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landopics · 2 years ago
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Daniel at the DR3 x St Hugo wine event in Sydney | 30.01.2025
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goomens · 1 year ago
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ok controversial opinion: mullet aziraphale <3
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screampied · 11 months ago
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if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕
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❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.
warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.
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breeding.
he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.
his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.
“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”
sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.
“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”
the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”
you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.
you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.
the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.
“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.
he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”
“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”
you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.
the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.
every. single. spot.
whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”
“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.
“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”
“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.
the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.
“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”
“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.
fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.
“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.
it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.
“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.
your heart, it fluttered.
nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”
“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”
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seasprincess · 3 days ago
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MDNI ☆Spencer Reid and how he eats you out…
warnings: self explanatory
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pre prison spencer/sub! Spencer
This man has no idea what he was doing the first time. You had to guide him, telling him what to do with his fingers. Where he should lick. What felt good and what didn’t.
And he absolutely loved it.
He loved it so much that when he is touching himself he’s remembering the feeling of you against his tongue. The way you were shaking beneath his touch made his heart skip. He couldn’t believe he was the one to make you feel like that. Inexperienced nerdy Spencer made a girl cum with just his tongue and fingers wasn’t a thing he thought would happen.
He’s definitely vocal while doing it to. All these little whines and moans that he can’t help but let out. Not that you mind, no you encourage it in fact.
You’d both just be kissing and then he’d look at you with those big brown eyes. Not being able to say the words of what he wants. But you know that look and just nod.
He wouldn’t be fast. No. He’d take his time, licking and sucking on the spot that gets you to react. The genius’s eidetic memory coming in use as he remembers all the things you told him feel good.
His tongue would work against your core so good. This man may be inexperienced but he knows how to please you. Almost like he did research…
He’s definitely done research.
He’d slowly grind against the bed too, trying to firm a bit of release as making you feel good is the same feeling of you touching him. He just loves making you feel good so much. So much so that he’d do this anytime you asked.
You’d practically have to pull his head away once you’ve cum. He just wouldn’t want to stop. He loves having his head in between your thighs as you hold his hand.
Just a whining moaning mess who doesn’t need anything back.
After prison Spencer/dom!Spencer
He would also be sooo good at it. This man knows how to please a woman in so many ways and this was definitely one of them.
He’d still be vocal but less whiny. More of moans and groans as your hands would pull on his curls.
He knows exactly what you like. How you like to lay, where you like his tongue the most. The speed. He has it all planned out and knows all of your turns ons and offs.
He’d be a little more rough than his former self. His veiny hands would be on your thighs, pulling them apart to make sure you’re not pulling away. He wouldn’t ever stop before you’ve cum.
He might if he was edging you. And god is that an experience if he’s edging you.
He’s be such a dick when he’s edging you. Getting you to the closest point and pulling away before muttering a “Not yet sweetheart’ before either resuming with his tongue or touching you with his fingers.
And when he’s finally let you cum he would make the most of it. Licking that up until you have to push away. Getting overstimulated.
But sometimes he wouldn’t stop. Overstimulating you(with your permission of course. He’d never do anything you protested against.) He’d keep his tight grip on your thighs as he knows if you could you’d close them. His tongue would work against your clit so goooood. He’d switch between licking and sucking as his fingers curl inside you, making you cum for the second time. Sometimes third and fourth if he’s feeling like it.
He definitely enjoys eating you out. A lot.
Sometime he’d come home from work, pulling off his tie and walking into the bedroom. You just know by the look on his face what he wants. And he’d just end up in between your thighs. Taking away the stress of the day with his favourite woman.
rafe cameron coming soon
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rubiehart · 11 months ago
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Jj teaching inexperienced reader how to make themselves orgasm
do u know how much i love this request anon…
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you’ve got two fingers stuffed into your weeping cunt, jj’s laying down next to you on his side, fingers wrapped around your wrist as he guides yours. he notices your pout as you look his way, and he nods with understanding.
“nah, you got it c’mon. curl ‘em up a little.” he motions with his own hand, you nod and curl your fingers up until you feel a squidgy pad, squeaking out in surprise and looking to jj for confirmation.
he chuckles and kisses your temple. “think you found it, babe.” and you smile a little. he nods for you to continue and you’re dumbfounded. “try bring ‘em in and out a little, let ‘em hit the spot.” you do so and your head instantly drops back against the pillows, widening your legs subconsciously.
“yeahh, goooood girl.” he praises lowly as he reaches over to rub tight little circles on your clit. “you got it lil mama.” as you whimper, your movements slowing down a little.
“cum for me baby, i got you.” you whine out loudly as you clench around your own fingers, milky white spilling over your hand as you pant into jj’s shoulder, his movements on your clit slow but don’t stop as he rides out your high for you, figuring you couldn’t do it yourself in your dazed state.
“did that feel good?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction as you nod, soft smile on your face as he smirks, pouncing on you and rolling himself on top as you giggle. “‘imma make you feel ‘real good now, so proud ‘o you mama.” whilst littering kisses all over your neck.
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onelittlespiral · 1 year ago
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How about a jock twinning tf?👀
Looking alike, talking alike, then thinking alike
FML: Match
He never really stood a chance. The moment he walked into our new apartment together his days were numbered. No guy, and I mean no guy, can resist me for long. How could they, when it just feels so good to be me. He tried though. That first week he was a real prick. He would complain about my stuff everywhere, scoff at my friends, and try to cover up my scent. But 24/7 with me around starts to have an effect. I caught him picking up my stuff and stealing a quick sniff before throwing it in my room. The candles sat abandoned in his room. A pair of my boxers went missing. I finally caught him on week three. He was sitting, zoned out in the living room. It’s always so cute the first time they try to embrace it. Sprawled out on the floor, my boxers loose around his legs, hat backwards on his head. He already had a little beard going.
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He didn’t even bother getting up when I came in. He was lost in the scent of me, and his body was trying everything to become what it was not.
“Get up!” His body came to as he snapped to attention. He tried making excuses, his face was a mix of confusion and horror at what he was wearing.
“I am so sorry, I have no idea… what’s happening? What are you doing to me?!?”
“I’m just living it up bro, you’re the one sitting in my underwear. You trying to be all of this?” I flexed my biceps in front of him, watching his body begin to pulsate. “Just flex bro. Let it out, let me out.” His arms curled and posed, copying my form. His forearms exploded with muscle, as he began to shout:
“No, please, let me go.”
“You can leave at any time, you just have to want to.” I struck another pose, popping my pecs and flexing my abs. He moved in unison with me, his stomach sucking in as abs pushed out. Pecs punched out of his chest with force as his torso stretched to copy mine.
“Please… I don’t want this. Why- how are you doing this?”
“It’s easy little bro,” I sat into a deep squat. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lower body erupted. Muscle tore through him, filling out calfs, thighs, and ass all at once. “I’m what every guys wants, what everyone craves to be. My scent, my hormones, my whole aura has been filling you for weeks. I’ve been inside. You’ve just got to let me out. Now,” I stood back up, his body parodying along like a puppet. His body was ready, even when his mind was not, “FLEX.” I hit a double-bicep pose.
“Ah…AuGH-AHHHGAUH!”
I was let loose from inside him.
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It was like looking in a mirror. Fuck, I’m a stud. He was spacing out:
“Bro… no, fuck. Why, why do I sound like that?”
“You’re getting the full package little bro. You are going to look, sound, smell, think, and fuck just like me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
He shuddered in response. Immediately his cock began swelling, snaking down his leg. His mind was saying no but his body was saying yes. By now his balls were pumping him full of my hormones, invading his mind and filling him with my horny thoughts. Hands gripped his cock as he began jerking off in front of me, speeding up his transformation. Drool dripped from his open mouth and rolled down his chest.
“No, please. Why-why does it… feel…so…goooood? Hu-ungh-uhhhHHHh…”
He was riding the waves of pleasure as they engulfed his brain. He never stood a chance against me, but it was still so hot to watch him submit to his fate. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and slowly I watched the lights go out upstairs. He was just like me now. No, better. He was me now. It was time. I walked up and pulled his hands from his cock, and replaced them with mine. I furiously began jacking him off as his brain short circuited and he just writhed in pleasure.
“Ha-hahu-ugh-huhuhuhuuuu-uHH-“
I leaned in, and planted one kiss on his sweaty brow and commanded:
“Now CUM.”
Instantly he let loose, hitting the back wall. It covered my hands, just adding to the lubrication as I finished him off. Rope after rope flew across the room, until he was shooting blanks still thrusting against my hands. He slowly slumped to the floor
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“How you feeling bro?” I asked him
“Huuuuuuh…fuck bro I’m spent. You’re a god. How do you manage to get that much out of me every time?”
I chucked a bit. “I know all the right buttons to push bro. I just do what I would do to me.”
“God, I’m not gonna be horny for a week”
“Pfft, knowing you? I give it an hour.”
“God we’re so hot bro…”
The comment caught me a bit off guard. Did he… no. There wasn’t any part of him left that would know what just happened to him. I leaned in and gave my new doppelgänger a kiss:
“Yeah we are, bruh.”
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agendabymooner · 1 year ago
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SOMETHING DIFFERENT !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)
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summary: oscar piastri wasn’t usually like this, but she was so lost in her feeling that all she could do was listen to him.
content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mean dom!oscar (heavy on dom), fingering, brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, short smut because i just wrote this lol
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it was as if she had lost her lungs from writhing and whining. 
her legs violently shook as she came for the fifth time tonight, her eyes glistening with overwhelming pleasure and her mouth letting out nothing but a silent whine. her body was on fire from the endless orgasms she had gotten through the night.
yet oscar piastri kneeled in front of her with his thick cock still stiff as ever, his chest rising as his head beaded with sweat. he looked at her as if he hadn’t just fucked her brain out for ages. 
he wasn’t usually like this. he looked like a man on a mission— a mission to give his girlfriend endless orgasms until she’s unable to walk for a whole month. he just came home from a long double header and here he was now— waiting for her to calm a little bit before his fingers started to touch her glistening cunt again.
he watched her cunt clench around nothing, licking his lips when her cum dripped down to her puckered hole. his fingers slowly pressed and rubbed on her clit, eliciting a mumble of, “too much, ‘scar,” from his partner as he shushed her softly. 
he wasn’t like this. he would’ve allowed himself to cum after she’d cum all over his mouth and fingers— now he expected her to cum all over his cock repeatedly and have her beg for it. 
he wasn’t this demanding either. if anybody would dare ask what the fuck happened to the quiet and polite oscar, his girlfriend would answer with a shrug… should she come back from her high by then. 
“gonna fuck you more, baby,” he murmured, his fingers traced on her lips before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. 
she squealed, “o- oh! fuck!” pressure built up in her lower stomach as oscar’s fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. 
“oscar, ‘s too much, too- hah! fuck! ‘s too much!” her legs began to kick away from him, but his other hand had pushed her down to where she was and his fingers relently fucked her cunt. 
“you got one more,” he muttered and looked at her firmly, “stay still.”
“os- it’s too much! please!” she pleaded. she didn’t even know what the fuck she was pleading for. all she knew was that her body was desperately writhing under his touch and her cunt was throbbing around his fingers. 
he tsked, “you have more in you, baby. don’t lie to me.”
“‘m not,” she sobbed, her voice jumping an octave as she cried out, “fuck— i’m cumming again, fuck fuck! shit~”
he crooned, “see? you’re a good girl f’me aren’t you?”
“fuuuuck~ oscar, please,” her eyes were shut tightly as she begged, “i’m gonna— oh my goooood~ can i-“
“can you what, princess?” oscar’s face feigned innocence, yet his thoughts were nothing but sinful as he smirked and fucked her. “tell me. can you what?” 
“can i- i-“ she was running out of words, eyes were letting go of her tears. 
she wasn’t sure if she hated this version of oscar or not. because oscar trusted her enough to show this side of him— the more assertive and dominant one. she loved him, really. 
but god was she so fucking frustrated that he wouldn’t finish her thought process already. he wouldn’t just tell her immediately to cum before she could even say it. he was fucking her relentlessly with his fingers and he was still expecting her to answer. 
she whined, uttering incoherent words as oscar tutted and demanded quietly, “i can’t read minds, baby. tell me what you want.” 
yet she let nothing out, whining and shaking against his touch.
then… nothing. 
she almost cried when the pressure in her stomach faded away immediately, her eyes opening quickly as he looked at her with sheer disappointment in his face. 
she babbled, “b- but-“ 
“you weren’t listening, baby,” he laughed mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss that contrasted with his cruel words, “i told you. if you can’t tell me what you want i’m not gonna give it.” 
“os-“ her lips formed a deep pout as oscar scoffed. she was just so fucked out— she couldn’t find herself to even argue. 
“you should’ve tried harder, princess,” he murmured, “i would've let you cum again. and again. and again.” 
“but you didn’t listen,” he tutted again and clicked his tongue. “you’re so spoiled that you thought you could easily get things that you want without telling me, hm?” 
“‘s a good thing ‘m here,” oscar pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock prodding at her wet cunt. 
she whimpered at the feeling, wriggling against him before his hand slapped the side of her thigh. the impact left her moaning as he muttered, “you better start asking sweetheart— or else ‘m gonna have to fuck the word ‘please’ out of you.” 
so much for a quiet, polite man. 
he was so different that she wasn’t sure if she had the answer for the sudden change, either. all she knew was that she needed to behave and be vocal if she wanted to cum on his cock. 
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princessbrunette · 1 year ago
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kinktober : oct 12th
anakin skywalker x sex pollen
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he thought maybe you were drunk, from the way you were rambling at him, slurring at him, pawing at him. his eyes moved faster than his ears, taking in the way your smaller hands grasped his wrists, your eyes pink and hazy with barely anything but pupil on display. you were tearful, warm to the touch, bottom lip wet and swollen. his eyes linger a moment too long.
his ears catch up, and you’re begging in a tone he hasn’t heard leave you before. your voice is whining, broken, pathetic almost.
“please it—t’was an accident ani b-but I need you, need your help n’need to just— need to feel better!” you’re practically crying, attempting to drag him further into the apartment where he stands rooted in the hallway, having flown over to your home when you’d called him. he places a warm hand on your cheek hoping to soothe you, but it seems that any touch from him only made you more frantic.
“shh, hey — listen. you’re gonna have to slow down. tell me what’s going on?” his brows are furrowed, expression serious and protective and it nearly makes your knees buckle. you swallow, trying hard to concentrate and breathe to get your thoughts in order.
“was at the market on the lower levels, n’i know you told me not to go there ani b-but—” you whimper and he nods, urging you to go on. “but they were selling these plants, and the pollen was just blowing everywhere and — and it made me feel funny — and now i’m home and i— i need you, i need you to fuck me.” the last part is punctuated by you grabbing at the collar of his robes, staring up at him with so much desperation it was hard to say anything but yes.
he sighs, oddly calm as he runs a hand over his face, nodding in understanding. every little mannerism he performed was painfully more attractive than usual, leaving you standing before him shivering and whimpering over nothing, clenching your thighs together.
“told you to be careful baby, look at the state you’re in.” he sighs, guiding you by your lower back into the bedroom. he has you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he really wanted to do to you. “lay back, show me the problem sweetheart.”
he’d helped push your dress up to your stomach and peeled your underwear off, in disbelief at the mess before him. you’re crying now, clenching around nothing as you spread your legs, snitching on the copious amounts of slick coating your lips and inner thighs. your hands grip your own thighs holding them apart as you tremble, sniffling sadly. he settles down on the bed beside you, trying to stay calm to not work you up. “alright baby, there you go.” he sedates you quietly with rubbing your clit with his thumb, the sensitivity making you mewl and tremor like you were already seconds away from cumming.
“got it bad, don’t you sweet girl? i’m sorry i wasn’t there.” he scoffs, but not in a mocking way— moreso in a kind and slightly guilty way, his tone apologetic yet lighthearted in a way that only anakin could pull off. “oh, i know.” he pouts when you cry.
he stuffs two long fingers into your hole, curling them up against your soft spot exactly when you need him. he’s skipping all the teasing today, knowing his girl needs him to give her what she wants. he usually works you open with one finger and then adds the other, but it appears the plant induced frenzy you were in had inspired your very own pollen between your legs, making it easy for his thick fingers to slip right in.
“what would you do without me coming to look after you like this, hm? taking time out of my busy jedi schedule to finger fuck my girl when she gets herself wound up. goooood girl.” he praises when you go limp for a while, brain seeming to be on another planet as you let the pleasure possess you, being able to think of nothing but his fingers.
but soon, it wasn’t enough — and when you reach out to paw at his crotch, muttering “s’not enough, need more.” like a crazy person, you’re not surprised to find him already fully hard beneath your palm, ready to give you what you need.
“you’re lucky us jedi have such good stamina,” he smirks after pulling out his thick cock and sitting on his feet on the bed, suddenly manhandling your ass to rest on his thighs, prodding your entrance with his fat pink mushroom tip. “i have a feeling i might need it tonight.” he’s grinning now in that classic charming anakin skywalker way, sinking his length into you completely.
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creeksandsocks · 2 days ago
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Seven Minutes in Heaven
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Eddie Munson X F!Reader
Tags: Fluff, kissing, parties, drinking, dubcon (just in case, Eddie was drinking in the fic but not drunk and they were apprehensive as they entered the closet) [3.8k words]
A nervous game of seven minutes in heaven make your first high school party memorable.
A high school party - it’s really not a big deal. A rite of passage for some, most, even. But, when you're a senior and you're about to attend your first, it seems like a pretty damn big deal. You cannot believe that Robin was able to convince you to go to this thing, Maggie McCoor’s party, with her, let alone be the designated driver. But you love Robin, Robin loves you. And she claims, given she had her license and you had one opportunity to talk to your crush out of marching-band uniform, she'd do the same thing for you.
No matter who will be at the party, though there is someone that you’d like to show off to, you want to look nice. If someone didn’t know better, anyone could mistake the mess in your closet that came from picking an outfit with a small twister whirling through your room. You’ve redone your hairstyle thrice, now and you're on the verge of banging your hairbrush against your head until it breaks. But, on your fourth try your hair is parted and wispies fall in a way that you decide satisfies you. You re-pierce your healed ears with cheap silver hoops, before putting on your shoes. Reeboks, they've had better days for sure. Because, unfortunately, the wear and tear of killing multidimensional monsters is not kind to shoes. But, they're cute enough to do with your dress, which is strapless (brave of you), and will survive whatever escapades you’ll get up to as the night wears on.
Right as you pull up in front of the Buckley’s, Robin is bursting down the pathway. Hands spayed against herself to keep her unbuttoned vest from allowing her body heat to escape. Before she even buckles her seatbelt she's urging you to punch it “Okay let's gooo!!!” she urges “Vickie might be there now, I cannot miss a second of being there without her. Can you imagine? The only time you've ever seen your crush is in a two foot tall marching band hat?”. She speaks with no pauses, stopping only when she runs out of air and pulls the seatbelt over her chest. “I mean c’mon really those things are like chastity belts!” she continues and you put off her nervous rambling “Robin, you look great”, you assure her “Vickie will think so, too”. She's brought down to earth by what you say, you were able to read between the lines of everything she said and comfort on the one thing she was most worried about. “Thanks” she admits, and takes a deep breath, probably the first one since she jumped into your car, “you too. He’s gonna think you look good, too”.
You abruptly top your car at the stop sign, jerking robin around in your passenger seat at what shes implying. You turn your face to her and poorly lie before easing your foot off the break. “Idunnowhatyourtalkinganouyt”. Robin sighs and curls her knees up, placing the bottom of her converse on the dashboard. “Oh my goooood” she groans, “I mean COME ON! Eddie obviously likes you and you're clearly…” she gestures trying to find a unique phrase “pink in the cheeks for him”. Raising your eyebrow at her shity idiom, “whatever. I mean- I'll make you a deal. I'll be brave tonight with Vickie if you make a move on Eddie”. You run your tongue behind your teeth, tracing the outlines of your molars as you mull over what she's proposing. You do have a burning crush on Eddie; and, while you don't want to be too sure in assuming he has the hots for you too, he does seem a little flirty whenever you see him. Besides, you’re not even going to a rager, anyways. It's more band kids, nerds and geeks listening to The Talking Heads that you and Robin know by association anyways - so if any advances you make do happen to be sourly rejected at least it's not going to be entertainment for Jason Carver.
 “Fine” you decide, “I get that rejection for you is worse for me, socially, in the grand scheme of things Rob”, you level with her. Because, it's not the same. A girl being rejected by a guy sucks and surely wouldn't make you be labeled as any less of a freak. But, being outed for confessing to the wrong person could be genuinely dangerous for Robin, especially in a widely close-minded town like this. “But,” you continue, “you have to try, too. You can’t bail out if you sutter or accidentally create an innuendo”. Robin sighs and holds her hand out to you, you remove one hand from the wheel and awkwardly twist it to solidly shake her hand. At that, your deal has been sealed. 
You slide your Chevrolet Citation into an empty parking space on CartersVille Dr. Parking a three minute walk from Maggie’s, all the closer spots were occupied by cars of other teens who were more eager to get to the dinky supply of beer. You check yourself in your sunshade mirror, checking for mascara crumbles under your eyes before flipping it up. Robin moves your bag from the passenger side floor and plots it into your lap. She unbuckles and tries to pep talk you both “Now or never”.
The cool night air is refreshing, soothing the biting nervous blush at your cheeks. You're close enough to the house now that you can hear music blasting from the bottom of the long driveway. “Okay: gameplan” Robin starts, “I need you to be my crutch tonight, just for a little bit. Help get the conversation grooving between me and her and then maybe dash off? I'll be your wing woman too, promise”. You nod as you listen to Robin, taking in all the aspects of her rambled plan.
Maggie’s paneled front door is cracked open. The act relives the uncomfortable ‘knock or just enter’ dilemma that is often commonly debated from porches at parties. Pushing in, music blares. Thankfully you recognize The cassette playing and it lures you in. With Robin following closely behind, you snake through the party, which is more crowded than Robin promised, and softly wave at every familiar face you pass. Once you reach the kitchen you slow your pace. You tell Robin to grab whatever drink she’d like ‘cause you're driving and you reach into the cooler beside you to grab a Pepsi. You carefully eye your best friend as she wanders over to the drink table, settling in a spot just besides Vickie. They seem to make small talk, debating mixers for their shitty cocktails when someone taps your shoulder.
You look over and are greeted by the near angelic face of Eddie Musnon. He’s cradling two solo cups to his chest as he leans in close to greet you. A pang of hurt hits your heart as you imagine that one of those cups could be for a girl, possibly even a date. Someone who's decidedly not you. But your eyes are drawn back up as he leans in to speak, “I didn’t know you were coming! I’m glad you did - I'm kinda lonely anyways. Doug handed his cup off to me so he could go play beer pong with some transfer student. "He's punctuated by a cheer in the other room, rowdy kids exacerbated at the idea that their friends are going to chug a glass of cheap beer. You're relieved to learn that the second cup Eddie’s holding is just for his friend, not for a girl.
You angle up towards his ear “I’m kinda playing wingman too, yaknow?”. Eddie nods and takes a swig from his cup, he winces at the taste, pulling the corners of his mouth down but offers some to you, anyways. As the music changed you responded to him near yelling “Thanks but I gotta drive later”. Eddie makes a sympathetic face at that “damn you really got screwed - designated driver and wingman. Or, wing…woman?”. You both laugh at his poor joke and he questions you “hey- who’s Robin after anyways?” You’re saved from an awkward conversation trying to explain why you can’t tell Eddie who Robin’s after because Doug comes galloping into the room. “Ed c’mon man” he slurs “im getting my ass beat in there, Jeff’s no good”. Eddie makes a disappointed sound at the fact that he's being literally dragged away from you. He mouths ‘sorry’ just before he disappears into the living room where beer pong is going at full speed.
Robin saunters over to you with a knowing look “what were you saying about him not liking you? He looked like a kid who dropped his ice cream when he was being dragged away from you”. You gently shoulder her as she leans on the counter next to you. “So vickie” you interrupt “awkward?”. Her face lights up, “actually one of our most successful yet! Aaand I got more proof that we’re perfect together: she likes grenadine, too”. You respond flatly “wow a match made in heaven” before you’re unsurely dragged onto the dancefloor by robin's side.
You're working up a sweat, dancing in a small group with Robin, Vickie and Eleanor from psych. You're all having fun, twirling around and bumping into each other while a curated mixtape fills the room. You turn to Robin, about to let her know you’re gonna run and grab some water when Maggie herself grabs you and Elanor by the biceps. She drunkenly leads you away from the dancing in the living room and into the grandeur of her dining room. The lights actually being turned on is a shock from the soft lamplight of the living room and many faces, some familiar, some not, crowd around the table; all chairs are occupied so many just press themselves against it. “Alright!” Maggie starts, pulling you and Eleanor up next to her at the head of the table, “Two more girls so that's…” she quietly counts to herself “... Even! Alright let's play!”. “Play?” you question Maggie, unsure about what's going on. She flips her head between you and Eleanor “Guys, seriously? Seven minutes in heaven! Were gonna spin the bottle and whoever it lands on is who you play with”. “No!” both you and your new acquaintance say. You continue, “I don’t want to, this is so lame”. Maggie side eyes you “C’mon, you're not a chicken are you?”. This catches the attention of everyone at the table who starts making chicken sounds. Anxiety of public humiliation is hitting you hard. You wipe your sweaty palms on your dress and scan the room, some douchebags, some people you've never seen before, some of the people around the table are nice, even. But, they aren’t who you want to kiss. He is perched in the archway of the living room, with Doug and Jeff beside him white knuckling as he watches you be embarrassed. Deciding it might be worse to just jett out now than to sneak up to a closet with a stranger and confess you don’t want to kiss, you calculate the probability that you’ll even be picked. 
There's about eighteen of you at this huge oak table, half are girls, anyways - these close-minded high school kids won't expect you to actually kiss. “Fine.” you agree, and avert your gaze, deciding that picking at your freshly painted nails is more interesting than all the hungry boys at the opposite end of the table. Maggie claps her hands excitedly before she leans forwards and delivers instructions. “Okay people - here's how it’s gonna go: one lucky player will spin the bottle, whoever it lands on will go in pairs to a closet, there are three in my house, so three couples at a time, and they will do whatever they want to each other for seven minutes. But, when the time's up the door is getting opened if you're in the act or not, capiche?”. Nods and hums are made from around the table as the game gets started.
Eric, who you know from chemistry two years ago, is picked to go first. His buddies encouraged him to ‘get some’ after his recent break up. He leans forward on the table and twirls the brown glass beer bottle. The room is silent with anticipation, you will do it with your mind to avoid you - if you’re lucky you'll be able to not be picked for all three rounds then disappear under the guise of needing to pee. Your wishing works! The neck of the bottle is pointing in a straight shot at Staci Meyers. She clasps her hands over her mouth and is pushed over to Eric. Dramatic oohs fill the room as they are guided into an upstairs closet. The girl who was just standing next to Staci, Milia, is picked to go next. The room goes silent again as the bottle twirls and lands on Pete Michelson. The room stays silent, besides a few gasps. Pete has a girlfriend and she's not here tonight. But, the room cheers on his infidelity when he stands up from his chair and rushes into the closest closet with staci in close pursuit.
The scandal seems to rile up the room even more, and you even feel a little excited to see what couple is getting paired up next. But, all excitement sinks from you when a finger is pointed your way. “Hey, why don’t you go? Learn it's not all that bad”. You look up slowly and realize the finger is pointed at you. All eyes are turned your way waiting for your response. You have a reputation for being a bit weird, some of the people in this room even perpetuate rumors. You being spotted hanging out with Eddie this year hasn’t helped with name calling either. You don’t really want to, but you don’t wanna be seen as a scaredy cat. So, you begrudgingly reach forward and spin the bottle.
Your blood runs cold as it whirls around in the center of the table, anticipation at an all time high. You can’t peel your eyes away from it, nervously predicting who it will land on as it slows its spinning. But, it isn't that simple. The bottle lands facing the entryway of the living room, nestled a perfect distance between Sammy B. and Dominic F. The room silently makes eye contact, debating which one you’ll be paired up with. You secretly hope it’s Dominic. He's the sweeter guy out of the two, Sammy is a total stuck up guy who thinks he's cooler than you for liking The Graduate and The Velvet Underground. “WAIT”, an unrecognizable voice blares out. “IT'S POINTED AT THE FREAK!”. You follow the line made by the neck of the bottle and it’s pointed exactly at Eddie. The room erupts in hoots and hollers, more debates forming if you should even be paired with him- he wasn’t even playing the game. But, the unrecognizable voice, who you later find out is an asshole from bio, continues. Seering “it’s fate. Freak king and freak queen!”. You're being urged by everyone in the room to an equally mortified Eddie. He hasn’t moved a muscle from the shadowed corner of the dining room since you spun the bottle. Waiting patiently for whoever you kiss to become his mortal enemy.
Stumbling while being shoved you and Eddie and shoved into the final unoccupied closet in the house. It sits at the end of a hallway, just next to the living room blaring music.
The insulation of unused coats and snow pants immediately muffle the blastic music that floods in from the living room. The random muscle man who herded you and Eddie into the closet smirks and wishes you both good luck before slamming the door shut and clicking off the lights from outside.
Though a light pounding of music is still heard, it feels silent in the coat closet. The toes of your Reeboks touching Eddies in the cramped space is the only reminder that you're not in here alone. You're not even sure either of you have breathed when he breaks the silence. “I’m sorry”, he says smally and earnestly. “What?” you give a confused look to pair with the phrase but it’s lost to the darkness. “I mean I'm sorry that you… have to kiss me. I mean, like I assumed you wanted Dominic? I mean- that Sammy guy next to him is an asshole”. He trails off and stops when you speak. “Don’t be”, you say - reassuring Eddie “I don’t know those guys, anyways. I honestly feel like you're my best-bet situation. Unless, there was someone else you wanted to go with?”, you cross your fingers in the dark, hoping that there wasn’t someone else he wanted. He laughs to himself and continues. “Um, actually, there is someone I wanted to go with”. Your heart drops and your mouth shuts. You cross your arms in front of yourself, trying to physically shield your breaking heart. He goes on like he doesn't notice “I didn’t even play because I thought the only girl I wanted to join wasn't gonna play”. You drop your arms to your sides again, and try to play it cool that your swinging arm uncool knocks into a clothes hanger. He takes a deep breath, steading himself before he finishes his confession “I wanted it to be you”.
Your entire body springs up at what he says, you process his words - wanting to make sure you're not about to completely embarrass yourself. But, you can’t find any other ways to process what Eddie says. You still can’t believe it. “You like me?”, you quietly say, into the darkness of the closet. The closet replied sheepishly “Yeah. I do - since the beginning of the year”. Jumping at the opportunity, you confess back. “Seriously? Because… because I like you too”. Eddie reassures you “seriously” he promises.
Moving on pure instinct you place your hands on his shoulders. At the motion he softly wraps his arms around your waist, ghosting over your body. You raise onto your toes and slowly try to find his lips with yours. When you softly kiss him, he doesn’t seem to respond. Only sucking in his breath. But then, he reminds you why heaven is in the name of the game. He’s kissing you back, arching his neck, chasing your mouth, pulling you closer as you two slam against the walls of the closet, pushing each other around in the confined space while desperately trying to get closer.
Being blindfolded by the dark closet gives you confidence - you focus on what you feel versus what you look like. Running your hands over the texture of his shirt, twisting loose threads between your fingers and gently caressing the top of his muscular back. You’re hungry for him, his lips pressing into yours. Hips shoving each other around. He cradles your face, you appreciate the unsure heat of his mouth, his sweaty palms cupping your face. Because you’re sharing your first kiss, and you’ve just been shoved into a strangers closet, things stay sweet. Tongues are kept behind cages of teeth as you mush faces. Pecking and slobbering as you appreciate the moment as much as you can. Kissing him feels like a dream come true. you're completely lost in the moment. Moments, actually. But you don’t realize how much time you’ve spent with him in the closet until he door swings open and a bright flash illuminates you both.
Eyes recovering from the flash, you take in the scene before you. A fraction of the party game participants crept down the hallway and waited until seven minutes was up. Then they’re ambushing you, ripping the coat closet open and snaking a polaroid camera into the space, capturing whatever they walk into before anyone’s been given the chance to process it. Pairs of wide eyes meet yours, shocked to find out you two were actually getting up to something raunchy in the closet. All their other attempts to catch closet goers in the act were futile - they had either snuck out or were found on separate corners of the confined space arguing.
You’re suddenly mortified - not that you’ve been caught kissing Eddie, but that you've been caught kissing anyone. Your quiet shielded moment will be the talk of the town once the polaroid develops. Rumors travel fast in Hawkins - if that photo gets out you're sure to be labeled a slut overnight, a stark contrast from previously being called other baseless names. You're still wrapped up with Eddie, pressed against his chest even though you've tilted to face the door, now. You feel like a celebrity being spotted by the paparazzi, questions flying at you from all around.
‘Are you guys dating?’, ‘wait I didn’t see? What did they do’, ‘did he do a fucking virgin sacrafice, ‘no way I need to see that photo’. You're still in shock, still not yet fully processing that you were kissing Eddie let alone all the questions bombarding your space. Eddie takes it upon himself to step in front of you. Shielding half your body from questions as he tries to scan for an escape. Avoiding the prying questions purposefully or not. You're panicking, being unsure what to do, push through the crowd of teenagers? There's about eight, couldn't it be too hard? Close the door? But you don’t even need to decide on a plan when you hear the scratchy voice of your best friend in the back of the group. She's honed in on the polaroid that has been passed back, eyes eagerly awaiting the photo to develop. As oohs and awes spread through the group you know your forms are starting to come into view. “Can I see that?” Robin asks, acting like she's part of the group eager to get a view of the scandalizing photo “Thanks!”. She grasps the polaroid tight in her hand and starts booking it down the hallway.
She thanks god that she’s a soccer team captain, stamina from previous grueling drills fueling her as she barrels it down the hall, nearly slamming into the wall while turning the corner. A drunk stampede follows her, shouting for the image, clambering down the hallway but accepting defeat as she disappears into the crowd of dancers in the living room. Clutching hands you and Eddie look at eachother, silently agreeing to follow before you push through following after Robin.
You’re eventually able to catch up to Robin just outside the front door, her hands are braced on her thighs as she bends over, panting as she catches her breath. She wordlessly hands you the slightly crumpled polaroid before Vickie storms out with a plastic water bottle in hand. Handing it to a thankful Robin and rubbing her back as she slowly guzzles it down. Now fully developed, and just slightly crumpled, you examine the polaroid. Thankfully the photo isn’t too scandalizing. Though clearly a candid photo, it's a sweet image of you two in the closet. Motion blur from being taken by unsteady hands makes the photo slightly blurry. But, you can clearly tell it's an image of you both kissing. 
Eventually, the photo can be found taped up on your vanity mirror. It often watches you as you get ready for dates with your boyfriend, Eddie.
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darthgloris · 1 year ago
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2AM THOUGHTS #8: unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi
The first time you saw Darth Vader in person, you were pleasantly surprised: you thought he would be this disfigured shell of a man that couldn't tell right from wrong, just another Sith with a mangled and scarred face.
But, oh, my God, was he the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.
From his sharp jawline to his slightly upturned nose to his cheekbones that seemed to be carved in marble, even the scar over his eye was attractive. And his eyes, his tantalising crystal blues had this intensity to them, this determination. It made your knees wobble for a split second, and it distracted you enough to almost get you shot.
From then on, at every battlefield you and him exchanged innocent glances that soon turned into eye-fucking, and at some point you began engaging in lightsaber duels. The tension was so palpable, it could be cut with a knife.
Now you were nervous, to say the least. The first time you and your troops would be engaging in combat on the Death Star, Vader's official station. You didn't want to fail the Rebellion, and you trusted that the ambition and importance of the undertaking would help you fight more efficiently.
The battle didn't go at all how you expected it to.
"Ahh, fuck, angel..." Vader groaned, relentlessly pounding you from behind. Your cheek was smushed against the wall, drool dripping out of the corner of your mouth with every mewl, and your breasts were pressed flush into the cold surface of the wall. His scent was rubbing off all over you, almost as if he wanted to mark his territory, his broad shoulders swallowed your smaller figure as his embrace engulfed you entirely, each snap of his hips made the metal shelves of the closet room creak and stutter with the sheer force of his movements.
"Vader..." you sobbed, one hand gripping the shelf to keep you grounded to reality while the other rested against the wall for stability. It felt like each time he pulled out, he dragged out your whole spine with him.
"Listen to you, moaning my name like a bitch in heat. Bet you want everyone hearing who's fucking you, huh?" He grinned, pawing at your breasts through your robes. The way his armour brushed against your back made you shiver, the feeling of his large frame turning you on more, if that was even possible. "Only a whore like you could have left her own troops alone just to get fucked good. I mean, how do they even take you seriously?"
You let out a loud cry at the words, whimpering and babbling his name. "Shh, quiet down for me, angel. Don't want anyone to see what belongs to you, do you?" You could only manage to shake your head, your brain could barely compose a coherent thought. He was fucking you too good.
"Good fucking girl..." he groaned, soft growls rumbling deep within his throat as his hips slapped harder against your ass.
"Vader... I- I'm close..." you stuttered. In a swift movement, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, pushing your back against the wall as he shoved his cock in your entrance once again and slammed into you impossibly harder, making you inhale sharply and bite your fist to keep from screaming.
He grabbed your jaw with a surprisingly gentle grip, "Look at me, baby girl. I want you to look me in the eyes while you cum."
You gazed into his icy blues, a passionate sparkle to them as he stared back into your own eyes, and you felt your climax growing closer by the second. He brought his hand down to circle your clit and toyed with the wet folds, the pad of his thumb prodding at your sensitive pearl.
The overstimulation made you sob as the coil in your lower stomach finally snapped, making you cling to his shoulders as your hips curled repeatedly. "That's it, goooood girl..." Vader drawled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as your warmth flooded all around him. His thrusts grew sloppier and his cock throbbed inside you, indicating he wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck- angel, you're gonna make me cum..." his voice cracked as his breathing picked up.
With a last particularly knee-weakening plunge, he threw his head back and groaned, this time slightly higher in pitch, and his aggressive bucking mellowed into soft strokes as he gritted his teeth in pure bliss while he rode out his high.
Vader sighed and slumped into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as his chest heaved with passion and intensity. "That was... fucking... amazing..." he nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. "My perfect girl..."
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l0relaii · 1 month ago
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reader riding josh sloooow and steadyy, while josh smokes. either cigarettes or weed. he feeds some puffs to reader as well with his own hand of course…yum
this is.. perfect..
it's late at night. outside it's raining very heavily.
you can hear the rain drops hitting the glass of your bedroom window
you're straddling josh while he smirks at you
"come on bae.. you know what to do.."
and you do. you wrap your hands around his cock lifting yourself a bit to nudge him at your entrance
he bites his lip while reaching for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on his nightstand
you sink down on his twitching length with a small whimper
"fuck.. josh i told you to quit smoking inside-"
he takes a cigarette out of the pack and places it between his lips before answering
"d'you want me to open the window babe?"
you turn your head to the side watching how heavily it's pouring out
"no but-"
"that's what i thought"
he thrusts up harshly into you making you lose your balance and fall forward on his chest.
he continues his heavy rhythm making sure you're a bit fucked out before straightening you back and urging you to bounce on your own
the cigarette is still hanging between his lips, maybe he forgot about it?
wrong
his hand comes down on the mattress searching for the lighter hidden between the sheets
"come on baby.. bounce on my cock.. that's it.. goooood girl, yeah just like that.."
when he finally finds it he shoves it in your hand
"could you help me with that?"
you look dumbfounded. he's not even sure you heard him
"what's wrong baby..? too cock drunk to light my cigarette..? maybe we should sto-"
"nono please no please don't stop-"
you fingers fiddle with the lighter clumsily trying to light it. his hands have a steel grip on your hips, a reminder to not stop your movements
he rolls his hips making your aching clit rub against the soft curls at his base when you finally manage to make a flame appear, but you drop the lighter on his belly at the sensation
"fuck- shit i'm sorry"
"come on darling, try again"
he knows what he's doing.
otherwise why would he rub your puffy nub everytime your fingers tried to make the lighter work?
you got this. come on. press down just a little harder and it should-YESS THAT'S IT
good, now lean down and light up the tip of his cigarette
he watches you like a hawk, stopping his teasing for a moment while he drags the smoke deep into his lungs
after the cigarette does light up he leans back on the bed frame taking slow puffs while watching you with lidded eyes
his eyes trail from your expression, down to the way your tits bounce up and down from your movements, down to where his cock and your pussy are connected and he lets out a drawn out moan of your name
he blows the smoke in your face watching your face scrunch up at the smell
then he brings the cigarette to your mouth watching you wrap your lips around it slowly taking a drag of your own
"see how good it feels baby..?"
"mhm.."
you exhale the smoke through your nostrils leaning your head back and closing your eyes focusing on the way he feels inside you
when you open them you lean down on him trying to get another puff
he smirks as he lands a firm smack to your ass cheek with his empty hand and brings the cigarette close to your lips, brushing it against them
when you open your mouth he drags his hand away making you chase for it frustrated
"what were you saying babe..? about smoking inside..?"
"oh shut up josh"
after you're done you lay beside him with your chest heaving slowly
he takes the pack handing you a cigarette of your own, this time lighting them himself
you watch the flame flicker between you two lighting up his beautiful features
then you talk. about life, about what you did that day, about what you were gonna do tomorrow..
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teddybeartoji · 1 year ago
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mickeyyyyy *smiles too wide* i would love to hear ur thoughts about snow leopard hybrid!gojo if ur up for it,,,the words themselves just itched something in my brain
MOSS<333333333 i love ur smile btw I AM KINDA NEW TO HYBRIDS OKAY BUT THIS ONE IS JUST SOOOOOOO MMMMMMM also wait here is the twt art that made me lose it (everybody say thank u logan we love u logan for showing it to me) AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD HE LOOKS SOSO PERFCECT it suits him so well my brain is all mushy already
geto locking him out bc he purred too loudly fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk he's so cute i want him. like he'd be sooooo clingy right?????? always trying to settle down in your lap always trying to get you to pet him to scratch his ears and he ALWAYSSS PURRS SOOOO LOUDLYY although i would never lock him out sugu is weak for that smh... i think he'd kind of like it when you played with his tail too?? usually felines don't like that too much but since it's you - he loves that shit. he likes to twirl it around your arm and his eyes go so big whenever that makes you laugh GOOD GODDDDDDDD look this is a full on ramble i hope something makes sense too i'm sorry for that i just🥴🥴🥴
oh my god he probably waits for you by the door when you come home, biting down on his tail just like in the picture?????? i'm kinda torn between whether he'd be good while you're gone or would he act up bc i mean it's satoru. the ultimate brat. so maybe he does scratch the couch a little or something? to show how upset he is over you leaving him at home:(((( you can't stay mad either bc c'mon look at him:((((((((((((((((((((((( god i wanna pet him sm
he probably likes to take care of you in his own way too right? like groom you? is that the word? he'd want to lick you, clean you, make sure you're all relaxed and feeling good after a long day. he's such a good boy:(((( he loves you:((((((((
oh and obviously he's super fucking clingy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean that's canon for him anyway but now even more. he always wants to drape himself in your lap, his tail curling around you like i said before too. please scratch his ears please please please:((( when you're trying to cook he's glued to your side, nuzzling into your skin - whether it's into your neck or just your back, he just wants to be close to you:(((
he also likes to nip at your skin!!!! there have been a few times where he bites down just a tad bit too hard and it drew blood but it was an accident!!!! he never wants to hurt you he felt so bad after that:(( went at sat in the corner with his tail between his legs:(((((( but you of course forgive him and coax him back to you with some belly rubs
after that he learned how to be more gentle, though. so now he often just fakes biting you just to hear you laugh or playfully scold him. when he does sink his teeth in - maybe your arm or your thigh; he always keeps eye-contact.
when you're just lazing around - reading a book, playing a video game - he's always next to you. always. maybe every once in a while he decides to take a nap, belly up, paws kind of folded and oh, he looks adorable like that. he's just a big kitty okay. btw he's always touching you. clingyclingyclingy. even when he's sleeping, he has to be touching you in some way.
SUGGESTIVE! gets upset when you come home and you have other smells on you. especially other mens' smells. maybe your co-worker hugged you goodbye or something and now his cologne sticks to your skin and satoru can't have that. he's just immediately pawing at you - begging for your attention and when you grant him that, he's jumping on you, pushing you down and licking over whereever the stench is. after he deems you clean, he just rubs himself against you - his way of marking you. you don't know that though... you just think he really missed you...... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
can hybrids go into heat............................? LOOK I'M NEW HERE OKAY I NEED TO LEARN. if they do.............. if he does............ oh boy... you need to get something to surpress those bc he will lose it. he's humping your bed, he's humping your pillow, he's sniffing your clothes. your underwear. sometimes he's pawing at your dresser, looking for more clothes but mostly his target is the dirty laundry basket....................................... everything goes when you're out....... he's gonna make a big big mess..............................................🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 ok i think i need to stop myself here otherwise i'll really lose it........................
moss i need to hear your thoughts on this. NEEEED TO HEAR THEM. DESPERATELY NEED TO. if u know about hybrids u can teach me. i'm..... in it now......................... heheheheheh this was so fun i'm sorry it took a min love but yeah i can't wait to hear your ideas aaaaaaaaaa I LOVE YOIUUUU I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY MY BELOVED<3333
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x-blue-spring-x · 4 months ago
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Omg i dreamt that a random being came to me at night when I was in bed and started fooling around with my body. I kept my eyes closed because I was scared, but he was pretty good at it so I got horny and into it.
He started fucking me slowly but deep, with a long, smooth not too thick cock, and it was goooood. I started groping his body, because duh, and it kept changing between forms- from a super buff guy to something less human and more gelatinous??
Then he switched from my pussy to my ass, and to help the transition, some kind of soft and wet protrusion was rubbing my clit a lot like a tongue would, then he stayed in his buff form to fuck me like that. Omg it was amazing. He also asked me to look at him. Since he was staying in his muscley man mood, i looked and wasn’t quite sure what i was looking at, other than a buff dusty dark purple skinned monster. Whatever counted as a mouth came down and latched to my right nipple, sending me into overwhelming pleasure that i was simultaneously trying to escape and have more of.
I only wish i was able to stay in the dream longer to come. Alas, I woke up before that could happen. In any case, i kinda like to think thats how fucking a gentle sukuna would be like, except sukuna would have a thick monster cock obviously, and probably two of them.
Oh i just remembered! I was begging the monster to change his form to have two cocks! Imagine that, a cock for each hole, sukunas tummy tongue to play with your clit and grind on, and him trying to suck your soul out of your tit.
For some reason i felt like i had to share this with you.
I am so glad you shared this with me my bby! My first JJK ask I could cry!!
Here’s some very gentle Sukuna for you ❤️
He doesn’t come to you often, the king of curses, yet most nights you find yourself waiting for him.
Not a soul knows about your strange guest. Every shared breath is trapped between you and him in a silent lovers promise. The people in your village would be frightened, and admittedly you thought it was a sign of an impending apocalypse when you first saw him, stood at the end of your sleeping pad. Impossibly tall, four arms muscle bound and ringed with the blackest ink, his red eyes had gazed at you through the velvet darkness, seeking and searching for something unknown.
He smelt of death wrapped in a smile, cinders and ashes against the heaviest amber. Intoxicating, it made your head swim, all thoughts muddied and confused like the banks of a river after heavy rains. Perhaps that was part of his strange charm, the heady drunkenness you feel in his presence, enough arrogance to drown in and a wide mouth that curls across pointed, sharp teeth.
Still, the power he holds over you, over the lands your people farm daily, is enough to encourage you to spread your thighs for him. To give the monster softness, somewhere gentle to rest for a few hours before he disappears into the mists again. You would be lying if you said it was just that through. He’s insatiable, hungry and brimming with furious need, but beyond that there’s a curious softness displayed only to you and no other. For you are chosen, special above all humans. Marked in a way that leaves no room for argument.
Dreamlike, the low moon paints everything in a blue cast, cool and dappled through the thin walls of your room. The nights are drawing in, a chill settling over the forests and mountains surrounding the small place you know as home. Your breath is steady, a little tug of the sheets to cover your shoulder. Then you hear it, the creak of the wood under his heavy feet, a scent of smoke clinging to the midnight air.
Sitting up, you’re confronted by the full breadth of him, chest rising and falling rapidly with the promise of what’s to come. He tilts his head, cat like. Those duplicate crimson eyes blinking lazily at you, dark lashes fanned under them.
Quietly you shrink from under the soft cotton, inviting him closer without needing to speak. His nose twitches as he inhales, a smile curving across his broad mouth until his sharp teeth snare his bottom lip.
“So eager. Did you miss me?” Voice a low rumble, thunder purring beneath the surface of it, Sukuna regards you. There’s something burning in his face, a hunger that he’s never able to satisfy when it comes to you, so pliant and weak in his wide palms and under the bite of his canines.
Your response is a nod, shy and timid as it’s been months since you last welcomed him into your bed. The jet coloured markings across his body seem to grow darker, framing a jawline cut like glass. He lets out a low purr, padding towards your mattress while his stare narrows, taking in the flesh ripe for him, your body the only altar that’s ever seen a being like Sukuna sink to his knees. Your mouth meets his, hot and heavy, never the gentle soft kisses you expect from a moonlit visitor. His tongue flicks against yours almost at once, so greedy, wholly devoid of propriety or valour.
Sukuna pins your body beneath his vast one, lower arms making short work of your night clothes as he dominates your lips, sucking until they tingle and bruise under him. His upper hands find purchase in your hair, tugging your face closer still roughly, winding against your scalp until you let out a whine of protest.
When your eyes flutter open he’s watching you, both pairs zeroed in on your expression, as his broad lower palms grip the meat of your hips.
“Don’t be rough.” You whisper. It’s a strange feeling, understanding that no other could ever demand a thing from him without receiving instant death in result. He’s still holding your locks tightly, forcing your throat close to his grinning mouth. Sukuna doesn’t look angry, instead he seems faintly surprised, probably because the nature of your relationship has been mainly carnal as opposed to intellectual.
“I know no other way.”
His voice is husky, strained even. So carefully you run your own fingers across shoulders bound by ridged strength. He purrs again, this time lower and far more gentle.
You jump slightly as a droplet of saliva hits your stomach, threading its way along the skin of your navel. The mouth on his torso matches his grin, the huge tongue lolling and seeking out the hot scent of your tight cunt. Wantonly you angle your hips up to meet it, allowing it purchase on your mound until the wetness trickles lower and you whimper at the feeling.
Sukuna lets out a noise of fierce approval, rearing up to slot your pussy against his torso, watching the way his tongue immediately dives into the heat of your core, the thick muscle lathing unforgiving strokes along your seams.
“Fuck!” He exhales, lowered eyes closing briefly with ecstasy, pale pink hair bleached white in the low light. “My little human whore did miss me then.”
Always darkly possessive, Sukuna’s thick fingers bite harshly into your thighs, spreading you wide as his lower mouth traces circles on your clit. Gasping, you grip his forearms, feeling the tendons bunch and release beneath his skin. Lights start to pop under your eyes, knees shaking so violently it makes him laugh. A vicious chuckle without any shred of sympathy. Without warning his upper set of hands find your throat, tugging you upwards and into the safe embrace of his lower limbs. You moan at that, wrenched away from the pulse of his broad tongue, the spit mixing with your slick is so viscous it drenches the mat beneath you.
Sukuna lets a tsk out at your moans. Clicking his teeth as you struggle to collect yourself, so close and yet so far from the sweet release you’ve craved.
“On my cocks, or not at all.” Face to face his whirling stare glimmers, lids heavy with the need to sink inside you.
He spits onto one palm, wrapping an arm around you and probing your tight, puckered hole. Massaging and rubbing until he can slip one thick finger in and then two. Vaguely you realise he’s showing kindness in his own way, lessening the intensity of having to take one of his shafts without any preparation.
You can feel them, heavy and dripping with creamy pre-spend as they rest between your legs. Sukuna draws you up closer to him, binding your arms tight to your sides and sliding his cocks between your thighs, coating himself in wetness until a rasping groan leaves the back of his throat.
“So fucking drenched.” Briefly his tattooed forehead rests against yours, like he’s struggling to master himself. Then with no warning, he’s breaching your body, cocks probing and parting your sticky flesh until you almost feel them in your throat. It’s almost too much, you’re so full of him, his scent clinging to your skin and filling your nose like incense. You push backwards against his chest, asking for patience, for some distraction from the burning stretch of him.
“Shhh.” His mouth finds the shell of your ear, warm air making you shiver as he opens you up for himself. That vast mouth on his stomach finds your clit again and you keen, sympathetically rolling your hips as you seek the right amount of pressure to bring yourself down from the ledge of overstimulation. It doesn’t take long for you to grow bolder, digging your nails into his marked back, begging for a movement on his side that will send you tipping off the precipice of perfection.
“Beg me.” His coarse, deep voice sounds far away as he starts to meet your feeble thrusts with the power of his own hips. “Beg me to let you cum.”
“Pp-lease!” You stammer without pausing to think. “Please my lord!”
Sukuna groans into your hair, lower arms still holding you tightly while his weighty palm contracts around your throat. He’s fucking you now without holding back, sinking deep until you drench his balls, the tongue beneath his mouth moving ceaselessly.
“Milk my cocks then, remind me how a human whore does it! Now!”
The command of his voice is final, your body is well trained to it. You cum hard, shattering around him as you choke out a cry, voice box pressed hard under his fingers. He doesn’t let up in his rhythm, but you feel him throbbing inside you, both cocks pulsing as you constrict. The pain of his bite to your neck only fuels the fire, and you lose count of how long he’s been buried within your cunt and ass, filling you to the brim with his potent seed.
When morning comes, he’s gone again. Only leaving the lingering smell of charcoal on your sheets.
Maybe you dreamt it, but you’re sure you felt someone pressing sweet kisses over your collarbone in the early haze of morning. When you wake you’re tucked up tightly, like he’s made sure to protect you from the cold even in his absence. A dainty, blood red flower sits on your pillow, leaves vibrant against the snow white linen.
Perhaps not such a monster after all.
He’s a big softy.
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Wedding Hells
Abby was happy she finally managed to convince her best friend Lindsay to not marry her fiancé James. Abby had learned that James was secretly the head of the crime family in town and was involved in every dirty deal going.
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As happy as Abby was, James was pissed. When Abby came over to pick up some of Lindsay’s belongings he made she sure she knew.
“Well if it isn’t the do gooder little friend who tricked my fiancé into leaving me. I hope you’re proud.” He said with venom.
“Tricked her? I told her the truth of who you really are you creep and soon I’m going to tell everyone as well. Your days not behind bars are numbered.” Abby said straight to his face expecting to see him bubble up with rage but instead he broke into a smile.
“You have a fire and strength in you I had noticed before. You’ll do just am fine as my wife instead.” He said walking over to Lindsay’s never worn dress.
“You’ve lost it now, good luck with your life, or should I say you’re 25 to life.” She said turning on her heel. However within a feel feet she felt the white fabric of the wedding dress draped over her head. Within seconds it seemed to come alive and squeeze down her body.
“What... the... hell...” Abby said trying to rip it off her but found it was too tight.
“You see Lindsay never knew about who I really was but she was going to be my second in command in my growing criminal empire. I had big expansion plans but needed someone I knew would be loyal and ruthless. That’s where this magic dress came in.” James said matter of factly as Abby continued to struggle.
The dress had started to push off her clothes and toss them aside as it enveloped her body and sealed her in. She was quickly dressed as a bride to be but that’s when the real changes began.
The dress constricted her stomach making it hard to breath for a second. However Abby soon felt her belly shrink to match the tight waist of the dress. It actually felt good.
“Oh what are you doing to me you bastard! It feels... it feels... so goooood.” She moaned as her chest heaved outward as two massive tits grew outward from her modest pair.
“You don’t think I became kingpin without the help of the dark arts do you? Soon you’ll understand. When you become the Queenpin.” James said laughing.
Abby should of been furious with him but for some reason she was more turned on then ever before. The word Queenpin making her wet everything she thought it.
“Oh fuck I hate you James you big dick fuck! Once I’m free of this I’m going to fuck your brains out! Wait noooo! I don’t want that! I neeeeed that. No this is wrong!” She said moaning again as her conflicted emotions fought each other.
“You’re right, this is wrong but doesn’t it feel so good to be bad? No more morals, no more caring what anyone thinks? Just taking what you deserve, which is everything! Embrace it Abby, embrace being a bitch!” He said, tempting her.
Abby’s body continued to change as her mind was at war with itself. Her skin took on a healthy tan, sexy makeup was applied generously to her face. Her hair became thick, long and luxurious.
If there hadn’t been a mirror nearby that day, she might have saved her soul. As her eyes made contact with her reflection she found herself drawn into the cold, permanent bitch faced, goddess that was staring back. James was right, she thought, why should she not have everything she ever wanted? A beauty like her deserved the world and if wasn’t going to be given it she would need to take it.
As the good parts of her psyche were replaced by her new meaner, more cutthroat persona her struggling ceased. Her posture straighten into a classical pose and all resistance faded. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she eyed James not with disgust any longer but with desire.
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“Abby? That’s such a childish name. It’s Abigail from now on. Do I look like some immature child?” She said arching herself against a wall so she could shove out her butt. James mouth was agape.
“Sweetheart you’ll catch flies looking like that, how about you come over here and use it on more expensive tastes?” She said with a purr dripping in lust. James didn’t waste any time as he quickly grabbed her and kissed her deeply. Abigail moaned softly as he did, loving how he tasted. Lindsay had always said he was a good lover and now she was about to find out.
Removing the dress, Abigail found herself in some sexy white lingerie, a by product of the magic dress. She pushed James onto the nearby bed and posed sexily for him.
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“When we fuck darling, I don’t want to hear Abby, or Abigail come from that mouth of yours. I want to hear only Queenpin, understand?” Abigail said authoritatively, making James get harder.
“Of course… Queenpin.” Her growled making her as wet as he was hard. Strutting over to him she took out his impressive cock and lowered her tight pussy on top.
“Mmmm a perfect fit… Kingpin.” She purred as she started to rise up and down.
The next few hours were a blur of sexual juices, screaming and grunting. By the time they were done Abigail had forgotten ever being Abby. In her mind she had always been Abigail, a tough and brutal but also outrageously beautiful crime boss.
James had planned on telling his men to fall in line and treat her like a boss too but she slipped into the role so easily that they were too scared to disobey her. Within a week she had doubled James’ profits with her ruthless ways. While James was a perfectly cruel and calculating leader, Abigail was literally created to be bad. She was the model of evil.
However not everyone was as impressed as James, namely his ex-fiancée and Abby’s old best friend, Lindsay. She confronted Abigail one day on the street and pleaded with her to tell her what had been done to her but Abigail just looked at her coldly.
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“Do I know you? Regardless no one speaks to me like that, I am Queenpin of this city and I could have you disappeared like that.” She said snapping her fingers. When she did, her two burly bodyguards seized Lindsay and threw her into the trunk of Abigail’s luxury tow car.
Sliding in Abigail smirked as she heard the muffled banging of Lindsay.
“It’s no use dear, even if anyone heard you they’re all too afraid to say anything. You don’t have that fear but you will soon. Once I break you you’ll be employed indefinitely as my new live in maid and sex slave. You’re exactly what I need to help me prepare for my upcoming wedding.” Abigail said callously as she put on her designer sunglasses and her driver headed towards her mansion.
THE END
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Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 3)
Part 3, Chapter 2 Part 3, Chapter 4 The Whole Story
Late next morning:
"There you go, that's good. Doing so good." Dave helps support Sarah from the front, holding on to her arms while she squats deep on the floor of the hospital room.
"NNNNNGAAAAAH-" Sarah feels her baby's head bulging out of her, held fast in place by a strip of fabric running between her legs, attached firmly to a band of thicker material just below her waist.
"Do what you need to do. I'm right here." He helps hold her upright while she bears down.
"HNNNNN- NNNN- NNNNNNNNG-" The cloth between her legs has a little bit of give; Sarah can feel her lips spreading open even wider as she gives her full effort, as her baby moves down just a bit more before she runs out of breath.
"Still doing good?"
"Yessssss. God, Kelly wasn't kidding when she called this thing a 'medical chastity belt'." Sarah reaches a hand between her legs to feel the head slowly pressed inside her by the tight cloth. "Why didn't we get one of these?"
"Alas, what could've been." He helps pull Sarah to her feet, sticking close to her as the two of them pace around the room.
"I love how it lets me move around. You can only push on your back for so long, you know?"
"I'll take your word for it." Dave chuckles to himself as the two of them keep walking. Sarah waddles noticeably as she moves, keeping her legs as wide as she can to ease the pressure in her over-full pelvis.
"Nnnn- Again-" She feels her belly start to harden.
"Alright. Squatting?" He helps lower her to the ground when she confirms it. "Arms up here for me." Sarah spreads her feet as wide as she can, bracing herself while she wraps her arms tight around his waist. Every instinct of hers screams at her to get her hands in position, ready to catch her baby, but she holds back the urge as she starts to bear down. Why should she need to catch her baby, after all? It's not like she's going to give birth any time soon. "There you go, just like that. Let the belt hold it." Dave keeps a firm grip on her as she starts to push in earnest, his steady touch giving her the reassurance she needs to bear down hard, to feel herself stretch more and more, to push her baby's head against the tight, stretchy fabric. "You're so beautiful like this." He cups her cheek in his hand, forcing her to tilt her head upwards. "Always so beautiful." Their eyes meet, and she has no choice but to hold his gaze while she gives another hard push. He watches with adoration while she struggles with the head, with the pressure deep inside her, bearing down hard against the restriction between her legs, fighting for every inch of burning, hard-won progress. "So good for me." He strokes her cheek again and- there it is. That smile. That fucking smile. That's the whole reason she's in this mess, why she's pushing like a madwoman and can't get enough.
She's at just the right height to notice the swelling in his pants as her contraction ends. The way the head is pressing- She can't look away. She reaches for his zipper before his hand stops her.
"Hang on a sec- Here-" He reaches and hands her a towel; she folds it and kneels on top, with her knees cushioned from the hard tile of the floor. "Okay. Go ahead."
She can feel it. Her baby -Their baby- sitting huge, hard, and so, so low between her legs, so close and yet so far from being born into the world. Soon, she'll be pushing with all her might, struggling to bring that time just a little closer. Right now, though, all she can focus on is what's in front of her. She can feel it, stiff and eager as she pulls aside the layers of clothing, as she comes face-to-face with her prize. This is for her- Because of her, full and heavy and struggling so much. A look upward confirms it, and she feels him press against her lips as he puts a gentle hand to the back of her head.
His toes curl a little as he feels her mouth and her hand. "Ohhhhhhh- Good girl- Goooood girl-" She starts slow and he lets her, relaxing into the warm, wet feeling enveloping him. She can feel how he fills her mouth, thick and hard- can feel how much more there is, how much more she'd have to- a shiver, nerves and anticipation, runs down her spine at the thought. "Shhhhhh, don't worry." His eyes meet hers. "We'll do that slow, don't worry." But they will do it- Another shiver.
"Mmmmh- Nnnvbgmmmm-" She feels her belly start to harden.
"I know." He tightens his grip on her head just a little. "I've got you, you'll be okay." He pulls her head a little bit towards him, and she feels him start to press against the back of her mouth. "Can you be a good girl for me now?" There's pressure, so much pressure, but - 'good girl' - she wants to be, so, so much. She can't- She has to- She can. She nods almost imperceptibly, and she feels his hand start to pull her forward again. "There you go, you're doing good." She does her best to relax her muscles, let him press himself deeper and deeper. "Doing so good." She can do it. She's had a lot of practice with this, in her recent 'condition'. "That's so good. Just let it in for me." More and more- Halfway- Filling her throat- Pressure! It's too- She can't- "Go. Push. Like this." There's no way- It's- "You're okay. Push for me now." He keeps a hand on the back of her head, keeps her from pulling back as the pressure inside her builds more and more. "Theeeeere you go, that's good." She can't help it. She shudders, shakes, spreads her knees as wide as she can and feels her body start to give in. "Ohhhhhh, that's it, push hard for me." She can hardly stand it, just spreading her knees and bearing down, fighting down the primal urge to reach between her legs and catch her baby, but she holds back- holds back because she wants so, so badly to be a- "Good girl. Such a good girl." He lets out a moan as she feels her throat tighten around him, as she bears down hard, feels herself start to burn even more as she forces her baby against the stretchy cloth between her legs. He keeps his hands on her head as he closes his eyes in bliss, pressed deep inside her mouth as she bears down hard, straining so much trying to deliver their child. "Goooood, that's perfect, Sarah." He feels her breath start to give and gently eases her head back, enough to let her take deep, gasping breaths through her nose as her contraction starts to wind down.
Their eyes meet, and he cups her cheek while she shares a questioning look.
"Next one, okay? That felt so good, I couldn't give it up just yet."
She rolls her eyes up at him.
"Besides, I can't make this too easy on you, can I?"
She gives as much of a laugh as she can with her mouth full.
"You are okay though, right? While you're pushing-"
She swirls her tongue in response.
"Fuckkkkk- I guess you are-" He moans again. "Push hard with the next one. Stretch for me."
She nods, and goes back to using her tongue.
It's not too long before Sarah's belly starts to cramp again. Her moan of discomfort alerts Dave, and he puts both hands on the back of her head. "Not just yet." She nods, and starts to line up her head, relaxing her throat as she feels him start to push deeper once again. "Good, that's good." Sarah does her best to stay relaxed as the pressure inside her builds and builds. She can't pant, but she does her best to just let the fullness inside her grow, waiting as best as she can while he presses himself deeper and deeper. "Just keep your arms around me, I've got you." Halfway. Her body is screaming at her to push, to bear down hard and get her baby out, but she holds back as much as she can. She knows she only has enough breath for one good push, so she needs to make it count. "Come on, a little more for me." Hard, thick, filling her deeper and deeper. She feels his hands pressing her head closer and closer to the base. "Nearly there- Almost- Alllllmost-" That's it, she can feel her forehead pressing against his stomach. So much pressure. It's too much. She can't- "Push! Ohhhhhh- That's it-." She doesn't wait before she bears down hard, forcing the head down with the pressure in her hips. "Push- Fuckkkk- Push- Push hard for me-" He takes a tight grip on her hair and pulls her head against his crotch, reveling in the tightness inside her as she starts to stretch more and more with the head of her baby. "Thaaaat's a good girl."
He starts to thrust just a little, pulling her head back and forth as she struggles with their baby. "Oh- God- Push for me!" She feels her lungs start to burn as he picks up the pace, feels her opening burning even more as she forces herself to stretch even farther, feels that incredible, overpowering urge to get ready to catch her baby. "Push! There you go- Push-" She feels him thrusting more and more, pulling her head faster and harder as she feels herself running short of breath. She can't fight it. She can't stop it. All she can do is give in, so that's what she does. She shuts out the tightness in her chest, the need for air that she can't do anything about. She gives in to the hardness in her throat, thrusting deep again and again. She gives in to the pressure in her hips, gives everything she has to forcing her baby down and out, to letting the head come just like this, to forcing herself wider and wider, enough to make her scream if she had any breath at all. She feels herself start to shake with the effort, pushing and pushing and pushing with everything she has until she hears the moans from above her. "God, Sarah-" She feels him press deep, as deep as he can get. "Good girl- Push for me-" She feels a twitching, pulsing in her throat, feels warmth spurting inside her, making her swallow even as the head pries her open. "Push- Push- Come on-" She feels her vision starts to darken as he holds himself deep and she keeps up the effort, spread open wide while the cloth between her legs holds the head firmly in place, while his hands hold her head firmly in place against him. "Such a good girl…" They stay like that a moment longer, her mouth as full as it can get, her lower lips stretched wide and burning so much as she forces the head downward with everything she has. He watches carefully, searing the image in front of him into his brain for a moment longer before he finally pulls her head back. He leaves her mouth with a wet pop as she gasps for air, the fading pressure in her hips long forgotten.
"Shhhhh, there you go. You're okay. I've got you." He kneels down in front of her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder and slump against his chest as she recovers her breath. It takes a long time before she's able to speak again, long enough that she grunts and pants her way through the next contraction while she leans against his chest, wrapped in his arms while he whispers in her ear. "I love you. You know that, right?"
"Mm-hm…"
"Good. Just making sure." He can feel her start to smile even as she's still pressed against him. "I'll be here. Stay like this as long as you need."
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