heaving and you gush, squirming in your seat, listening to him talk about your body like that. Your wet pussy already aches.

“Yeah? and I can see your cock twitch.”

“Oh, really?” Joel’s brows shoot up as he adds, “Can you see it get hard, baby?”

You tilt your head, noticing the motion.

“Yeah, I can.”

You cross your legs, chasing any pressure on your needy cunt, and dart your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

Joel’s eyes turn a shade darker and he palms himself.

“You’ve made me hard, dirty girl. Wanna help me out and suck my cock?”

You swallow loudly as his sexy low voice and the filthy words send a new wave of arousal through your body.

“It’s too hot, Joel,” you whine, hating how horny he’s made you in this goddamn heat.

“Right… Then let me fuck your face, baby. Just sit on your knees for me and I’ll do all the work.”

Joel’s puppy eyes make you pliant and even more needy. He rubs his cock over the shorts and a low groan escapes his lips. Now you’re overflowing with desire.

Not saying anything you get up, peeling your sweaty thighs off the chair, and kneel between his legs. His bulge is huge and you place your hand on it and stoke the warm lump gently over the fabric. Joel growls and soon impatience takes over him. He gets up, tugs the waistband of his shorts down and his hard cock springs free in all its glory.

Joel cups your cheek, holding you in place, and slowly inserts his hot tip into your open mouth.

A minute later you’re nothing but a moaning, drooling mess. Keeping you steady with his big hands on your temples, Joel’s plunging his length into the heat of your throat, sliding in and out easily, while your quick fingers are working your puffy clit and you get off, sucking Joel’s juicy cock.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!❤️

same couple - HEATWAVE collection || Masterlist

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[sfznyxio]

 ❝ !𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ❞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. !steal: a command set by your significant other who accidentally walks in during one of your streams. response: chat already forgot about their favorite strimmer (streamer). he has stolen the show.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, barou shouei, niko ikki, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. gn!reader. streamer au. established relationship. fluff. 1.0k wc. rewrite of !steal at my old main blog @/verxsyon. kunigami comes to the room shirtless, and chat gets free fanservice. reader forgets to take breaks (barou) and eat (rin). 

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀. fun fact: i streamed for two years! i don’t miss my streamer era, but i do miss bllk so i decided to rewrite my bllk hcs from my other blog. u20 is coming soon, woo! i’m so excited.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ISAGI YOICHI

isagi checks up on you on a regular basis to see how you’re doing. he has very kind parents how drop off gifts for you to thank you for giving their son so much love. he knows when not to go to your room because you’ll be busy streaming. right now, he hasn’t read messages from his parents that they are going to visit until the very last minute. your partner goes upstairs without a single thought, forgetting that you’re still on stream mode. he apologizes profusely and leaves. you sit there confused, and with chat is imploring you to drag your cute significant other back.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. BACHIRA MEGURU

bachira pulls pranks and other questionable things to get your attention. he ups the ante when you’re playing intense games that require so much investment, which are good opportunities to scare you. since the start of your streaming career, he has been swinging around your setup like it’s a jungle gym. in subsequent streams, his distractions are competitions to see which of you will reach their goals. he successfully leads to your death against a boss as you try to pin him down. with your chat in awe of his determination, you chide to not to credit him at all.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. CHIGIRI HYOMA

chigiri is bored out of his mind. skincare routines don’t magically make you appear beside him. he grows impatient, so he brings nail polish and makeup pouches to your stream so he can spend time with you that way. he blocks out your setup and chat from his mind so you can be the only one who matters at the moment. obviously you need both hands to play your games, but eventually give in to his requests because your partner is needy like that. he paints your nails, and your chat ogles at his hands with sweat drops and eye emojis.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

kunigami was working out when he hears you scream all of a sudden. he immediately ditches his routine and rushes to your room, worried about the possibility of you getting injured. he sees game over displayed on the screen and your head on the desk. he’s unaware that your facecam is on, so when you look up, you scream even louder when he flashes his naked glory to thousands of viewers. ignoring the question of why he’s in your room shirtless, he asks if you’re okay. you apologize for scaring him to death, missing out on a flurry of “muscles” in all caps among chat.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. BAROU SHOUEI

barou glares a hole into your skull, much like the supernatural creatures you’ve encountered in horror games on stream. the genre becomes very addicting that you neglected to do chores while he’s gone. he’s mad, but is more concerned because of your lack of breaks. instead he decides to take liberty in finishing your share and cook your favorite food. then he scolds chat for not looking after you properly and tells them to do better next time. one half gushes over his endearment while the other becomes feral over his tone of voice.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. NIKO IKKI

niko invades your room sometimes to borrow your monitors and cables. it’s a running joke within your community for you to ask your viewers to donate to the “niko [insert whatever he borrowed that day] foundation”. also a well-known streamer, thus everyone wonders why he hasn’t taken initiative to buy components for his setup. the reason is that he’s been a fan of yours before the two of you got together. having your belongings nearby is proof of your support for his career. he denies it, but the coos in the chatbox make him super flustered.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. MIKAGE REO

reo surprises you with new equipment to celebrate your milestone. not an expert in streaming despite being a jack-of-all-trades like everyone perceives him as, but his connections with tech companies taught him what he needed to know. originally you plan to use viewer donations to upgrade at least one component of your setup, but he says you deserve an upgrade of your entire set for working hard to put your name in the streamer world. he rewards you with kisses, making chat malfunction with keyboard smashes. when he leaves, they beg him to come back to give them kisses as well.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi trudges into your room with a groan that resembles the enemies in the game you’re streaming. he doesn’t pay attention to his unkemptness shown to your viewers live. his priority is to get you to cuddle with him. he latches onto you, draping his arms on your shoulders and tucking his head into your neck. you massage his scalp and ask him how to beat the stage you’re on since he beat the game a while ago. your partner whines that he’s lonely and wants your hugs. you promise to give him the hugs he wants, but it seems like your chat has that taken care of.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ITOSHI RIN

rin memorizes your schedule well enough to not intrude, as he normally comes in right after you end and edit to be uploaded as a vod on another streaming platform. the one time he does, he brings in food because you didn’t eat and silently judges you on the side playing through a physical fitness game. he waits for you to finally notice him, and when you do, he roasts your gameplay. you challenge him in a duel to see if he can do any better. poor you; your chat is rooting for him. it’s all thanks to his pretty face that you want to punch and kiss him afterwards.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ITOSHI SAE

sae startles you with a kiss on the top of your head once he returns from spain. he isn’t expected to come home on a later date, but circumstances allowed him to go back sooner. immediately jumping out of your seat to welcome him home with a hug, you disregard the fact that your viewers are watching this affectionate exchange. the glow from your setup reels you back to your chair, and you demand chat to pretend that they didn’t see anything. they deflect it by asking your partner to blow them kisses, which he happily entertains.

[slut4msby]

hq boys & twitter porn <3

+ tags & warnings; fem!reader, smut

+ a/n; surprise!! im back, did yall miss me? but hey yes im back to posting probably a bit more irregularly than before but im here!! ive been lurking tumblr but this is my first post in like forever so yipee :3! also this is like my first attempt at writing anything remotely smutty so enjoy!

he knows this could ruin his career, he knows that if he’s caught he would be in so much trouble but he just cant help it! not when you look so pretty under him, begging to have him inside of you as he teases your pretty little cunt.

“missed you so much” you mumble a blabbering mess. you couldn’t even comprehend the words leaving your mouth nor did you care at this point, you only had one thing on your mind, him.  “want you so bad, please” you whimper staring into his eyes.

his phone camera was facing your pussy in all its glory, wet and needy practically begging to be filled by your boyfriend. he made sure not to get either of your faces in it as tempting as it is for him to watch when he is away, when he craves his pretty little girlfriend the most.

he was teasing you and you were well aware of this fact as he slowly rubbed your clit in circles forcing moans and whimpers to leave your mouth as you laid there, your craving for his cock growing unbearable.

“good girl” he says reassuringly, “love those pretty little noises baby.”

“wanna cum on your cock, please” you moan out, as you pull your boyfriend closer to you, “just want you inside me.”

“so needy,” he teases pulling his hand away and slowly inserting his thick cock inside of you. he stops recording, discarding his phone away, “don’t think we need that anymore, i wanna fuck you freely pretty girl.”

and that he does, with his full attention on you & only intention of making you feel pleasure.

+ bonus

the next morning you wake up beside your boyfriend, sun shining over his perfectly sculpted body adorned with scratches and marks from the activities from the previous night as he lays there his phone in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen.

when he notices you have woken up, he shows you your shared twitter page with the video from last night pinned.

“look baby! we’re going viral, always knew you were a model” he says placing a light kiss on your forehead.  as you lay under your boyfriend watching his hands toy with your bundle of nerves, you notice a singular frame of your nightstand, in the background decorated with the photo of the two of you.

this is gonna be a hard one to explain.

©slut4msby.

oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, MIYA ATSUMU, suna rintaro, sugawara koushi, semi eita & ur fav <3

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Scarlett Johansson just hit the peak of her career, she had everything: money power glory. One thing was missing, the Oscar. After she finally won the award she found a special way to celebrate her win with her perfect little girlfriend as a helper.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, dom!scarlett, sub!reader, alcohol use, oral, object insertion, recording of sexual activities, Oscar in places they shouldn't be, degradation

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I swear | was drunk while writing this l'm not a weirdo okay 😭

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Third times is the charm, right? That’s what Scarlett thought when she sat in the audience of this year Academy Awards. She was nominated for best actress for her latest movie, last time that had happened her award was stolen from her, but not today, she thought.

She sat in the big theatre room you, her younger co- star turned affair sat next to her, nervously she tapped her fingers over the armrest of the seat. “Scarlett” You called out the older actress had her eyes fixated on the still empty stage. “Scarlett?” You tried again hoping to reach through to her. “Huh? Yes, what’s the matter?” Her fingers still tapping the soft fabric of the armrest. “You’re so nervous” You slip your hand over hers “How couldn’t I be? Have you seen the competition this year? There’s no way I win against Emma Stone”

You chuckled intertwined our hands, it was dangerous you knew that, but luckily no one way paying attention to you. The fact that you shared so much more than just the screen was intoxicating to you, sneaking around the crew to share a few passionate minutes with the older actress. She made you feel the things none of your boyfriends ever could. How she touched you, loved you. But everything had to come to an end, and so did the affair you two had. “You blow them all out of the water” You assured her.

The alcohol did it’s job pretty well in Scarlett’s eyes she had had her faire share of expensive champagne glasses to calm her nerves. And then it got time for the category of best actress. The announcer had the all telling red envelope in hands opening it in exactly that moment. “The Oscar goes too” she slipped out the card “SCARLETT JOHANSSON” The theatre broke out into loud cheers and claps, Scarlett however didn’t even register her name being called she was still in a state of pure shock.

Both you and the director leaned in to give her a quick peak on the cheek and a small “You did it” before she made her way up to the stage to finally accept the thing she never thought she could get.

“You did it” You smiled at her when she made her way into her hotel room. You had sneaked off the after show party to surprise your older girlfriend. Nothing special really just a bit of champagne and lingerie but just seeing you spread out on the sheets made her crazy.

“Now what do we have here” She smirked she was clearly intoxicated and so were you. “Fuck baby girl” She groaned upon seeing your promiscuously clothed body. Later that night she had changed from the big dress to an expensive pantsuit. She slipped of her blazer placing it on to one of the hotel room’s chairs.

“You’re playing with the fire little girl” She chuckled her eyes never leaving your body. She sat her pretentious golden man on the bed side table. “I know what I’m doing” You breathed out. Your eyes meet and she down to kiss you.

Her hands slid over your exposed skin going onto your back. With skilled fingers she unclasped your bra slipping it off your shoulders only to throw it behind her. “Fuck you little slut, I’ve barely done anything and you’re nipples are already hard” Her degrading words forced a moan from your throat.

Her thumbs rolled over your hard nipples, she enjoyed seeing you squirm for her, under her. She chuckled before kissing down your stomach licking over the soft skin of your tummy.

She pressed her nose against your pubic bone taking in a deep breath. She tugged your panties from your legs tugging them into her pant pockets. She kissed your clit kitten licking the bundle of nerves. She paid extra attention to the spot because she knew how needy it made you.

She gave your cunt a few more bold licks bumping the crock of her nose against your over sensitive clit. She pushed her tongue inside your tight heat enjoying not only the taste but also the feeling of your muscles clenching around her.

“Fuck Scarlett” You moaned out your hands gripping tightly into the pillow behind your head. She kept on working you towards the edge of ecstasy until she pulled away letting you huff in annoyance all you wanted she just chuckled.

“Aw” she mocked you “Was my little girl just about to cum?” You shook your head still whining. Her eyes darted to the trophy next to you and a mischief grin was planned on her lips. You knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Scarlett no” you said with urgency “What? I’m not doing anything” She reached out for the golden man upon closer inspection it had the right shape, you had taken bigger after all. “Well” She started her hands stroking over the stature “don’t you want to make me happy”

“I do but” Scarlett stopped me “No buts baby now spread your legs” You applied to her wishes spreading your legs for the older woman. She hummed in approval her fingers stroking through your slit collecting your wetness on her fingers.

She covers her trophy in your juices on her lips there was still this shit eating grin. She was more excited than a little kid on Christmas.

She held the cold metal against your entrance pushing the head of the stature past your hole, watching in an awe how your pussy ate the metal man.

“Fuck” She groaned as she heard the mewl sounds growing in volume the more the man disappeared. “That’s so hot” She shifted to her knees to reach out for her phone taking it from the nightstand

“I need this for my personal collection” She mumbled pointing the camera to where the Oscar was connected to your body. You both had agreed to her being allowed to videotape you, if she didn’t release it. You both knew that a leak of this video would make it onto every cover of every tabloid magazine. Did you care? Absolutely not. Scarlett even less

The feeling of the cold metal against your walls was intoxicating, you mewled and whimpered. She moved the stature in and out of your tight heat bringing you close to your release. With her skilled fingertips she played with you overstimulated clit loving how your body squirmed under her.

The camera was still on your glistering cunt the camera panting to your face twisted in pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She smirked again throwing her phone away to pay more attention to your desperate body. “I know baby” She kissed your nipples with a few more thrust she made you see stars. She let you ride out your high before pulling out the award again watching in an awe how the cum dripped the golden man. “Scarlett” you breathed out still catching your breath “What the fuck”.

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[adayumantium]

Juno

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

a/n: MORE SABRINA FIC. For the world, and for 🍭 anon ;) so fucking depraved. I’m not sorry. Divider by strangergraphics!

Summary: you & Logan fit well together, in every sense of the word. 

W/C: 1k+

tags/warnings: MDNI!!! THIS IS JUST SMUT!!! Established relationship, terms of endearment (princess, daring, sweetheart, doll), Daddy!Logan <3333, female anatomy, fingering, unprotected piv (WRAP IT.), BREEDING KINK, LOGAN’S HANDS AS HANDCUFFS <3333

Logan Howlett was on your mind constantly. 

Your boyfriend understood you. He knew when you wanted to retreat to your room for the night, he knew what you wanted for dinner (even when you didn’t), he knew exactly what you needed to be satisfied. 

The two of you fit well, and were the couple that seemed like they’d been around forever. It was of no surprise, then, when one or both of you would make an excuse to leave out of nowhere- you often had bigger things on your mind. 

Despite being in the same room, next to one another with your legs hanging over his. you decided to text your lover the devious thoughts occupying you: 

sweetheart: wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? ;)

Logan sat up a little straighter on the sofa, finishing off his beer bottle and getting up without a word. Bobby and Marie exchanged glances with a smug look, but continued watching the TV without a retort. 

The two of you slipped out and made your way to your room, barely getting through the door before Logan began accosting you with kisses- on your neck, your collarbone, wherever he could find your sweet, soft skin with his lips. He finds your mouth intoxicating, pushing you against the bed and taking your lips in between his teeth greedily. 

“You know,” you pant in-between kisses, “I was kind of enjoying Casino,” you chuckle, trying not to give in so easily to the heat between your thighs. 

“S’whatever,” Logan met your banter, as always, slipping his hands up your shirt to explore your chest. “Doesn’t do the Stones justice, anyway,” he shrugged, leaning back and pulling off his shirt. Each and everyone muscle was so perfectly defined, flexing with the upward motion. Every notion of resolve melted from your body; you needed this man bad. 

“Fuck, give it to me, baby,” you pleaded, frantically tugging off your pants and panties in one motion.

“So desperate for me, princess,” he chuckled, undoing his belt with one hand. The other made its way up your calf mindlessly, fingers grazing your skin; they left a trail of fire up your leg, tightening a knot in your belly. “Shit, I can smell it on you,” your boyfriend nodded. “That pussy is all mine,” he kissed your knees, painfully slow, before prying your legs open eagerly. 

“A-all yours,” you nod, letting yourself be taken over by your intense need for this man in all of his glory. He was confident, but capable. Logan fulfilled you. “I want you,” you purred. 

“I know, darlin’, but you gotta be patient,” he chastised. “Trust me, daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he planted kisses on your thighs, easing off his jeans. Logan’s length strained against his boxers, making your toes curl at the edge of the bed. “All this, for me?” he grinned, nudging your clit with his nose and making your breath hitch. “So wet for me already,” he cooed, fingers grazing against your slit as he kissed his way back up your body.

“Mmm,” you whined, the light pressure making your head spin. 

“Goddamn, I adore you, doll,” he mumbled against your neck, still teasing you with his fingers before slipping one gracefully into you. You gasp at the sudden movement, his scarred, calloused hands working to make you come undone. “Look at all this,” Logan smirked, smug at how wet he could make you. 

He pumped his finger into you, sucking on your neck as he started to build up a rhythm. “That’s it, princess” he groaned, pulling his hand out of you and sucking on his fingers before re-inserting it, now with two digits. 

“Daddy, fuck!” You moaned, throwing your head back. Logan took advantage, marking his territory on the new exposed real estate. His fingers curled inside of you faster now, your boyfriend growling as his hot, hard length prodded into your side. “I need you,” you whimpered, and with those eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. 

“Alright, baby,” he nodded, using his unoccupied hand to free his cock from his boxers swiftly. “You ready for me, doll?” 

You nodded eagerly, in a haze from being stretched out by his fingers. Logan didn’t hesitate, plunging into you with a grunt.

 “Goddamn, that pussy is good,” his eyes shut tight as he pulled back out of you, eyeing his dick covered in your wetness before thrusting back up into you. 

“F-fuck, Logan,” you purred, bucking up your hips to meet his. 

“That’s it, give it all to daddy. Let him take care of you,” he nodded, taking your wrists into one large hand and pinning them above your head. Logan’s hips rutted into yours, drunk on how good you felt pulsing around his length. 

“You always do,” you nod quickly, panting as you tried to get as much of him as possible. “Fuck, Daddy, come in me,” you moan, desperate to be full of his warmth. 

His pace was unwavering, his grip on you steady as he fucked you into the mattress. “Yeah, doll? You tryna have my babies?” Something animalistic, something primal unearthed in him, and Logan’s thrusts became sloppy as he got lost in the thought. 

“Oh, baby, fuck, yes,” you move your hips with his, and Logan throws your legs over his shoulders to fuck you even deeper. His hips smack yours, sweat gathering along his collarbone and neck as he ruins your pussy. 

“I’ve already got my hands full with one princess, you want me to take care of two?” He chuckled, but still found himself wanting to have you like that forever. 

“Logan, fuck,” you whimpered, “I want your cum,” you panted, feeling the spring in your belly getting tighter. The grip around your wrists tightened, and heat pooled in your stomach. “Daddy, daddy, can I cum? Fuck,” you weren’t sure if you were going to last until he answered. 

“C’mon, princess, that’s it, go ahead, love,” Logan encouraged, and you came undone on his length, the air filling with a string of DaddyDaddyDaddy’s and his name, the only words you could remember. 

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s so fucking sexy. You’re so fucking sexy. You make me so goddamn horny,” Logan groaned before unloading his seed in you with a stutter. 

He laid an arm around your back, the two of your sweaty limbs sticking to one another as he kissed your ear. 

“I think I make better handcuffs, huh?”

[hxltic]

if you’re writing , pls do konig x reader and the reader is a cry baby

Cry baby as in like sexually?? i got you

König is horrible at teasing you, frankly because he gives in himself. Never has he slapped the tip along your folds, or made you grind on him to ruffle your own mental—but today, he has brought you to your breaking point. all you’ve wanted all day was him.

He finally returns to you, and the first thing you did was hug him around the neck. Both your legs swung up to the top of his hips so he could carry you away. Once ridden of the day and full to his stomach, König finds you in the bedroom in all your needy glory, pleading for him but unwilling to disturb his peace or alone time after the day’s mission.

He teased like never before. Even going as far to play with your dripping pussy with his big fingers, dipping it into the wetness and rolling it around your clit. You don’t know what made you this way, and you were excited at just the thought of your mysterious hunk of a man coming home to you.

But not this. You begged and waited (impatiently) for his gratitude. He flattened his tongue so you could grind on the warm sensation, but with each hand under your knee on display for him, it literally wasn’t possible to move because of his strength. At this point you were so frustrated you probably could cry.

“Kö please, what did I do? I w-won’t do it again I swear,” you attempt, asking for forgiveness at you don’t even know what. Truthfully you hadn’t done anything wrong, but even after given colonel position, you’re still the only one he feels genuinely in charge of like this. He never thought he cared until the high he got from hearing you whine for him came along. You don’t want anyone else. Just him.

On that thought, once he inserted himself, his pace was unbelievably slow. König never prided himself on his self-control but he knew his size, and had he went any faster you would’ve came on the spot.

“‘m sorry, faster please,” you tried again. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!” Already on the verge of tears as your nails dig crescents into his muscled back, when he finally gives you what you want, you lose your mind.

Nothing was slow. Almost a signification of flipping the switch, he throws you over to your stomach effortlessly. He spreads your legs and brings you to your elbows with your ass in the air, then splits you open. It doesn’t take long before your hips start to bruise.

“Wait wait-“ König hears faintly, but he knows that’s far from what you want. He was correct because you cum immediately after. He feeds off the sight of your ass bouncing and rippling off him. His only responses are grunts.

“It’s what you wanted right,” his accent still thick and releasing words he wouldn’t even think of saying regularly, “you waited all day for this?”

Now deep in you and the ecstasy, it’s like you’ve switched roles. He technically was edging himself too. He was rock hard and heavy through his pants, all at your pretty voice and begs.

Soon apologies start flying out of his mouth, you being almost too lost in the euphoria to hear them at all. “Liebling, you feel so good-I’m not sure if I can stop now.”

“Kö you’re gonna-“ is all that comes out in your short breaths.

He replies, “I won’t, I won’t liebe,” as if he knows what you’re going to say, even though he doesn’t. He’s not thinking about much right now. As if to make what you were going to say worse, he lifts your shoulders and grabs your breasts to hold you up and crane you back, your hair falling between the two of you and your head to his neck.

The new position calls for a different spot inside of you and he’s lucky he hasn’t short circuited.

“…break me…half,” is all he heard. He’s too lost at your slick cunt gripping him tight, to hear the sniffles. He does look down though, and spots a tear about to fall down the path of the others. The only reason it doesn’t is because you’re basically upside down.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say, and despite how sweet he is, it doesn’t sound genuine. Especially not after his hips chase into your entrance like it’s heaven.

“König, cum, again,” you choke out beside a sob, but König is in too much pleasure to feel bad.

“Huh,” he questions. It doesn’t come out as such; more like he’s physically present but isn’t actually asking.

“I’m cumming,” you repeat, and not long after do you hiccup.

There’s a second of silence, then, “I know,” he glances down in pity and bliss. “Your smile is hard to beat but this is far better.”

He never thought he’d like to see you cry, which he doesn’t, but sexually seems to be a different story. They were steaming now, just before your eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, and tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan.

[metranart]

My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you (Part 7)

ft. Sensei! Gojo Satoru, sensei! Suguru Geto, reader insert, slight! Megumi x reader.

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto happily married, you, their lovely student and the cause of their ragging temptation. The problem: their son, Megumi, your best friend.

⭕️ NSFW ARTWORK OF THIS CHAPTER

𖦹 Warning tags: Gojo x Reader x Geto, threesome, married couple, Suguru and Gojo happy married couple, polyamory, Teacher-Student Relationship.

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“Fuck-…. Do your very best not to scream, baby.” The heated boy requested and a trail of kisses down your breast followed, you squeaked, and he chuckled against your belly as he kept his way down, until his wet lips kissed your sweet folds.

“Megumi-i….” you pleaded, and he smashed your heated core against his face, “where’s-where’s the timid Fushiguro?” you end up teasing.

“You make him this feral, pretty one.” You heard his husky voice muffled your folds as he ate you just as his father did hours ago. Your body squirmed, tensed and relaxed in the lapse of ten minutes straight, Megumi was as insatiable as he was agile with fingers and tongue.

“I need to-…. I need to-”

He didn't even have to finish his sentence when you spread your legs wider, presenting yourself to him and his hungry gaze.

"I said: Don't hold back, ain't I?" You reminded him, and before Megumi lost it completely to become his father’s son. Your mouth wrapped that big, awfully thick piece of meat shinning on precum inside, tasting him, licking from head to balls. Making his skin spark in thousands of goosebumps and his bones to tremble inside his body.

This was pure glory, his dream come true, this was heaven to him. Thrusting a few times inside your wet cave just to shoot a small spurt of cum right into your throat, panting and heaving himself away from you before he came completely.

“Inside you,” he ordered, and you grinned so sensually he almost came on the spot, desire shinning in your orbs made him feel more welcome than his parents the first time he met them. Fuck! You were his everything and moving your body to his liking he positioned himself between your spreads thighs to easily slip inside you, of course, after being eaten so thoughtfully the entire day, your walls almost welcome him and shaped around his girth as if he belonged inside you.

“Fuck!” Megumi growled, blissed out. “OHGOD! I’m home-”

He tasted the smile on your face as you claimed his lips to kiss him, and Megumi’s hips started slow yet quickly gain inch by inch, heroically claiming you as he thrusted -wild and feral- inside your wetness, you feel like the nicest pocket of flesh, your gummy walls pulsating around him felt devastatingly good.

Wet noises mixed with high pitched mewls from your parted quivering lips and deep grunts pour out of him from time to time as he reached deeper inside your welcoming core. 

It was lewd the barbaric way Megumi had chosen to breed you.

He doesn’t remember burying his palm in your mane to spin you around and practically shove you on top of his mattress to change positions over and over again, twisting you to his liking. 

Cannot recall wrapping your legs around him to force you to ride him, or his mouth rejoicing in your delicious pair of round breasts to have his full, squeezing and pinching the perked flesh with teeth while defiling you.

When did he started to slam full force into you, rattling the mattress as he sheath himself in your slick warmth to the hilt, still eluded him. The raven-haired devil was carelessly reordering your womb as he devotedly fed your tight lips his cock. Openly dismissing your pleas for him to go slower, to be gentler…instead, kept rocking mercilessly deep making sure to hit, brazenly and repeatedly, that special spot inside you just to see the fireworks.  

A pleased sound rumbled in his chest with contained mirth and a disturbingly stretched grin betrayed his natural compose self. 

“My sweet–sweet (Y/N)” he growled in a strained voice. Gruff fingers keeping you effectively anchored to his groin, gushing away into your resistless, subdued pussy. 

Both hands dutifully keeping you trembling hips up and ready, even after all strength had been drained and hanged limp, only secured by his greedy grasp.

“Sweet, defenseless (Y/N)…” He snarled into your neck leaning over you and clamping a hand down over your shoulder to adjust his angle just the slightest bit. “P-Precious girl...so eager to take her best friend’s cock…–” 

Dragging you with him, lifted your leg, anchoring his foot against the edge of the mattress and found his leverage to pound deeper, groaning throatily, Megumi continued to slap his loaded heavy balls against your over-used pussy, covered and dripping in their combined fluids, plump and ready with a fresh load cooked especially for his little darling.

“–Foolish (Y/N) … foolish enough to accept to have a sleepover with me… just to get railed against my bed” he licked his lips. “Do you think they are listening?” Megumi wondered and glance down at you to find you numb from the blast of pleasure. 

Your moans were those of a subjugated and defeated animal. You had been conquered by the implacable Zenin heir who stubbornly refused to give up an inch of his new territory. Thrust after thrust continued his crusade. Each one more deliciously accurate, pulling him closer to the blinding sensation of release. 

“I know they are listening…” he sounded amused and soon a quiet long, raspy moan filled the room. “I hope they are listening… paying special attention at how I fill you up so good. Fuck! I’m even putting a couple of my pups inside you tonight, baby.”

Megumi began to feel his frame grow tense; this angle was insanely perfect to him. You at his mercy, unable to deny him, incapable of dodge or hide from his grasp. Gave free rein to his corrupt essence to defile you. Megumi was taking what was rightfully his. That thought bloated his arousal, clouding what little self-restrain he had left and pistoned his narrow hips like a feral rabbit.

You, being merciless nailed to his mattress could barely breath, much less emit any coherent noise apart from low mewls of despair and the attempt of his name in your angelical, overused vocal cords. But it was more than enough to guide the man on top of you straight into his blissful reward. 

“If you fucking respect me” he warned feeling himself close, eyes rolled to the back of his head and balls tighten almost painfully. “Don’t you ever look at them again! You are MINE!”

Head pulled back, feverish cheeks and mouth hanging slightly open before a deep, long grunt echoed through the walls whilst white thick ribbons of cum washed the inside of your convulsing walls while milking every last drop out of him. 

“F-FUUUUCK!~”

A mind-blowing orgasm kidnapped all his senses, melting away what strength he had left, and the intensity of the act shook him awake with a startled gasp. 

Megumi opened his heavy lids to find himself alone in the futon right next to his bed where you still were soundly sleeping. He was a sweaty mess, soiled and dripping from his awfully vast load now painting the inside of his pants, and shame abruptly and frustratingly began to creep into his injured pride. 

“Shit! Shit!...Shit!“ he blasted quietly in anger. Another fucking dream–…he reprimanded internally while massaging the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm his erratic heartbeat. 

Am I fucking fifteen again!? 

Slowly straightening he verified that you were effectively deep sleep before sigh in relieve. 

His shirt was drenched in sweat and his cheeks were red and foggy, pants awkwardly sticking to his hot skin reminding him his cold stain of disgrace. Megumi passed a hand through his disheveled hair unsticking wet strands from his forehead and sat up in his futon getting rid of the asphyxiating covers. 

This dream was way more intense and vivid than the last ones…is this my life now? To fantasize about you like a lame pathetic loser. 

Angrily huffing, lazily hauled his shirt off and drop the heavy fabric producing a wet thud while hitting the floor, immediately feeling better when the cold air hit his warm skin. He needed to take a bath and wash his pants, personally. It was mortifying enough to cum like a teenager in private, for someone else to find out too… and he needed to do all of this before you wake up.

A knock on the door, startle him out of his obsessing mind which busy itself in repeating the dream in an insistent loop and in a compose voice replied. 

“Who is it?” 

Megumi waited and the stain in his pants grew more noticeable by the minute making him feel more anxious.

“It’s Dad, open up.”

Dammit! Dammit!... Not him, not right now.

COMING SOON PART 8....

⭕️ NSFW ARTWORK OF THIS STORY

[joedirtymadre]

Rough Night - Part 2

SUKUNA X READER!! SMUT (STILL TAKING REQUESTS)

“Mmf!” You cried out as you felt another smack on your ass. “Come on princess, I didn’t say you could stop riding,” Sukuna smirked, as you lifted yourself up slowly and slammed yourself down onto his cock. “M-Mmm!” You whined as his cock filled you up. “That’s right, keep going,” he said. “I-I can’t… too t-tired,” you panted.

Your legs were going numb. You stopped, trying to catch your breath. “Did I say you could stop?” He asked as he reached up for the back of your head. “Ah!” You let out. “Answer me,” he said firmly as he held onto your hair. “N-No,” you gasped. “Exactly, so keep going until I say stop,” he smirked as he leaned back down, placing his hands behind his head. Watching you in all your glory.

You nodded and continued picking yourself up and slamming down on his cock. “Hnnn!” You moaned. You felt a drool slide down your chin as you continued riding his large cock. “Hmmm looks like you need some help,” he smiled slyly. “Huh?” You huffed, as you felt his hands move to your hips. “S-Suku-NA~!” You cried out as you felt his hands bring your body even lower in his cock. “What? I’m just helping~” he mocked.

He continued to lift you up and slam your body hard onto his cock. Your nails dug into his chest as you felt your mind going blank. “That’s a pretty face you’re making,” Sukuna laughed as he removed his hands from your hips, and moved his right hand to grab your chin. You took this moment to catch your breath, and you slowly felt yourself fall over and land on his chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired. We just started,” he whispered into your ear, feeling goosebumps spread across your skin. “But I guess I can take the lead now,” he smirked. “Let me reward you for all your hard work,” he said as he lightly pushed you onto your back. Still gasping for air as you watched him hover over you.

You hummed once feeling him rub his cock on your lips. Slowly up and down, teasing your overworked pussy. “Who knew the cute (Y/N) would be such a slut. You’re still sopping wet,” he chuckled, as he continued. You whimpered. “But let’s take a break, you deserve that reward I mentioned,” he said as he slowly dropped down.

“W-Wait! You don’t h-have to!” You squirmed, but your squirming quickly stopped once you felt his hands grasp under your thighs. Keeping your legs in place, as he faced your lips. Goosebumps spread across your skin as you felt him leave kisses around the mess that was in between your legs. “You don’t have to be shy,” he said. “Mmmf!” You hummed as you felt him slowly move his tongue around your clit.

Your hands grasped his hair as he played with your pussy. “Sukuna!” You choked out as you felt your insides becoming electrified. His tongue swirled over your clit. You tried to pull yourself away because the pleasure was so overwhelming, but his hands kept you in place. So all you could do was twitch and squirm from his touch.

Your breath hitched, and you felt a knot in your stomach. “C-Close!” You gasped, as you pushed on his head slightly. That word only encouraged him to twirl his tongue even faster around your clit. You threw your head back in ecstasy as you felt an electric shock course through your body. Through your half lidded eyes you watched as he slowly raised up and wiped his lips. “Turn around,” he smirked.

Without thinking you followed his orders and slowly flipped yourself onto all fours. Your back arched as your face fell on the soft bed and your ass high in the air. You felt his large rough hand rub your cheek before smacking it. “Hah!” You let out. Suddenly you felt your head get yanked back as his hand grabbed onto your hair.

With no warning he quickly inserted himself. “H-Hiiie!” You let out. You felt his cock slide in and out at an unbelievable pace, causing you to squeeze around his cock. “That’s right, squeeze this cock,” he groaned as he continued fucking your pussy. Your moans and the sounds of his fucking your pussy filled your room, probably even the hallways. “…h-hope no one c-can hear” you accidentally said out loud.

Suddenly his thrusts stopped, you slowly turned around. Seeing a dark aura around him, he quickly slipped himself out. “S-Sukuna?” You called out. Suddenly you were flipped onto your back and pinned onto your bed. “Thinking of others when I’m here?” He glared, with a mischievous look in his eyes. “It was an a-accident,” you blushed. “Mhmm… I’ll make sure that won’t happen again,” he smirked as he spread his legs. You gulped, fearing the mischievous look on his face.

Once again, without any warning he thrusted his cock into your pussy. “Mmmf~” you moaned. “I’ll make it so you can’t even think of another person,” Sukuna said as he quickened his pace. You felt his cock hit deep inside you, you gasped at the sensation. “M-More!” You begged. You noticed his expression and immediately regretted it.

“Anything you want princess,” he said as he quickened his pace. “Fuck~” you moaned. God, he’s making me go crazy. “Getting tighter, huh?” He chuckled. “Just fuck me!” You said frustratedly. “So needy,” he said as he rammed your pussy. “Sukuna!” You moaned.

“S-Sukuna..! I’m gonna-“ you cut yourself off. Your breath hitched as you felt another large knot in the pit of your stomach. “Cum,” he said, and with that word you felt another shock run through your body. Your body trembled as you let out a hitched gasp.

You then felt a jolt run through your body as Sukuna thrusted deep inside of you. “I’m not done,” he smirked and continued thrusting. You threw your head back, and your legs tensed up from being so sensitive. You heard Sukuna grunt as he did one final thrust inside you, filling your insides. You were extremely exhausted as your body fell flat onto the bed.

“You’re lucky, I decided to hold back,” he chuckled. You could only let out a hum, feeling your eyelids becoming heavier. “Until next time (Y/N),” he smirked as his symbols slowly disappeared.

“(Y/N)?” Yuji questioned as he saw the scene in front of him. “H-Hi Yuji,” you panted. “That damn bastard…” he frowned. “Tired… sleepy,” you said softly. “Yep, come on let me clean you up,” he said before picking you up in bridal style. “Thanks,” you smiled. “So… who’s better?” Yuji blushed. “Me, you brat. A few months compared to millennia of experience,” Sukuna popped up on his cheek. You laughed softly at their bickering before falling asleep in Yuji’s arms.

[cozyquinn]

Not bad, old man

Hopping on the older!eddie hype here, seeing as its the only thing I've been able to write anything for recently, bloody writer's block. I'm a sucker for age gap fics, so couldn't resist going for the upper end of the age gap here- Eddie is late 40s, reader is written to be 22-24 (these ages are not mentioned in the fic but they are the ones I had in mind when writing)

A/N: I've left reader's description as bare as possible, down to not specifying what clothes are worn by reader to make it as plausible as a self-insert as possible. I hope it doesn't retract any from the fic! Not 100% happy with this one, but hope it suffices!

I have since gone back through and amended parts that perhaps could have been thought through a little better and added bits in to smooth things out a bit!

Also, I do not give permission for my work to be replicated or reposted anywhere.

summary: When Eddie agrees to resume his place in Corroded Coffin for one night as a favour to Gareth, he doesn't expect the Hideout to offer an opportunity to go home with anyone, let alone the pretty girl half his age.

warnings: 18+ smut ahead, minors DNI. Blogs interacting with this work who do not have their age in bio will be blocked.

No established timeframe, NO established relationship, older!Eddie x fem!reader, NO use of Y/N

trigger warnings for: age gap, daddy kink, use of pet names (sweet thing, sweetheart, baby, baby girl), use of 'fetish' or kink related nicknames (Daddy, Sir), p in v intercourse, oral (f receiving, mention of m receiving) spanking with hand, choking aftercare at the end! Please let me know if you find any others, but also note that this list is not exhaustive- please consume content safely and cautiously! If you don't like this kind of content, please just scroll on!

Your sober mind does little to dull out the unpleasantness of the Hideout in all its stale and smoky glory. The unfamiliar surroundings and gawping eyes of older men have you shrinking into the peeling wallpaper.

Only here thanks to the lack of excitement anywhere else mid-week in Hawkins, Indiana, and the promise that the headlining bands didn't always suck, you settle yourself comfortably against the wall.

Swearing to yourself you'd stay sober tonight, you nurse a tepid Coke -if you could call it that- in your hands, the measly dash of ice now fully melted by the heat of your hands and the heavy smoker's breath filling the room; condensation on your glass matching the slow drip of perspiration at the nape of your neck, both cooling your skin some.

A murmured voice announces the headlining band of the night, and you watch as four older men bustle on to the stage; a concoction of greying hair and fading ink that adorns the skin on show.

The band's entrance is blighted somewhat by a commotion amongst the 18-strong crowd; an elderly patron being shooed from the bar for his rather chancey grope at the band's sole groupie's backside.

On the stage, Eddie shakes his head with a smirk, remarking to himself how some things never change. The wrinkles forming around his eyes deepen as he squints into the cheap fluorescent lights blaring down on him.

Breathing in the stale air of his old stomping ground offers him a little confidence, but doesn't mask the time passed since he was last here; reminiscing on days of shooting the shit until early hours and thrashing himself across the stage until his bones ached.

He scans the room finding mostly dull eyes, only partly bothered by the presence of the aged misfits readying their instruments; the overall response not helping to calm his nerves from years of avoiding any kind of stage presence. This appearance was just a favour to Gareth, after all.

That is, until his eyes fall on you tucked quietly to the side of the room. Entirely out of place, but a gracious reprieve from the groaning oldies giving Eddie an age complex in his forties.

He feels a pang, a warmth, radiating from you across the room; he shakes the years from his heavy shoulders, only breaking your eye contact with a confident wink in your direction.

You quirk a smile up at the older metalhead on stage, his eyes glinting back in amusement as his bandmate musters up an anticipatory drumroll behind him; the rumble sent out across the floor lit a flame of energy below your feet, the vibration coaxing boldness through your bones as you sway to the music.

You keep your eyes trained on him throughout the set, darting between the silver strands scattered throughout his brown curls, his strong hands adorned with rings commanding control over the slender neck of his guitar, and the snarling twitches of his lips as he belts out vocals.

In Eddie's mind, the set goes without a hitch- minus the few misplayed notes dotted here and there from a lack of recent practice. 'Not bad for an old timer, huh', he thinks to himself.

He sets down his guitar, letting the guys know he was heading to the bar to wetten his hoarse throat.

Despite his best efforts to resist temptation -to remind himself of his seniority- he finds himself veering towards you where you'd settled on the left side of the bar, taking in your misplaced youthfullness amongst heavy smoke and wrinkled skin.

He approaches you, announcing his presence to your turned back with a kind greeting to the bartender. You turn your head just as his palm gently brushes your shoulder.

"Hey there, sweet thing. Mind if I sit here?" He says, gesturing to the seat to your right.

"Go ahead" you nod, turning to face him as he settles onto the fraying fabric and creaking wood.

"Thanks doll, the name's Eddie"

He reaches for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his chapped lips; a blush rising from your chest as you garble out your own monicker with as much composure as you can muster. A tarnished ring catches your finger as he gently pulls his hand away, electricity seering through your palm in its wake.

"I see you stuck around for the set. What'dya think?" He keeps up the conversation, a warm smile never leaving his face.

"Yeah, I saw you up there. You were pretty good, for an old man" You quirk your shoulders, a sly grin gracing your soft features as you eye him up from your periphery; doing anything to force a calm facade amongst the flurry of entirely inappropriate thoughts breaching your mind as you eye him up close.

"Oh, low blow. You wound me sweetheart" He chuckles with a hand held mockingly to his chest, any suggestion of real hurt in his voice dampened by the deep-set grin adorning his face. He continues before you can respond.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing here, anyway? Would'na taken this place to be your kind of scene"

You shrug, dipping your head to focus in on your fingers fidgeting against the cup in your hands, doing your best to hide your blush from his attentive eyes.

"I guess I was just looking for something different. I'm sick of all those hyped up bars charging twice the price and offering glorified karaoke as headline bands, you know?" You say, a mischievous glint in your eye as you watch him through your eyelashes.

This earns you a deep chuckle, the gruffness settling heavily on your chest and lighting a warmth under your skin.

"Yeah, I get that" he nods, his eyes squinting in thought for a second.

"Uh, can I get you a drink? Least I could do since you stuck around for the whole set?" Eddie's eyes light up at his own gentle humour, a kind smile settled on his lips to keep you sweet.

Smiling sweetly in thanks for the offer, you reply.

"Oh, I'm not drinking tonight. Not alcohol anyway, just sticking to whatever sugar saturated crap this is supposed to be."

You raise your half-full cup to him with a laugh, trying desperately to ignore the throb settling between your thighs with each look he sends your way.

He laughs deeply, nodding understandingly at your response. He shifts on his seat, his calloused fingers reaching to scratch at the base of his neck.

"I forgot how humid this damn place gets" His voice is hoarse with age and strain but smoothens out with a cough.

He stands, shrugging off his thinning red flannel to reveal a plethora of faded ink dotted down his arms. Your eyes settle on the slightly blownout bats rounding his forearm; wondering what else could be hiding beneath the black shirt left hugging his torso.

Your heart thumps a little harder as your eyes scan out wider, along his broad shoulders and down towards his covered navel. The heavy breath leaving your lips thickens the air around you, winding around your throat in a way you imagine Eddie's rough hand would.

You're cruelly brought out of your thoughts by the sound of Eddie's voice above you.

"Hey darlin', you got a lil bit'a drool right-" he pauses, bringing his forefinger to the corner of his upturned mouth and brushing the greying fuzz above his lip.

You bring your hand up to your face with speed, frantically wiping and prodding at your lips; your mind burning with embarassment, your cunt betraying you with a clench.

He leans down, the scratch of salt and pepper scruff along his jawline tickling your cheek as his supple lips tease the shell of your ear. A gentle whisper sending a flush from your cheeks to your gently throbbing cunt.

"I'm just teasing ya, sweetheart" He takes a small breath before continuing.

"But don't think I haven't seen you eyeing me up. Didn't your daddy ever tell you it was rude to stare?"

His words punch a gasp from your chest, and his sly grin darkens the red tinge adorning your cheeks.

With eyes wide and pupils blown, you lean back. Your mouth agape, lips lightly trembling, as you search your clouded brain desperately for a response.

Eddie beats you to it, his right hand now gently approaching your cheek, his forefinger outstretched to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear; the clench of your thighs doesn't go unnoticed.

A quiet whimper leaves your lips as he brings you closer, his rough palm now caressing your neck. His thumb gently rubs along the vein pulsing through your skin, applying enough pressure to have your eyes fluttering closed and your hands reaching up to his tousled curls for purchase.

Without a second thought, your lips are on his. Chapped against smooth, you taste a hint of settled smoke and mint. You deepen the kiss, wanting to taste more of him. His rough tongue fights with yours, experience overpowering desperation.

His hands map out the path of your body, cupping and pinching in all the right places before they settle on your ass. Experienced fingers pressing into your flesh with a delicious sting, soothed by the lick of cool metal. His lips leave yours as he trails kisses along your chin, suckling a sweet red bud into your skin where your neck meets your jaw.

His mind fights an internal battle. He knows better, you've got to be at least half his age, but the aching pulse from his cock wins over.

"How about I show you what this old man can do, huh?" He growls into your ear, pulling you up onto your tiptoes as he nuzzles his strong nose into your throat.

You squeak out a "yes", the word drawling into a squeal when his teeth nip at your soft skin.

"Was hopin' you'd say that"

With that, he's leading you towards the door, leaving behind any semblance of your control and the now-flat cola you placed clumsily onto the bar.

Your feet stumble slightly underneath you as you try to keep up. The thrash of your thighs against each other with each small misstep eliciting a feeble whine from your lips.

Disregarding the call from Gareth across the room, Eddie thrusts you both out into the crisp air; gently draping the thin material of his flannel over your shoulders as he leads you to his van parked in the lot just a few feet from the door.

Throwing himself into the drivers seat with an urgency he thought he lost in his thirties, Eddie starts the engine and whips the van out of the lot quicker than your hazy mind can keep up with.

Your pulse races to the thrum of the engine, Eddie's hand squeezing your supple thigh leaves you twitching and aching for more; thanking all that's holy for the short distance between the Hideout and Eddie's trailer when he parks up.

He helps you out of his van, his arm flexing around your waist as he half-carries you to the threshold of his front door; swinging it open gently with the rattle of rusting keys.

"Sorry sweetheart. It ain't much, but it's mine" he murmurs, lightly gesturing to the small space of his living room.

You shake your head, a whispered reassurance of his home's perfection slipping through the crack of your swollen lips, you grasp his forearms with desperation, hoping he'll feel the throb of your hole through your hands.

Eddie seems to get the message, pointing in the direction of his room, sealing his promise of joining you in a moment with a kiss.

You rush to his room, peeling your outer layers of clothing from your body, fondling your breasts and teasing the slope of your hips as you go. Unclasping your bra, you toy with the straps in a teasing game, edging yourself with fingertip caresses against your skin.

A hungry grunt behind you grabs your attention, halting your sweet touches. You turn, gently circling your shoulders to tease away the straps sitting pretty on your clavicle.

You spread your arms out infront of you, sending your bra tumbling to the floor; a gentle request for closeness, your skin screaming to be touched.

Standing in just his underwear, Eddie's eyes trace your figure from top to bottom, his chapped lips being soothed with the brush of his tongue across them; you parallel his softness with a harsh bite to your bottom lip as your eyes follow the path of his tattoos to the bulge tenting his boxers.

The only reminder of his age sits at the edge of his eyes, the lines there softening his rugged look. He gives you little time to admire his mature but toned body as, with a feralness you've never before experienced, Eddie has you pinned to the bed.

His hips hold yours to the mattress, the giration of his pelvis offering sweet, agonising relief to your swollen clit through the layers of fabric.

He pulls away, planting hot kisses down your body with a desperation unmatched, the tickle of coarse stubble against your skin soothed by the drag of his warm tongue.

As he reaches the peak of your mound, your jittering hands inch down to circle your thumbs across his cheeks. His deep brown eyes settle on you, committing your vulnerable beauty to memory.

Your fingers loop through his hair, his silver curls adorning your digits like delicate rings as you rut your hips towards him. A sweet whine is all it takes to beckon the touch of his thick fingers through the cotton modesty of your panties.

You writhe and whine, begging for more; the blush of your cunt calling to his cock like a siren's song to a sailor. A slow stream of arousal fills your panties, hollowing the material to show the empty clench of your heat.

"Please Daddy"

It's barely a whisper but Eddie hears it, clear as a bell. His eyes widen for a moment, mirroring your disbelief at the words uttered from your mouth, before he's smirking into your clammy skin.

"What was that baby? Want to repeat that for me?"

You whine, shaking your head as your desperation fights shame. You squeeze your eyes shut and plead, "please Daddy, need you"

He smirks to himself. Whispering so low you'll never hear, "Daddy kink, huh. Should've guessed that one".

Raising his voice enough to flood your senses, his words ring out.

"Sweet little girl wants more, huh?" The smirk evident in his words.

He settles a rugged finger under your chin to coax your gaze back up to his, holding you there whilst you squirm; tears brimming your stinging eyelids.

"No need to cry sweetheart, Daddy's got you" he promises with a gentle tug and pull at the waistband of your panties until they hang idly from your ankle.

He wastes no time in blessing your bundle of nerves with his experienced tongue, branding the Munson name into your skin amongst calculated figure-of-eights.

You sob sweet nothings into the heavy air as his fingers breach the cusp of your entrance. His free hand takes purchase of your chin, curling you in on yourself to watch as the tattoos decorating his knuckles disappear into your heat with a squelch.

The cold sear of his rings against your sore folds has you hissing under your breath; each plunge of his fingers offering a new sweet wetness over the shimmering metal.

You beg to repay the favour, offering him your desperate mouth, as a blinding pressure builds in your core. He reassures you "next time baby", as you soak his fingers, extinguishing the flame of the inked candle on his middle finger with your wet.

Leaving you no time to regain your breath, his mouth is on your lips, your cheeks, your throat. Plump lips caressing your skin as the throbbing head of his cock kisses your entrance.

You whine as he enters you, the stretch unholy as you adjust to his size. His heavy balls rest against your pert arse and his hazy smile tells you he's exactly where he wants to be.

"That's it baby girl. Feels good, huh? Old man still got it?"

He taunts you with your earlier jabs. The curve of his cock relentlessly prodding at your aching walls, sweetening the sting of his jeering.

Flashes of white appear in your vision with each harsh thrust of his hips and snarl from his chest, and you grind your hips further down on to his pulsing cock.

You nod frantically to answer his question, your hands caressing his still-soft skin before puncturing your nails through the swell of his shoulders.

His desperation starts to show, his calloused hands slipping beneath your backside to hold your hips at an angle. His tip kisses your cervix, punching harsh moans from your chest as his thrusts start to falter.

"Gonna cum, sweetheart. Tell me where you want it"

Your head lolls back as you whimper a pathetic "inside me Daddy, please", your own words driving you over the edge to your honey-sweet climax as you quiver beneath him.

His cock throbs inside you, each flex against your walls sending aftershocks through your spent body. His forehead rests against your breasts, both of you rapidly chasing steady breath. As you calm down, he gently removes himself from you, rubbing soothing circles into your hips to lessen the sting.

"I'll be right back babygirl", he whispers into your cheek with a kiss, leaving the room momentarily to grab a damp cloth to clean you up.

You turn to him once the rise and fall of your chest has steadied, your bleary eyes finding adoration staring back. He smiles widely at you as he pulls you in close to his side, but you're the first to speak.

"You okay?", you ask quietly with a smile, not wanting to disturb the moment.

"More than okay. How you holdin' up, sweetheart?"

You only nod in response, your gentle eyes reassuring him that you were doing just fine.

His smile widens, a mischievous glint taking form as your eyes flutter closed.

He chuckles to himself, the vibration of his chest caressing your cheek as his gruff voice fills the air again.

"Not bad for an old man, huh?"