#the sound my wrist just made when i rolled it around to stretch

[jeongin-lvr]

my size kink goes crazy when i see this man ☹️ tw. reader is described as small, bulge kink, dacryphilia >< !!

Sunghoon cannot get over how adorably small you are. From your height to your hands all the way down to the way your pussy struggles to take him when he’s fucking you in a frenzy. All he wants to do is sink down into you and fuck you like a mad man; he just physically is unable to, however, because of the difference in size between the two of you. He’s tall, broad, domineering. You’re small, delicate, sensitive. He struggles to take his time with you. But he will, he’ll rub your clit raw and hard until you’re creaming around nothing; Sunghoon will let you feel the ridges on his long digits until you’re squirting and finally able to fuck your needy hole.

But you’re already so overstimulated! So when he simply inserts his bulbous, thick tip you’re shaking your head rapidly, begging with dewy eyes and red stained cheeks. Pained expression with fluttering eyes in ecstasy. Sunghoon is living for it— your poor face all scrunched and covered in sweat and tears, even your own cum lines your lips from his slimy fingers. He finally fits in your perfect pussy; it’s like he molded you to him. It’s heaven.

“My perfect little pussy—“ Sunghoon coos in your ear. It’s a melody, low and gravely that rumbles deep from within his broad chest. “You’re made for me, yeah, doll?”

You nod, though you’re not sure you’re fully registering what he’s saying. You just know it sounds so good when you’re stuffed full of his thick, long cock. You wonder if you’d ever get fully accustomed to the sheer girth and size. You’re sure that there’d never be a day you could easily take such a length. As tears swim down your cheeks you gasp, he moves finally. He pulls out halfway and it’s like you wake up. You clench hard as he fills you fully again, swiping away your tears with his skillful fingers. You grip his shoulders, nails pricking into his pale skin. Everything is overwhelming; you can’t think as his lips curl, showcasing those gorgeous canines. He’s relishing in this moment, it’s obvious.

“Mm, c’mon, doll,” Sunghoon groans, lifting your legs by the back of your thighs until your knees are beside your head, “Let me hear you.”

And you didn’t realize you were silent— too stunned by his erratic thrusts. You let out a gasp, moaning sharply as his tip smashed right against your cervix. It’s almost painful had it not been for the way his cock rubs against the rest of your soaked walls. You sigh airily, whines cutting out your throat. “Hoon, oh m-my god! I can’t… I can’t do it!” You clutch his biceps that bulge against your head, your eyes lingering on the pearly skin stretched over his thick muscle. Everything about him is big. His hands wrap tightly over your wrist on his shoulder, bringing your palm to his pinkish lips and pecking them with a smug grin.

“You’re doing so, so well, darling,” Sunghoon’s voice rolls out his chest like a vibrato. Everything is blurring in your eyes as another orgasm swarms your stomach, making your chest tighten. “Worked so hard for this, doll, you’re doing great… fuck, you f-feel so good.” He grits his teeth as you clench, blunt nails digging into your skin now. You shake your head as your orgasm teeters over the edge, the feeling filling you until it’s overwhelming and you call out his name in a shaky scream. Sunghoon watches you come undone, fascinated as you clench around him; he’s itching to cum inside of you, his palm pressing deep and hard on your stomach until he can feel the imprint of his large cock in your stomach.

You’ve come so hard to the point where you sob into his shoulder, “Shhh, hon, you’re doing perfect… wan’ stop?” He’s sensitive despite his orgasm breaching through his body, nearing close to finishing. You shake your head aggressively, choking on air, “N-no! Fuck! Need you…”

“Oh, doll, I know,” Sunghoon groans, finally losing composure, “I- I need to cum… let me cum inside?” His hand presses harder in your stomach, feeling how he fills and empties you with every sloppy thrust. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to break skin, jerking your hips in reaction to his. “Yes, yes— Hoonie, don’t p-pull out—“ Now that he’s in you, you don’t wanna feel the emptiness again. Your legs wrap around his waist, stilling him inside of you to the hilt of his pelvis. He cums with a moan of your name, head tilting back until his neck is exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he swallows back moans.

Now that his head is clearing he turns back to you with an ecstatic smile, deep red blooming under his skin, “Been wanting to do that for months, doll. It was better than my perverted daydreams.”

[dredshirtroberts]

ok note to self: hours+ of drawing 2 days in a row is not your wrists' favorite thing, maybe take this into account when entering the Vision-Inspired Art Fugue State next time

[lady-lauren]

❥ KENTO NANAMI X FEM!READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.6k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: breeding, talk of pregnancy (but no actual babies here), power dynamics (boss/assistant), age gap, praise, wrists bound with tie, creampie, Nanami is sweet but mean always, use of "good girl", reader is really subby and so am I

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“So this is what you feel like, hm?” 

Nodding against the mess of his desk, you coo, all bubbly and sweet as your nails grip into his tie around your wrists. Nanami runs a hand down your spine, eyes unfiltered by his glasses as he marvels at how you shiver and react to his touch. 

Just the tip of his fat cock is popped inside you, snugly wrapped by the first ring of muscle he’s yet to bully past.

Even as your thighs clench and pussy drools, you stay still, quiet, just like he told you to.

So well mannered.

Would you be this sweet if he fucked you as deviantly as he desires? Would you bat your long lashes and say please every time he demands to fuck you? He’s certain you would—so willing to please and be pleased.

Soft skin and even smoother voice, like a housecat curling around his legs every time you come near. Shy but keen, claws ready for anyone but your owner.

Over the course of a few months, Nanami has boiled down to a singular purpose—to breed his perfect assistant and fill her needy cunt with his seed.

Pussy lips bulge around him as he pushes into you raw. You hiccup at the intrusion, ass arching to accommodate the stretch of him. Desire claws inside his chest and begs to force himself into you, and for once, he listens to the beast.

Jerking your bound wrists, he spears into you while pulling you back, bouncing your cheeks against his pelvis and making you whine behind clenched teeth. 

He uses you for leverage, not bothering to cant his hips when he can simply tug you back and forth along the length of him.

“This wasn’t my intention, sweetheart,” he admits with a deep grunt, “but you’re just such a good girl, aren’t you? I can’t help myself.” 

For weeks he’s imagined you like this, even pictured tucking you under his desk and shoving his cock so far past your sweet lips that he can see himself in your throat. But spilling his cum on your tongue would be such a waste—your body was made for breeding. Doughy in all the right spots, with tits begging to be filled with milk.

A strong hand grabs the curve of your ass and pulls, thumb lifting the soft fat so he can watch how your cunt sucks around his cock. So greedy.

“No more panties, ever,” Nanami groans as his cockhead thrums against the sponginess of your walls. 

“Of–of course, sir.” 

“No more sirs, either. Wanna hear my name in your mouth.” 

He grins at how the first consonant of his name gets stuck in your throat as he fucks into you, a blubbering stutter of k-k-ken~ blended into hushed moans. 

The sky is dark but he knows a few workaholics are still roaming the office. They don’t deserve to hear your melodic sounds. They’ll know your his by the way his cum will leak past the hem of your skirt, smear against your thighs.

Nanami leverages you up, fingers mean against your trapped wrists as he slams your back to his chest. The angle has his cock digging into one of your softest spots.

He bends to run his nose along the length of your neck, tongue licking at the remnants of your too familiar perfume. Over your shoulder he watches how your tits bounce with every plunge of his cock into you, free and unbound, nipples just the hue he imagined. He grabs your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, groaning when you flutter from the shock of pleasure. 

So young and pliant. 

“You know what your next assignment is, sweetheart?” 

His hand smoothes down to the bottom of your tit, gripping the fat up into his palm so he can squeeze. 

You coo at his actions, bucking down onto his cock. Your cunt squelches as your slick soaks into the blonde curls at his base.

“Answer me.” 

His palm trails down past your ribs, pawing at your stomach. He presses hard, knocking air from your lungs as he catches how his cock thumps, thumps, thumps in your guts.

Your head tosses back against his chest, neck craning as you look for him with watery eyes. Mascara dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen from the kisses he took from you when you came to offer your help with his overtime work. 

“T–to be your fucktoy?” you answer with a breathy, hopeful gasp.

“Even better,” he feels like a sick fuck when the words rolls of his tongue, “to have my babies.”

The way you squirm and mewl in his hold tells him everything he needs to know. 

“Yeah? You like the idea of an older man filling you until you swell with a baby?” 

“Yes, ah, Kento, yes.”

So, so well mannered. You know how much it pisses him off if you don’t use your words. 

He drags your wrists farther back, making your body arch until your knees tremble and your darling high heels scrape against the floor. His hand moves down, cupping the front of your pussy so his fingers can smear along the edges of where he spreads you. 

Nanami ensures that the back of his hand keeps the sharp edge of his desk from pressing into your sensitive body. 

“Tell me exactly what you want.” 

He watches how you try to think, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to focus on anything other than the sweltering heat he’s stirring with every fast, harsh push of his aching dick into your cunt. 

“Want to feel you cum in me,” you mumble quickly, words splashed together, “over and over again.”

A thick finger pushes against your clit, just barely, teasing enough to make your tummy tighten and thighs shake.

“Hm,” he groans with a smile against your throat as the most pleasant idea comes to mind. “You want me to start taking you home? Let me mount you in my bed to make sure the seed takes?” 

The sound you make is salacious and strained, like you’re trying so hard to be a good girl and not scream. 

“Keep me,” you plead oh so sweetly. Like that was ever out of the question. 

Nanami hooks his fingers harder between the threads of his tie, tangling his fingers with yours behind your back. A small moment of grounding you, reassuring you, before he shoves you so roughly back down to his desk that papers and pens clatter to the floor.

Hoisting your hips to meet his, he puts the hand on your cunt to work, rubbing two experienced fingers over your swollen clit. 

He leans over your body for a better angle, even hikes one knee onto his desk so he can pound you into it. 

“Need you to milk my fucking cock, understand?” His breath fans over the back of your neck and he notices how you’ve bitten your cheek between your teeth. 

You’re such a mess, naked and trembling over your boss’s desk, pussy squishing with every intense bully of his cock into your gummy, abused hole.

“I understand,” you practically choke on your words, “ ‘m so close, K–Kento, promise.”

His lips suck against the back of your shoulder, sharp teeth grinning like a madman. 

He hired you after you told him you never, ever make promises you can’t keep. You’d always be honest, never lie if you felt you couldn’t get the work done. 

“You promise to take my babies, sweetheart? Promise you’ll let me get you pregnant?” 

The picture of you ripe with his baby, hand over your swollen tummy as you bustle around the office, in his house, is too clear. Too inebriating. 

“I sw–swear.” 

“That’s my good girl.” 

You deserve a reward, perhaps even a raise.

Nanami turns all his focus to how heavy his balls feel and how puffy your poor clit is. He becomes an efficient machine, barreling into you systematically as his fingers swirl in tight, purposeful circles. 

Slick is drooling through his knuckles, messing all over the planner on his desk. He has the quick thought of how he will have to start filling his calendar with the days you’re ovulating. How delightful. 

“Please, please, please,” you try to keep your whines smothered by the lacquered wood.

“You don’t have to beg. I’ll give you anything you want, sweet girl.” 

And he does just that, building enough heat in your tummy to make you start convulsing. Your orgasm is the tightest suck he’s ever felt, all desperate and hot and rhythmic like your body took his words to heart and intends to milk him dry. 

Finally he comes undone, loading your body with continuous spurts of syrupy cum. He can feel cum pooling in your snug cavern, squishing against his cock every time your cunt pulses with your bliss. 

He stays still, his weight shamefully falling onto your back and trapping you beneath him. Your heartbeat echoes against his desk. Molten cum bursts from where his cock is still lodged within you, like pasty watercolor smearing across skin. 

Straightening his tired back, he groans and peels himself from your spent body. Before he can pull his hips back, your tied hands start reaching desperately for him, smacking against his thigh. 

Fine. He can keep you plugged up with cum as long as you want. 

“Thank you,” you exhale with the remnants of your pleasure. 

So well mannered. You’ll make the perfect mommy. 

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!nanny!reader, married!toji ( rich toji too lmao hot take ), age gap, noncon, dacryphilia, virginity loss, heavy breeding kink, bondage, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-two [ toji fushiguro + breeding ]

you probably should’ve kept your mouth shut. you should’ve bit the bullet and swallowed your pride when Toji said he couldn’t pay you any earlier than Friday for babysitting the kids. no, couldn’t had not been his word of choice. he wouldn’t pay you before Friday. Toji was loaded with cash. you’d never bothered to ask him how he made his living, but you knew that he had plenty and his massive mansion would not be snatched up by the bank if the prick gave you your well earned three hundred and twenty dollars on a Wednesday instead of a Friday.

and you’d told him so.

which had landed you in the position you’re in now.

on a few occasions, Toji or his wife had asked you to tidy up around the house and that included their bedroom. the room was massive and luxurious, with a king size bed in the center of the room. you’d seen plenty of oddities in there— handcuffs here, a flogger there, vibrators in the drawers and even a black, pleather bench with seatbelt-like straps hanging off it in the corner— but you never thought, in all the time you’ve worked for them, that you’d find yourself on your back in nothing but your bra and panties ( which were both pulled askew to expose your breasts and give him access to your core ) against the mattress, with thick, black straps on your ankles that bind them to a long, silver bar. your legs are spread wide for Toji, he has also fastened similar cuffs to each of your wrists to separate notches on the pole. his fist is wrapped around the center of the metal, gripping it tight. he seems to use it as a lever, pulling your entire body to his.

the tears are far from dried on your cheeks, though the majority of the pain from the initial insertion has dissipated, Toji is none too gentle as he ruts into you. your walls flutter about the girth of his manhood as it stretches you to a capacity you’ve never felt before. he was so big, much too big for him to have been your first, and you felt like he was ripping you apart, especially because he had no regard for how deep he was delving into you— each thrust of his hips sent him hilt-deep into a newly devirginized interior. because of this, your face remained twisted into an expression of discomfort, eyes wide with shock.

Toji chuckles through grit teeth, “What’s with the crocodile tears, slut? Wasn’t expecting I’d pop your cherry? Daddy’s cock too big for that itty, bitty belly of yours?” his dark pair coruscate in the dim lighting as his gaze travels over your stomach, pressing his free palm against the lump just below your navel, the size and shape of his cock. you mewl, head rolling about on the mattress, and your teeth sink into your lower lip; the pressure adds to the sensation of being stuffed full. “Ooh, listen to you whine for me,” he croons with faux sympathy, poking out his lower lip. “I’ll bet you’re used to getting exactly what you want with those puppy dog eyes, aren’t you? But, I gotta tell you, baby girl, daddy’s made more girls cry than just you. You really think those little sniffles are gonna work on me? Make me go easier on you?”

his hips grind into yours as he digs as deep as possible without his thick tip bursting through your belly button ( or, at least, that’s what it feels like ), and you cry out, back arching. your fingernails claw at the restraints, arms tensed unable to do much but sting.

“Ah!” it’s more a bestial growl than a sound of pleasure you’d expect anyone to make, his eyes fiery with even more desire at your wriggling. “See, feel that? How your pussy tremors when she’s gripping my cock? You can glare up at me with those cute, puffy eyes and your makeup streaked down your cheeks, but I can tell by the way that little pussy hugs me that you don’t want it gentle. You don’t want me to be nice. You want to be fucked into submission, and daddy’s more than willing to break that bad fuckin’ habit of talking back to me with my cock.”

it was almost impossible to formulate a coherent sentence, batting tears back, but they fall anyways, squirming as if to escape the cocktail of pleasure and pain, and you turn away from him, angling your countenance towards the wall instead. “W—what— what if I t-told your, ah! Your wife about this—“

the most wicked of grins contorts Toji’s lips, and he reaches through the bar and between your arms to grip your face, turning it back to force you to look up at him. “You think she doesn’t know, girl? I’ve only been planning to breed your little body since you started working for us. I just needed a good excuse to break you in, thanks for that.” he pauses, to groan and close his eyes, pace picking up as his hips begin to buck more erratically. “She thinks you’ll make a better baby factory than she ever could, and she’s more than willing to let me keep you here and fuckin’ ruin you until the only thing you want is for me to swell that little tummy with my bastards—“ even as your whimpering escalated into screams, you can hear him. your eyes close, head wanting to angle away from his grip, his palm makes contact with your cheek in a couple, quick slaps. “You can get used to being my little breed-whore, sweet girl. And don’t you worry, you’re gonna get a nice raise every time I knock you up; as long as you learn that your place is wrapped around daddy’s cock, and that pussy is for him to fill with his loads, you’re gonna be a fine new addition to this family.”

[girlkisser13]

size kink with jason todd

pairings: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), size kink, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), degradation/dumbification, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, creampie

divider by @plutism

he’d be lying if he said that his self control was still at it’s peak. jason had been teasing you for ages now, watching the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing every time he drew his fingers away.

“jason,” you choked out another mewl, desperate fingers scrabbling for him. “please, please. i need you!”

a gentle hand brushes away the tears that had collected at the edge of your vision as jason’s beautiful eyes fill your gaze. a color so blue that it looked like someone had captured the brilliance of lightning flashing within his eyes.

“you look so pretty like this,” he hums, a smile gracing his lips when he sees your eyes roll back. “all desperate for my cock huh? what happened to the shy little maiden back then?”

she was gone, long corrupted by him. not that he was complaining.

he leans back between your spread legs, eyeing your exposed folds with a sort of hunger that had you trembling. “look at you,” he sighs, stroking his cock at the intoxicating sight before him. “all spread out for me to enjoy. it’d be a shame if i left you hanging like this wouldn’t it?”

“no!” your reaction was instant, a sharp pitiful noise of desperation at the thought of him leaving you hanging.

“just kidding.” he grabs your thighs to drag you closer to him. “since you asked so nicely hmm?”

there is an audible sound of pleasure torn from the both of you when he finally teases the head of his cock against your dripping slit.

yet, the thrumming anticipation is accompanied by the familiar sense of fear that flashes in you when you glimpse the sheer girth and length that has your eyes tensing shut.

no matter how many times jason had fucked you, his size still had your nerves jangling uncomfortably.

sensing your anxiety, his large hands shift from your cheek to cup your face as he leans down to plant a sweet kiss on your parted lips, briefly savouring the sugary sweetness that came with the kiss.

“relax baby,” he hushes, but there is a visible sight of feral excitement that lines his smile at the thought of sinking himself into your tight heat.

you can’t help but squeal when he buries himself into your spasming cunt, your sensitive walls fluttering over every ridge and vein of his cock that has him groaning.

“cumming already?” he asks, as if he couldn’t see your cute cunt creaming around his length. you can feel the laugh that rumbles through his broad chest.

too embarassed to reply, you nod, fingers finding their way to close around his wrists.

“you’re taking me so well” jason coos, one finger reaching to roll your puffy clit, earning him a shuddered jolt through your body.

he pins you down with ease, barely exerting any effort at all. “good girl, taking my cock so well, guess this pussy was really made for me right? maybe i don’t even have to play with your clit anymore, you’re going to squirt like a little whore for me anyway.”

grunting, jason buries himself deeper, thighs trembling at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him. you sniffle at the stretch but make no move to stop him from rocking further until his entire length is buried inside of your tight hole.

the feeling of being stuffed draws a sharp gasp out of you, your back arching, putting your tits on full display. when you catch sight of jason, his eyes are blown wide, pupils so blue that you could get lost in them.

you’re nearly half delirious at the feeling of his warmth sheathed inside of you, barely able to keep your eyes open when jason starts to move.

he weighs you down and humps your tender cunt, making sure to hit your sensitive clit every time his hips meet yours over the obscene sound of his balls slapping your ass.

you can feel your orgasm rising each time he pushes forward, the pain of his cock knocking against your cervix blends seamlessly with the pleasure when he rubs against your sweet spot.

“does it feel good baby?” he huffs in your ear.

“it feels so good, jay!” you nod, “please, give me more!”

he feels you getting wetter and wetter, knowing the way your tight little body trembles when you’re reaching your orgasm.

“jason,” you gasp, tears clinging to your lashes when you reach your climax. your fingernails dig crescent moons into his skin. he grins at your face, morphed into a completely lewd painting of euphoric pleasure.

“you came so fast,” he pants, quickening his pace. “what about me?”

“i’m sensitive,” you try to stop him with a pathetic whine, small hands pushing against his chiselled chest so weakly that he laughs at your efforts.

“stay still baby,” he groans when he feels your cunt clamp down around him again. you would be the death of him one day. “i’m going to ruin this pretty pussy of yours.”

who are you to deny him? you finally lay back against the pillows, letting him fuck you like he wants to as he presses your knees against your chest to assault your poor cunt as you gush everywhere, making a mess on the bed.

jason has a perfect view of your cunt, the sight of your small figure underneath him and the way your hole is stretched to accomodate around his cock only spurs him on.

you are so cute this way. letting him stretch you past your usual limit, your tits bounce with each thrust and jason can’t resist placing one of your tits in his palm, relishing the softness of them in his touch.

he can feel the plush resistance when he jackhammers into you, forcing another orgasm out of you until you’re reduced to a babbling mess with your tongue hanging out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in that adorable expression he absolutely loves.

“f-fuck.” he feels his own coil of pleasure snapping in him as he succumbs to his own orgasm at the way your gummy walls clamp down around his throbbing cock. “you’re gonna take every drop of my cum in your pussy,” he growls, refusing to pull out until he sees you nod weakly.

“good girl.” he groans, finally satisfied of his own high before leaning down to occupy the space beside you.

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. smut, unprotected sex, sex in the middle of night, nightmares, established relationship, fluff, kissing, etc.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 💌

“Baby.. you’re having a nightmare..” you turned to face your husband who kept tossing and turning groaning and growling. You winced when you saw his claws growing out, knowing it hurts him. You rubbed his wrist softly kissing it. “Baby.. please wake up..” you kissed his cheek. Your kiss somewhat made him woke up and he straight sat up growling angrily. Clenching his fists his claws halfway out— you closed your eyes chest heaving as you took a deep breath. “I’m sorry..” he whispered. “No no no.. it’s okay baby..” you climbed to his lap hugging him close. “You have nightmares..” you cupped his cheeks making him look you in the eyes. You saw how sorry he was. His claws slowly retreated when he hugged you close to his chest. Slipping your warm hands under his white undershirt, kissing his shoulder. “I could’ve cut you.. hurt you. I’m so sorry..” you shook your head. “It’s okay baby.. I know your nightmares are frequent lately.” His bearded cheek now resting on your chest you rubbed over his back, comforting him. “Lay back..” you kissed his cheek slowly littering his skin with soft kisses. Gazing at you he listened to you slowly laying back down on his back, you now straddled his hips.

“Whatcha thinkin kitten..” he hummed, sweat rolling down his brow allowing himself to relax into the comfy bed. “Nothin..” your hands wandered down his toned abdomen stopping above his pj’s. “Just..” you smiled hovering above him pressing your lips against his taking his cock out. He gritted his teeth groaning at the touch of your sweet dainty fingers on his hard cock. You traced that bulging vein on underside of his length, moaning into his mouth. “Fuck..” he flipped you over so you ended up underneath him. Gasping loudly he feared your nighty apart with a single pull attacking your lips with his kissing you urgently. Getting himself between your thighs you whimpered feeling his cock against your pussy and he made sure he plunged right inside of you. Gosh the wetness.. the squelching sounds of your poor pussy being so stuffed full of him “Teasin’ your oldman like that huh?” Grunting he buried his face against your neck wrapping his huge arms around your body snapping his hips into you. Your pussy stretched so deliciously and the way your cream coated him only made him moan animalistically fucking you faster, harder. Your thighs raised, heels resting on his thighs as he pounded into you hungrily biting your shoulder making you cry out. “Baby..! Daddy!!” You clawed his back gripping it the way he rocked you back and forth jolting you beneath him with every thrust your belly swirled with heat. “Wanna cum on my cock, sweet little pussy for me huh?” He breathed watching his cock slide in and out of you rapidly rearranging his hands now on your waist holding you down on his cock. You nodded biting your lip whimpering loudly gasping for breath the way he angled his hips fucking you stupid. He needed this.. your pussy clenching around him chocking him perfectly milking all of his cum. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He growled pulling out of you gently. A broken whimper left you at the loss of his delicious cock. Flipping you on your belly he pulled your ass up just enough to plunge back inside of you this way he was reaching so deep you cried out. “I can take it.. mmmmm!!! Daddy.” You screamed into the pillow clenching your hands in the sheets. “Yeah? Being a good little girl for me huh?” Big calloused hands of your husband made you moan loudly the way he started to started to snap his hips into you slamming his hips against your butt. God the way he manhandled you as if you were a doll.. your skin was so hot to touch. Infused with love, with lust, with desire.

His heavy balls clapping your abused clit and his fingers soon found your circling it, burying his face in your hair as he gasped in pleasure fucking out all of his tension and bad memories of his nightmare. You felt so small on his length, underneath him like this. “Your old man loves you so much..” his thrusts decreased sending shivers down your spine the way his hands explored your naked breasts fondling them searching for your lips you kissed him with moans. “Love you so much..mmm..” your tongues tangled in heated passion and soon his hips picked up the speed thrusting his cock in and out of you until you tensed. The tip of his cock nestled on your sweet spot and it made you roll your eyes back into your skull. Your ruined cunt clenched around him so hard he growled loudly biting your shoulder. Your nails piercing your sheets as you gripped them squirting around his cock, he hummed at the mess shoving himself deeply inside of you unloading his warm cum in you. You sagged against the bed, and so did he letting you feel his weight. You smiled tiredly— feeling him roll off you and you automatically snuck into his tired arms. He kissed your forehead rubbing your arm and you couldn’t fight your exhaustion anymore. He watched you sleep, the moon shining through the window. You looked so beautiful like this.. in his arms. All his.. safe.. always safe.

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(Any typos, mistakes I apologise in advance)

[inkdrinkerworld]

I have thoughts!! Maybe reader who’s hyper independent. Like, will go run errands, or to the movies, or go out to eat by herself, etc bc that’s how it’s always been. And she forgets that she can let other people in on her plans too and when they mention it it’s just like an “..oh yeah duh” moment. It can literally be with any of the marauders idc

I made it poly!wolfstar on accident🤭🤭

“I have to pop into the shops to restock your orange juice and Rem’s chocolates, do you need anything else, poppet?”

You sit up from where you’ve got your laptop on your knees and set it down, ready to stand up and take the list from Sirius.

“I can do it Siri,” your hand stretches but Sirius is faster than you are and tucks the paper in his back pocket.

“So can I, doll. You’re working and I’m just sitting around here so I figure I can do it for you.”

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest. Your stance has Remus lifting his head from his book.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, slotting a receipt between the pages to keep his place.

“Someone doesn’t think I can go to the shops alone, it seems.” You know what Sirius is doing and your stance softens a little bit.

“That’s not it, I can just do it myself. I don’t want to bother either of you.”

“A bother, how mad.” When Sirius says the word it sound silly, but that’s how you feel.

Sirius tuts at your frown and Remus reaches for your wrist. “We can help you out every now and again, dove. It doesn’t have to be all on one of us, yeah?”

Remus strokes the inside of your wrist tenderly as he watches you from under his lashes. As coy and innocent as he plays himself, he can coax you and Sirius to anything.

“I know you like your independence and I’m not trying to take that away. Just want you to need me for something other than my good looks.” Sirius teases when you don’t say anything for a few minutes.

It earns him an eye roll and a smile from you and a pinch to his side from Remus.

“But can I go with you, Siri?”

Sirius smiles, “To supervise or to spend time with me?”

You shrug, “Can we take the ‘needing other people’ in steps?”

Sirius’ smile spreads wider; “Sure can, doll face. Shall we stop at the bakery and bring back some goods for our Rem?”

Remus stands as you two make to walk out, “Wait I’ll come too, I don’t want a cold croissant like last time.”

Sirius flushes while you laugh. “You get sidetracked one time from grocery shopping and you never live it down, so you?” His grumbles earn his a kiss smacked to his cheek from you.

Remus presses a consolatory kiss to Sirius’ lips, and the grocery trip is postponed till a little later.

[moonstruckme]

He would never take those bracelets off 😭 now I kinda want a fic of counselor James and counselor reader how cute

Hi, I've lowkey been hoarding this for months because I wanted to wait until I felt summery enough, thank you for requesting!!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 693 words

“Land ho, boys!” A familiar voice reaches you over the water. Your eyes are closed towards the sun, but you feel your lips twitch upward. “Thomas, if you don’t help Callum paddle you’ll fall behind, and the last one to shore has to buy me a popsicle after dinner. Hey, look, we’ve got a mermaid on our beach!” 

You turn your head to the side, squinting your eyes to see James and his cabin of boys paddling toward you in kayaks over the lake. You lift your hand in a lazy wave. 

“Oh, false alarm, it’s just y/n. Hi, y/n!” He raises an arm to wave back at you, wrist stacked with string bracelets made with care by small hands.

You swear he’s got more from your own campers than you have, but you don’t mind; James is a hero to most of the kids, the goofy gentle giant who lets them ride on his shoulders when your manager isn’t looking and deals temporary tattoos out of his cabin during mealtimes.

“Careful, Archie, mate, if she catches you rocking your kayak like that she’s going to hang you from the lifeguard stand by your toes.” The boys laugh, and James protests, “No, really! I’ve seen her do it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You roll your eyes and close them again, turning your face back towards the sky. It’s not until you hear the shushing of kayaks against the coarse sand and a shadow falls over you that you say, without opening your eyes, “Spreading rumors about me again?” 

“They know better than to take me seriously.”

James’ shadow moves as he sits beside you on the sand, and you turn your head again to see him. He’s looking over his shoulder at the boys, the lean muscles of his abdomen stretching and dusky skin shining with sweat in the afternoon sun.

“Hey, whoever puts my kayak and paddle up, I’ll buy them a popsicle after dinner.” Shouts and bickering ensue, and James turns back around with a smile. “Where are your kids?” he asks you. 

“In arts and crafts,” you say. “Figured I’d catch a nap while they were busy.” 

He hums, setting his hands on the warm sand behind him and leaning back. “So you didn’t just come here to see how fit I looked dragging a paddle through the water?” 

You know James is only playing, but embarrassment tingles down to your toes anyway. “Not this time, sorry.” 

“Mm, don’t believe you.” He shoots you a grin, and you look away under the guise of rolling your eyes. That thing is more glaring than the sun. “You coming to the bonfire tonight?” 

“Don’t we have to?” you ask. It’s the last night of this session, and camp always closes out with a bonfire and s’mores for the kids. 

“I mean the other bonfire.” At your blank look, James continues, looking rather too pleased to know something you don’t, “After the kid’s bonfire, when they’re all watching a movie in the cafeteria, some of the counselors are planning to go out into the woods and have a grown-up’s bonfire.” 

You giggle. “Grown-ups? What are we, twelve?”

James bobs his head. “And we’re gonna have s’mores, and tell ghost stories, and maybe play truth or dare,” he says in an exaggeratedly animated tone. “It’s gonna be super cool.” 

“It sounds super cool,” you agree, laughing. “I’ll be there.” 

“Excellent.” James casts a look over his shoulder and starts standing up. “I should get back to my kids before they injure each other.” 

You check the time and sigh. “Yeah, me too.” 

“Want a hand?” 

You reach up and James takes your hands in his, hauling you upright. Your head lightens once you’re vertical, a combination of your sun-warmed skin and James’ touch making you woozy. 

“See you later?” he asks, releasing your hands and starting to back away as the shouting behind him grows more boisterous. “I’ll come find you in the cafeteria, we can walk together.” 

“That’d be great, thanks.” You start walking away, too, ignoring the pleasant buzzing in your chest. “I wouldn’t miss it.” 

[shotmrmiller]

Alpha!Ghost x F!Omega Reader

they're still werewolves. they're shifters, yeah? idk forgive me if im inaccurate in literally anything here i just got excited and here we are.

tw: im pretty sure dub-con with the knotting.

Ghost commanded Soap to toss everything you might've owned in that cozy, little flat of yours. He made sure that there was nothing for you to go back to.

You belong to with him.

Once he brought you back, you locked yourself in your room. You ignored everyone and Soap told him that you wouldn't even eat— leaving your food untouched outside your door.

Ghost let you be angry with him, but not eating was unacceptable.

When he went to go see you, he didn't even bother knocking.

"Open this door." When he didn't get a response from you, he slammed his palm against it once.

"Now," he growled.

When you cracked the door open, his nostrils flared, and almost lost control of his human form in his rage. His vision was starting to go fuzzy at the edges, his lip curling to expose his teeth that had begun to lose their blunt shape.

Ghost was murderous. "You left me t'be with another."

He saw your throat bob as you swallowed. "No, Ghost, I didn't. I left because I heard what you told Soap. How I'm just a dalliance, that I- hey!"

Ghost cut you off with his claw-tipped hand, grabbing your jaw firmly, turning your head side to side, inspecting. "You let him scent ya?"

He felt your jaw clenching under his touch and could smell the salty scent of your indignant tears. "I suppressed my scent, not my heats."

The implication of what you just said had him digging his claws into your soft, delicate skin— puncturing it.

With his hand, he forcibly pushed you back into your room as he walked forward, slamming the door closed with his boot.

"Yeah? He help ya, did he?" Ghost squeezed your jaw tighter, making you whimper from the pain. "Did he have ya drenched with slick the way I do, pet? Hm?"

He pulled you close to hiss into your ear. "Did ya beg for his knot the way you did me? Did his cock reach tha’ rough little spot inside of your cunt tha’ has your eyes rolling to the back of your head?"

Ghost flicked the pointed tip of your ear with his warm tongue, knowing exactly what it did to you, he could smell it. "I bet he didn't feel your pussy tighten around him like a vice as you came. I bet he didn't even get ya fucking close to coming."

Another sound slipped past your lips— this time synonymous with the drool-worthy scent in the air. Aroused. Delicious. He had to gulp down an almost mouth full of saliva to continue.

"I know he had no idea how to handle you. He fucked ya, sure, but he doesn't know how you look as you bite your lip when I stretch ya on my cock to the absolute limit. He doesn't know what your face looks like as you're fucked stupid— slobbering onto the nest you made with my shirts while I took ya from behind."

You're a mewling, sloppy mess in his grasp and he hasn't even started. There's a rosy hue adorning your face, pink mouth slightly open, but it's how you look at him that has his massive cock twitching painfully inside of his trousers— almost has him losing control.

They're glassy, hazy with lust. You're looking at him like he's the only thing that matters. 

Your heat's begun.

That pathetic alpha will never know the sounds you made when Ghost held you against the wall and prodded your entrance with his fingers, absolutely drenching his hand, slick dripping down to his wrist.

He'll never know how you choked on your breath when Ghost sank you onto his rigid length until he felt the entrance of your womb. He won't know the wails you let out as Ghost fucked you, won't know the way your nails scored his scarred back when he ground his cock against your cervix, feeling it lightly pinch the tip of his head.

He'll never the way you moaned into his kiss, tasting the inside of your mouth with his tongue, or the way you cried from pleasure when he began to aim for your sweet spot. He’ll never know how tight your pussy walls clamp down on him as you climax, leaving a white frothy cream at his swelling base.

Ghost pushes your head up against the wall because he wants to see your face as he starts to nudge against your abused cunt, and the way your face contorted into a pained ecstasy when he pushed past the resistance with a pop— knotting you as he fills you with his cum. Bonding you.

You've always been his. You knew it too, otherwise, you would've done better at hiding from him.

Ghost leans in to lick your neck, tongue pressing into the firm swell of your gland, sharp canines grazing.

Another time.

He smoothly maneuvers himself so that he's sitting against the wall that's got a crack in it, whoops, without tugging on where you are both connected.

Ghost looks down at you and notices your pupils are blown wide as you gaze up at him, and his chest begins to rumble, infinitely pleased.

Days later, Ghost only sticks his head out of your room which is heady with the smell of heat and arousal, and calls for Soap with a sibilant whistle.

Ghost gives him orders which Soap nods to with a feral grin spread on his face, and leaves. Soon, there will only be one alpha that knows what you look like in your heat at all.

[hitomisuzuya]

Stepcest DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Mirror sex. Bondage/Handcuffs. Degradation. Creampie.

@cyberprimeyt dropped this suggestion in the comments, so I am tagging them to credit.

It was hard for you not to look away shyly at the sight in the mirror. You were on your elbows and knees, ass raised in the air. Your wrists handcuffed together behind your back, your hips pushing back needily into Scaramouche's cock as he slowly teased you by stretching you apart a little at a time.

Scaramouche laughed shakily behind you. "Just look at how wet you are," Holding onto your wrists for leverage, he pushed his cock a little deeper inside of you. You whined, arching your back as an embarrassed blush coated your cheeks. Your pussy had been doing nothing but drooling on his cock as he teased you, his length shiny with your juices.

You couldn't help it, you felt so shy you started to bury your face in his already drool soaked pillows. "No, no, no," Scaramouche said, smacking your ass before turning your head, forcing you to look in the mirror. "Look at how pretty your slutty cunt looks stretched out around my cock," He gave your clit a pinch to get you to open your eyes.

He hissed feeling your pussy clench around his cock. "Please, Scara," You whined, swaying your hips, "I need my step brother's cock inside of me." His teasing was so ruthless that you could barely even think.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, kitten," Scaramouche cooed, smirking as he reached down to stroke your hair before thrusting the rest of his cock inside of you all at once, making your whole body shake as the head abruptly made contact with your spongy spot. "Such a slut, always craving my cock," He bottomed out with a husky groan.

"Don't you dare fucking look away," He emphasized his words with harsh thrusts, his cock pulsing between your sensitive, gummy walls. "Fucking hell, I am so fucking deep," His hips smacked into yours yours, every thrust making your legs shake and more drool pool onto the pillow. His hand felt around on your stomach, his laugh soft and drunk sounding when he felt a buldge.

Your teary eyes blurred the vision of his cock pumping in and out of your pussy, but you couldn't disobey your step brother and look away. Scaramouche laughed, pushing on the buldge in your stomach to see you squirm seeing the embarrassed blush on your cheeks darken.

Scaramouche got the perfect view of fucking his sweet, delicate step sister dumb on his cock. Whimpers were starting to bleed into your moans, your body twitching as your walls squeezed tight around his cock as he drove it relentlessly into your sweet spot.

He could hear you trying to string some words together, his cock pulsing hard when all you could seem to do was moan and babble incoherently. "Hmm? What was that, kitten?" His fingers danced on your clit, making you mewl happily.

"Cum..cum inside..me..please" Scaramouche couldn't help but laugh again. Your plea sounded so dumb and cute. His hand tightened on your wrists, groaning as he lost himself pumping his cock into your messy cunt.

His fingers feverishly rubbed your clit, a pinch on the throbbing nub bringing you to cream whimpering on his cock. The only thing holding you up as his grasp on your wrists, relying solely on him as he chased his own high.

You mewled happily as Scaramouche's cock emptied inside of you, weakly pushing your hips back into his cock. Once he was spent, he pulled out of you and rolled you over onto your back. Leaning down, he licked your tears away before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"Look at how pretty you look fucked dumb on my cock," He cooed, making you look in the mirror again so you could see his cum seeping from your cunt.

[elliesgaythoughts]

I saw that…

bbf trans!ellie x dom (kinda) reader

a/n: yes you may have saw this before on another account, I shared some of my work on theirs but I prefer to have it here now.

warnings: masturbation e! & r!, use of mama for Ellie and r!, sliiight teasing.

the sweat treacled down your forehead in the dark room, only the faint moonlight breaking through the space in your curtains as Ellie “fuck, ellie” littered your brain with scenarios.

your fingertips dancing along your pussy as you huffed through your pout, trying not to wake anyone else in your house, especially not the goddess that your brother called a mere friend that layed in his room, her pretty auburn hair was probably splayed against the pillow she layed on her bed on the floor, your body grew hot at the thought of her, tears hanging on your lashes as you pushed a finger inside yourself, wishing it was her and pushing a second in, just trying to mimic the feelings you know you’d feel if she were to ever lay a finger on your skin.

the sound of squelching and low groans filled the room, memories of Ellie’s length brushing against your hip as she’d yawn and reach past you for a colourful box of cereal, memories of how she fucking teased you today, strutting around your house in her grey sweatpants, her eyes lighting up whenever she’d noticed your teeth buried in your bottom lip and the plush of your thighs pressed together, just as they are now, enclosing on your wrist as you imagined her filling you up, stretching you out.

your tears streamed your face as you whispered her name, like an almost silent mantra, your back arching off the bed as your toes curled, your air caught in your throat as you leaked around your fingers, the band in your belly so so close to snapping “fffuu-ELLIE?!” your heart practically stopped in your chest as you caught Ellie’s eyes, rolling over and hiding under the fluff of your covers “please” you begged mindlessly “please oh my god” embarrassment swallowing you.

ellie, looking more concerned than you, fearing that she made you horribly uncomfortable “no uh- I’m so sorry” her hand gripped the cold gold of your handle as she covered her body with the door “I heard…” she pauses in contemplation “..noises.”

you pause, only coming to reality when you notice the blush in her cheeks, how her eyes darted around the room, how her small breasts raised and fell with each of her shallow breaths as she tried to hide herself behind your door “yeah…um” you dip your head, growing shy “c’mere” you whisper, having a good idea of what is going on behind that door as you see the subtle movements of Ellie’s hand “n-no” her voice raising in pitch “I can’t…” she ends the sentence with a light flutter of her lashes, trying to keep her eyes open, she knows you know.

and with her light huffs through her pout and her pupils blown out her head, she instantly switches the power dynamic as you softly pull down the plush of your covers, revealing the smooth flesh that adorned your chest, the soft skin of your belly as you revealed your entire body, you lay there bare for her eyes to eat greedily at every inch of your bare skin, all but what she craved most.

her palm slapping over her mouth as you watched her hand move feverently, her eyes locked onto your fingertips as they met your clit through your soaked panties, a daring whine of “ellie” rang through your room in the dark.

she was so fucking greedy “pleasee” her knees buckling as she leans back against your doorframe, shamelessly reavealing her fist gliding up and down her fucking pretty dick and the auburn trail leading down to it “hmm?” you giggled, dipping into your panties and pulling your soaked fingers out, swirling your tongue around it, your eyes never leaving hers as you bobbed your head, moaning at the taste of yourself.

her gaze ate you up “please, please mama” she gasps under her breath, her opposite hand coming up, sliding under her white tee and twisting on her nipple “aww you wanna cum, baby?”

her blushed face nods as she sighs a weak “yess” through her pout as you squeeze your legs together, finding it hard to focus as you watch her tip leak, the way a thick vein that ran stiff up the side of her beating as her belly caved “yeah?” “uh huh” she squeaks.

“so pretty” you hum “ could keep you like this forever”

“baby please” she begs.

“are you a good girl ellie?”

she’s practically cumming already as her thumb comes up and makes soft curls onto her tip “y-” cut off by her own whimpers.

“be a good girl and cum on your fucking hands” you say, sickly sweet and her body instantly curls in on itself, a line of drool slipping past her lips as she grunts to herself, before strings of cum covers her and and your name leaves her throat, her hands finally slowing and breath steadying as you step off your bed, your breasts bouncing subtly while you watch you watch her weak frame.

you stand practically bare infront of her, yet she’s the one shying away, eyes low and lips parted slightly still in shock.

your hand reaches forward and connects with her dick as you slip her back into her boxers and place a kiss on her cheek “you did so good for me mama” and your heart flutters at the bashful grin her lips curve into at the nickname, she kisses your cheek this time “thank you” her praises land in a shaky breath against you face.

“now be a good girl and go get some sleep f’me” and without a word she nods and begins to turn on her heels..

only to be interrupted by you.

she gasps in surprise as you press her against your bedroom wall, giving her a soft kiss, the feeling of bliss consuming you and her as you both sigh softly against eachother before you pull back, a shit eating grin on your face and butterflies in your belly “goodnight ellie” you grab your handle for her to leave before she leans forward “goodnight mama” she coos softly into your ear, making your heartbeat fall to your clit as her cockiness returns, mirroring your previous smirk and leaving your room silently, only giving you a quick glance over her shoulder as her eyes light up meeting yours then tip toeing into her room.

You watch her and miss her the second your door clicks, back landing against your door as you cover your mouth and squeal in excitement into your palm, giggling to yourself as you climb back into bed..

@williamellieslilho @yourelliewillms @bready101 @moonalumi @heygrimace @pascals-doll @infiniteinquiries @aouiaa

[t0yac1d]

More Than One (B.Loomis x Fem!Reader)

Request: More overstimulation pookie🥺

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, praise, p in v

Word Count: 733

Notes: So sorry that this is pretty short, a bitch graduated and now she's tired, like EXHAUSTED. But I am working on a bunch of requests that I haven't gotten to due to school. But now that I am free, I should be able to finish all of them in a fashionable manner! Thank you all for being extremely patient with me! Mwah <3

You sat at the end of your bed with a mirror in front of you and your legs spread wide open and tears rolling down your face. Billy's fingers were stuffed in your soaking wet cunt.

He's made you cum too many times now and he's still demanding for more.

Every time you came, he'd ask you, "One more. Giving me one more wouldn't hurt."

And every time you threw your head back, he'd grab your jaw and force you to look at yourself. He'd force you to look at how much of a mess you are just from his fingers.

"If this is how you act with my fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle my cock. Maybe if I stretched you out, like this.." he whispered, spreading his fingers in you.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are baby."

"Just dripping, all for me, right?" he asked, looking at you in the mirror, "Just for me?"

You gave him a nod, unable to answer him from how good he moved his fingers. But he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear that all of this- all of you, was just for him.

He stopped moving his fingers and took them out of your very sensitive pussy. You let out a whine, and grabbed his wrist. "I gotta hear you say it. All this is just for me, right?"

"Y-yes, yes! All of me is just for you!" you moaned. Billy smiled and kissed your neck, "Good girl." he cooed in your ear, dipping his fingers deep in you, earning a rich moan from your pretty lips.

"Give me another one." Billy sighed as if he were a trance, he watched as your cum oozed out of your pretty hole. "Y-You said one more. I gave you one more." you muttered.

"And I'm askin' for another. So be a good girl and do what you're told."

You whined and shifted in his lap, feeling his cock against your ass. "Or I could just get one out of you. How does that sound? Wanna be my pretty little pillow princess?"

You looked up at Billy with watery eyes and plump, pouty lips. "Lay on the bed,"

You did as you were told and crawled to the head of your baby pink bed, resting your head on your fluffy pillows and watching Billy crawl over to you and his bigger frame cage you between his arms.

You felt like a small animal that's been caught and cornered.

"You look so pretty like this, so pretty under me." he smiled, pushing his pants and boxers down, but just enough for his dick to pop out. "Just lay there and be pretty."

Billy spread your legs open and slowly slid himself in, he threw his head back and pulled out. This continued for some time, just him teasing your sensitive, aching and begging pussy. "Billy.." you whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "What?"

"Please, please, please.."

Billy scoffed and smirked, "What happened to before?" he asked. His tip just poking at your hole. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest.

He pushed his cock in you and fucked you at a rough and fast pace. "You wanted this?" Your ankles rested on his shoulders and his hair had fell and stuck to his forehead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, want me to fill you up pretty?" he asked, you nodded your head and gripped the sheets, "Yes, yes, yes fuck- fill me up, please," you babbled.

Billy chuckled and grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips and grabbing your face to give you the sloppiest and nastiest kiss.

His hips bucked and stuttered; he moved his hand down from your jaw to your clit and rubbed circles on the bud. You moaned in his mouth, and he swallowed those beautiful sounds.

You creamed around his dick, and he nutted in you, filing you up to the brim. He slowly thrusted in you, keeping his cum in you, not wanting a single drop wasted.

You were definitely overstimulated, the amount of times you came from his fingers and now cumming from his cock. Your body feels like it's on fire.

Billy pulled out of you and flipped you over, "I'm not done with you pretty girl."

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

i deserve you, and you deserve me

pairing: daddy!chan x chubby fem reader

genre: comfort, soft smut

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: reader is insecure about her body, mentions of weight, pet names, unprotected sex.

an: this is kind of a request from @httpdwaekki and what i mean by that is, i sort of wrote part of it and im saving the other part for another post. i hope that’s okay! i wanted this one to be very soft and sweet and the other part of the request that we talked about i feel like would be better if it were a little more… rough? lol im def planning on doing it when i have time tho so look out for that. :)

also, idk the results of the poll i just posted, but hopefully they’re pro daddy!chan because here’s this. <3

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it was early in the morning. the sun peeking through the blinds gently wakes you from your peaceful sleep. you open your eyes slowly and begin to stretch your body, tensing all of your muscles only to then let them relax. you were warm, the blankets soft against your skin. you hugged your stuffed animal tighter to your chest, not wanting to get up yet. your stretching and rustling must have caused a stir in your boyfriend. he made a noise of his own before rolling over to face you, his chest to your back, and throwing his arm over your waist. though you are facing away from him, you can picture what he looks like in your mind. his dark curly hair was a mess, you were sure, sticking up every which way. his eyes were heavy, refusing to open, his cheeks slightly flushed. he pulled you closer to his body, mumbling out a “good morning.” his voice was deep and thick with sleep.

you tried to hide it, but your body went rigid. you noticed that you were both still naked from the night before. and all you could focus on was how his hand gripped the fat of your stomach. and suddenly you felt disgusting. you wanted to hide from him, to pull away and cover yourself. but doing so would alert him to your feelings and you didn’t want to make him feel like he did something wrong. so you continued to lay there, a million horrible thoughts running through your mind. it was one thing to be naked together at night, when the light is minimal and you feel like he can’t see your body. but now it’s morning and the sun is bright. if he were to look now, he would see everything. every pound, every stretch mark, every hideous thing about you. you wouldn’t be able to hide it. you gently gripped his wrist, rubbing the back of his hand gently with your thumb, before lifting his arm off of your stomach. you moved his hand to rest in a slightly better spot, on your hip. he huffed a disapproving sound before putting his arm right back where it was originally and pulling you in even tighter.

“can’t hold you right if my hand is on your hip.” he mumbled, squeezing you lovingly, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

you gave in and tried to enjoy his arms around you. you loved him, and he made you feel so safe. feeling his strong arms around you made you want to sink into him further. but you couldn’t get rid of the incessant tapping on the windows of your mind telling you that you’re too big for him. there’s too much of you. that he deserves someone skinny and that you deserve nothing. the noise in your head grew louder and louder, you body itching to be covered. you gently tried to pry yourself from his grip, reaching for your discarded pajamas on the floor. but of course, in true chan fashion, he wouldn’t let you go. he held you tight, grunting his disapproval.

“daddy im cold.” you lied. “i want my pajamas.”

he still held you tight, but now his hand started to travel. his fingers slowly ran up your stomach, over your rolls much to your dismay, until he was cupping your breast in his palm.

“i can think of a way to warm you up.” he says softly, his lips brushing against your shoulder blade, his thumb rubbing back and forth across your nipple.

you started to panic. what were you supposed to do now? you didn’t want to push him away, you didn’t want to make him feel unwanted. but at the same time, you couldn’t let him continue. couldn’t let him look at you.

he must have sensed your apprehension. his hand slid back down to your waist. “is something wrong, baby? we don’t have to if you’re not in the mood.” he sounded slightly disappointed. and you thought you should run with that. yes that’s it, you’re just not in the mood. but you always found it hard to lie to him. lying is what bad girls did and you were very much not a bad girl.

he pulled the cover higher up your body, tucking you in, shielding you from the non existent cold that he thought you felt.

“it’s not that i don’t want to..” you said quietly.

“then what is it, princess?” he asked, pressing soft kisses against your back. “do i have morning breath?” he chuckled. “i’ll go brush my teeth right now.” but he made no move to leave the bed, too warm and comfortable next to you.

when you didn’t answer him, and when you didn’t giggle at his teasing like you normally would, he paused. “baby what’s wrong?”

you took a deep breath, knowing the conversation that this statement was going to cause. you almost lied, almost told him that you just didn’t feel well, or that you were still sleepy. the lie danced on your lips but you couldn’t push it further. “i don’t want you to see me.” you said into the plush of your stuffie, the fabric muffling your voice.

“what was that?” he asked, gently tugging at your friend, pulling him away from your face.

“i- i don’t want you to.. to see me.” you said, your voice quiet but very clear this time.

“princess..” he cooed. he separated his body from yours, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look at your properly. he gently tugged on your arm, rolling you over onto your back. you let him pull you but held the cover tightly to your body, not letting any skin peek through. you looked up at him with glassy eyes that made his chest hurt. he cradled your face in his hand. “why don’t you want me to see you? hmm?”

“i don’t want you to see what i look like..”

“baby i love looking at you. don’t you know that?” he asked, trying to pull the cover out of your grip but you held on tight.

“but i’m so.. big. and you’re so lean and muscled. you’re beautiful. you deserve someone skinny and pretty.”

“hey stop that.” he scolded. “you are not big. you are perfect. you’re so perfectly beautiful and i don’t want anyone but you. i deserve you and you deserve me.” he pointed to himself and then pointed at you as he spoke. “yeah?”

you shook your head, disagreeing with him. he obviously deserved someone way better than you. everyone knew that. people wondered why you were with him. why he picked you. you could feel their judgement every time you entered a room holding his hand. could feel all of their eyes on you.

he could tell you were in your head about it, struggling to believe him. he tugged on the blanket once more. “cmon baby. let me see your beautiful body?”

you held firm to the blanket, shaking your head no.

“baby..” his tone was changing. still sweet, but more authoritative. “be a good girl and let me see.”

you bit you lip, unsure of what to do. he was pulling the daddy card. you hesitated still and he had decided that he had had enough. he sat up, his toned chest and abdomen flexing as he scooted himself to the edge of the bed. he sat there, legs dangling off the edge, and he looked back at you, still cowering under the blanket.

“come here, little one.” he said, his voice calm. you knew he meant business but he didn’t sound mad. he gestured with his hand for you to come to him before pointing to the small space of mattress between his legs. “now.”

you slowly pulled the cover off. and using your hands to hide yourself as best as you could, you crawled over to him.

“sit between daddy’s legs.” he said. “put your back to my chest.”

you did as he said, wrapping your arms around your middle.

he wrapped his arms around you as well, enveloping you in his warmth. he kissed your neck and your shoulder before looking straight ahead.

directly across from the bed, propped up against the wall, was a giant mirror. he looked at you in its reflection, your eyes looking down.

“baby look.” he said softly. he squeezed you in his arms, motioning with his head to the mirror. but you didn’t want to look. couldn’t look. you had been avoiding your reflection for a while now, the sight of your own body making you nauseous. you turned your head toward his face. he looked at your sweet eyes, filling with tears.

“i- i can’t.” you choked out, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“hey..” he swiped your tears with his fingers. “none of that.”

he kissed your quivering lips once before he spoke.

“you don’t have to look. but i’m going to.” he said. “and you know what i see?”

you shook your head no, sniffling.

he smiled down at you. “i see my beautiful little baby.” he looked back at the mirror. “i see your sweet face, your perfect skin, your cute soft little tummy.” he poked your stomach with his finger, causing you to squirm. a small smile flitted across your face. you could hear the sincerity in his voice. you believed he truly meant what he said and you softened a little to his touch, starting to feel at ease.

he made an mmm sound in his throat. “i see your gorgeous thighs..” his hands slid down to your legs, squeezing. “you’re so soft, baby. you’re like my little cloud.” he whispered as he kissed your neck. you tilted your head back to give him better access. he kissed and licked at your skin until your head felt light and fuzzy.

“and these..” he groaned, grabbing your breasts, one in each hand. “baby you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen..” he rolled your nipples in between his fingers and your breath caught in your throat. he rocked his hips, pushing his erection into you. “do you feel that baby?” he asked. “you feel what you do to me?”

your hands gripped his thighs, your arousal growing, your brain felt like TV static.

“only you do this to me, princess.” he licked your earlobe, a shiver running through your body. “you’re so fucking beautiful i just can’t help myself..”

his hands grabbed your hips. “hold on to my legs, baby.” and that was all the warning he gave you before he lifted you up and sat you down on his length. he sank into you easily, causing you both to groan. “see how easy i pick you up?” he rocked your hips back and forth. “you’re so tiny compared to me.”

he reached down and spread your legs apart. “fuck, princess.” he exhaled. “look how well you take me.”

and you did. for the first time, you looked at your reflection and it was.. hot.

wait, you looked hot.

your tightness was gripping him as he pumped in and out of you, your arousal dripping down him. he looked completely lost in you. his eyes were everywhere, looking at your bouncing breasts, glancing at the look of pleasure on your face, focusing on where his body met yours.

“baby you’re so perfect.” he panted. “my perfect girl.”

his fingers came to rub little circles where you needed him most and you tightened around him.

“cmon baby..” he moaned in your ear. “i’m not going to last much longer.”

you watched his reflection as he worked his hands on you. his beautiful fingers applying a little more pressure. you eyes closed and your head fell back on his shoulder. “ah ah baby.” he tutted. “eyes open for me. watch how stunning you are when you cum.”

your head lolled forward, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. but this time it wasn’t because you were repulsed, it was because he was making you feel so good. “there you go baby.” he cooed. “good girl.”

your walls fluttered around him. “daddy…” you whined.

“i know baby. feels so good, huh? do you see how beautiful you are?” his thrusts were starting to get sloppy, and your high was very quickly approaching. “see how perfect you are? fuck— you’re. so. perfect.” he punctuated his statement with his thrusts before he stilled and released inside of you. you watched as it leaked down, staining the sheets. after a moment, he started rolling his hips again, wanting to see you come undone.

your nails dug into the skin of his thighs as your release washed over you. you tried as hard as you could to keep your eyes open but you just couldn’t. the pleasure was too much and your body shook and went limp in his arms. he supported your weight, held you against him as he helped you ride it out.

“come back to me, baby.” he whispered against your shoulder, placing gentle kisses there. you eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. your eyes shifted to your own face, flushed in post orgasm bliss. your hair was a mess but you had to admit the pink of your cheeks really made your eyes shine. they practically sparkled in front of you.

you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, his face was also flushed. he smiled, his little dimple poking out. you kissed him slowly. muttering i love you against his lips.

“i love you more, sweet girl.” he said, holding you just a little tighter. “and i’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you that. showing you just how beautiful you really are.”

and though you weren’t ready to see yourself exactly as he saw you, you really did feel beautiful in his arms. and you knew with his help, you could learn to love more of yourself.

and you knew, just with the way he was looking at you now, pure adoration on his face, his lips swollen and damp from your kissing, you knew.. you deserved him.

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[bakersgrief]

WARNINGS: Use of the title master, butt plugs, bondage, collars, cock rings, gn reader, mild petplay, mild orgasm denial, just a little crying and overstim.

Rio's room was always the prettiest at sunset. The pink and red hues coming in through the window perfectly complimented the orange color scheme of the room. Everything seemed to glow at this time of day.

So of course the warm light bathing him perfectly complimented Rio's flushed skin.

"Hnnn... ah.... uh, Master, please-"

Rio tossed his head back in desperation as he squirmed helplessly on the couch. His legs were bound separately so that his calves pressed against the back of his thighs.

He was spread out, his wrists tied to his ankles, leaving him entirely helpless. And boy was the feeling arousing. Watching his lover survey him, his shiny new collar, his pert nipples, his flushed, leaking cock.

Rio moaned as his lover fondled him, admiring the way he clenched around the plug in his ass. The thin stream of precum flowing from his tip flowed down onto his balls, making them so perfect for groping, watching them grow shiny with his own mess.

Rio's cock twitched, the tight ring at the base preventing him from cumming.

It felt like the teasing lasted for hours. His lover had spent plenty of time teasing his body beforehand. Pinching and flicking his nipples, rubbing his taint, making him suck on their fingers...

Was he drooling? Rio thought he might be drooling. The poor puppy had gone dumb from all the slow teasing.

After the ring went on, Rio's lover had taken their sweet time pressing kisses down his length, tracing the ridge of his head with their tongue excruciatingly thoroughly. He probably could have cum from the kitten licks they lavished on his tip alone.

And now his lover was sucking on his frenulum-

Rio's eyes rolled back in his head as his hips bucked.

"Oooh, oh, master, please, please-"

"Please what, puppy?"

They had to stop sucking on him to speak, and Rio nearly cried.

"Are you begging me to cum?"

"Uh, um..."

Rio wasn't sure. He couldn't stand the thought of this sweet torment ending. But at the same time, he was just so painfully hard. Maybe, if he asked nicely, his lover would milk him instead of denying him-

"Ah, UH!"

Rio's mouth fell open as his lover slowly tugged on his plug, stretching his hole as they sucked harshly on his tip.

"Nngh ah! Huh! Ohh master, oooh-"

Rio thrashed in desperation. The sensations would have made him cum on the spot, if only he could.

Pop!

The plug came out.

Pop!

It went back in.

Rio's entire body was shaking, tears beginning to fall from his lovely blue eyes.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

"MASTER! PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

He wanted to cum. He needed to come. Rio felt like his sanity was slipping away from him.

His lover sucked on his taint for a moment, pulling away with a thoughtful hum.

"I think it's about time."

"H-huh?"

Rio sniffled. Had he started crying? Apparently so.

"It's about time I took it off. You're not supposed to leave it on too long. Don't wanna hurt my puppy, now, do I?"

Rio shook his head frantically, trembling in excitement. He sighed in relief when the ring finally came off, his red cock bobbing a bit.

A soft, warm hand wrapped around the base as his lover went back to so sucking his tip, gently teasing his slit with their tongue.

The stimulation was languid, slowly leading Rio into his first powerful orgasm of the night.

"Nnh ah, yes! Yes yes yes yes yes-"

He babbled incoherently, his entire body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. His lover continued sucking on his head long after he had finished cumming, drawing whimpers from his throat.

They popped off his head with a satisfying sound, surveying his disheveled state.

"Don't tell me you're done already, puppy."

They pulled the plug out of his ass, reaching for his favorite dildo and lube beside them.

Rio trembled, his body exhausted from the barrage of stimulation.

"You'll take it like a good boy, right?"

"Y-yes, master!

@floydsteeth

[alisblackgf]

YO ZAC WELCOME BACKKKKK,

But yk I got a request 🤞🏽

Earth-42!Miles with fem!spider-reader

Like reader was from 1610!miles universe but when he went to earth-42 she went with him and maybe like there was a prowler!reader in 42!miles universe but she died and hes like “look at the power you had here…with me”

(The rest up to you…yk how I like it zacy 😏)

YEAH OFC <3

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: earth-42!miles x fem!spider!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in his universe, you’re dead. it’s not fair that some inferior version of him gets to have you alive and well while he’s stuck grieving you. he makes it his number one priority to show you what you could have with him. what you had.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: inhales exhales i don’t like this and idk if i did him justice but HOPEFULLY I DID. it’s a little messy idk if i did this right HELO i hope you like it anyway (shout out to rae for helping me with the spanish 🫶)

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: hermosa - beautiful; tú eras mi vida y mi mundo - you were my life and my world; mi amor - my love

you woke up in a daze.

your surroundings were dark with only a little illumination coming from a small window. you tried to get up, but you were quickly dragged back down to notice you were tied to a pole. the more you pulled against it (to no avail), the more you lost hope.

you took a shaky breath and looked around the room to find miles tied up on a punching bag. he didn’t look conscious. his head is hung low and you could barely see his closed eyes. your heart dropped and made it your mission to get his attention.

“miles? miles!”

then, your spidey-sense goes off.

you hear footsteps drawing closer and closer to you, and you desperately try to break free from the pole.

“i wouldn’t wake him just yet, hermosa.”

your eyes widened as you looked back at miles, who was still knocked out. you were extremely confused at who was talking to you. they sounded just like your miles, but it wasn’t. you were about to speak, but then the mystery person came out of the shadows and kneeled down to see you.

it was..miles? but not your miles for sure. this miles had braids, and judging from the term of endearment he called you earlier, he could for sure roll his r’s. he gently took your face in his hands and scanned you for any sign of injury. when he makes sure you’re fine, he smiles at you.

“you’re just as beautiful as i remember,” he says.

“i’m sorry?” you ask, seeing as you’ve never met him in your life.

he sighed at your words and untied you from the pole. when your hands are free, you rub your wrists in an attempt to ease the soreness that enveloped them. you tried to shoot a web, but you soon notice that your web-shooters are gone.

“c’mon, mami, you don’t think i’m dumb, do you?” he chuckles at your attempt before untying your feet, and you stretched your legs in response. once he’s up, he holds out his hand to you. you hesitantly accept. he helps pull you up from the floor and you dust yourself off.

he looks at you before asking, “i’m assuming your name is (y/n)?”

you nod in response, looking a little concerned before saying, “how’d you know?”

“because that’s what my girl’s name was, and you look and sound just like her.”

“your girl?” you ask curiously. he nods and shows you a polaroid picture of him and a girl. he was right, she looked exactly like you. “why isn’t she here?”

his facial expression went from relaxed to serious. he sighed before speaking, “she’s dead.”

your eyes widen. you know you’re not his (y/n), but hearing that a version of you is dead sends shivers down your spine.

“tú eras mi vida y mi mundo, (y/n). you were taken from me for the same reason you save people now.”

“and what’s that?”

“your compassion,” he says with a slight bitterness to his tone. “you cared so much for people. too much. i shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”

you listened eagerly. even if she wasn’t you necessarily, you were still curious to hear how a variant of you died.

you put your hand on his shoulder and nodded, and he took it as a sign to continue.

“we were handling business. two guys had crossed us. i was taking care of one, you were with the other. he was begging for his life, and you showed him kindness and spared him. then, he..”

you could hear his breathing getting shaky, and you began to rub his shoulder.

“you don’t have to finish, i— i get the gist of it,” you assure him.

he nods and pulls you into a hug. you hesitantly hug him back, feeling bad for him. once you wrap your arms around him, he whispers to you, “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, mi amor.”

your breath hitches and your eyes widen.

“i’m so, so sorry for your loss, miles. but i’m not her. i don’t belong here,” you try to reason. you hear shuffling on the punching bag and you can see miles—your miles—stirring awake.

“miles! you’re okay!” you gently move the other miles off of you and run to your miles.

“for the most part,” he tries to joke.

“i don’t think you get it,” earth-42 miles begins to speak. you turn away from your miles to look at the other one. “you had so much power with me, (y/n).”

“what’s this dude on about?” earth-1610 miles whisper-asks you, but all you can do is shrug in response to him.

“look, i’m sorry that your girlfriend died, but i’m not her, and i never will be,” you spat, getting annoyed.

“i’ll give you two options,” the other miles begins. “you can die with bug-boy here, or you can come rule the streets with me.”

your eyes widen as he walks over to you guys, now in a prowler suit. he puts his gauntlet on and shoves you out of the way, putting his hand around your miles’ neck, choking him.

“pick your poison, mami. let’s hope you make the right choice.”

I REALLY HOPE I DID HIM JUSTICE OMG

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

[hier--soir]

big

simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

rating: explicit, 18+ mdni summary: he's big and he knows it. warnings/tags: explicit piv sex, size kink, degradation kink, brief ass play, dacryphilia, he's mean but only cause he knows you love it. word count: 1k masterlist a/n: i'd say i'm sorry, but i'm not. follow @hier--soirupdates if you'd like to be notified when i share my writing

It all happened so quick.

Careful glances at you from across the table. Noticing the way you watch him for the entire meeting, all doe-eyed and hungry, lip snagged between your teeth. And then his rough hold around your wrist, marching you down a set of stairs and through a long corridor, into an abandoned office on a lower level of the base. Hot breath on your neck as he tells you no one ever comes down here. Tearing his gloves off, tossing them to the ground and promising that no one’ll hear you. Dark and unused, the room stinks of dust and mould, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even bother flipping the light switch on before he’s dragging your trousers to your ankles and nudging your stumbling frame towards the sofa.

It's old, made of rough olefin that scratches at the bare skin of your hips, your tits, your face. Time passes and you’re sure an angry rash must be splotching across your skin, raw and sensitive from the contact, but he isn’t letting up.

Simon’s right hand is firm, fingers splayed between your shoulder blades to keep your face against the cushions and your body bent over the armrest as he fucks into you from behind.

“Needy little thing.” The low timbre of his voice sends a shiver tripping down your spine. “Can’t stop thinking ‘bout my cock long enough to do your fucking job.”

“Yes,” you mewl, the sound turning to a ragged moan as his fingertips dig harder into your back. “Needed you. S’all I could think about.”  

His grip is bruising on your hip, dull nails pressing into your skin as he practically cleaves you in two around his cock. You can feel the blunt tip of him bump against that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. So thick and warm and sweaty as he rolls his hips against your ass at a relentless pace, knocking the wind from your lungs with every movement until your mouth is hanging open and you’re drooling down your chin.

“Spoilt fucking brat,” he pants roughly, and the words echo through the room. “Thought I’d broken you in by now.”

“Shit,” you cry out desperately, grinding your ass back into his hips. Hot tears sting at your waterline, begging to spill over. “Oh, fuck, oh god.”

The stretch is obscene, bringing with it a low, achy burn that swims between your thighs and stabs through your abdomen like little prods of lightening. But the pain is blurred and buffeted by the sound of his satisfied grunts as he gets his fill of you, leaning back to watch the way your slick cunt gapes and spasms around his girth.  

“Such a pretty little cunt,” he admires in a choked rasp, just like always. “Fucking hell.”

You wish you could see it too. The way he works you open and leaves you gaping at the loss of his cock, waiting just long enough to let you miss it before he sinks the heavy weight of himself back into your wet heat.

“So big,” you whine breathlessly, eyelids fluttering as another orgasm trembles its way through your body. “Fuck, Si, I'm—”  

“Bloody hell,” he snaps. “You ever stop fucking talking?”

You’re not proud of the way your cunt pulls taut at his words. The way a fresh load of your come dribbles around his cock and coats his balls when he makes fun of you, all taunting and mean.

M’sorry, you mumble pitifully, face hot where you tuck it into the sofa cushions.

“You will be,” he mutters. His grasp tightens on your hip, bunching the soft skin and flesh there in his fingers and using it as leverage to drag you back onto his length. “Can’t fucking think in there with you looking at me like that.”

M’sorry, m’sorry, again and again, bottom lip slick and swollen from biting down to contain the lewd sounds trying to slip out of your mouth.

The hand on your hip drifts over your ass, squeezing the flesh there to hold your cheeks apart, and then his thick thumb is prodding at your hole. Teasing you there slow, soft, while his cock pistons into you. You moan, trying in vain to wiggle your ass against him, begging for it without ever saying the words. Body screaming please, please, please.  

“There we go,” Simon goads, and you can hear the wicked glee in his voice. Deep and rough and elated. “Just needed someone to fuck you stupid, huh? Fill this tight little cunt ‘til there’s no thoughts in your pretty head, and all you can do is take it.”

Soon enough those tears spill. Hot fat rivulets that drip into your open mouth, onto the hot skin of your neck.

“That’s it,” he grunts. “Fucking cry over it.”

Wet sobs catch in your throat as he pulls you backward onto his cock, over and over again. He leans against you heavily now, using his weight to press you into the sofa so there’s no more room for you to squirm and wriggle in his hold.

But you turn your head. Let him see your eyelashes clumped together with tears, the drool on your chin. And just a glimpse of your face has Simon’s body shuddering. One of his knees buckles and he’s groaning, broad chest flush to your back, stilling inside of you as those dark eyes hold your watery gaze. You can feel him everywhere. The thick span of his thighs against yours, muscled stomach against your spine.

For a moment he just rests there – lets you feel the way his cock throbs and pulses deep inside your aching cunt – before he starts to fuck you again. Hot and heavy movements against your fluttering swollen hole. You whimper and cry out his name, begging and pleading for what you aren’t sure, and you know he must be grinning behind that mask from the way he laughs.

“Can cry all you like, love,” Simon mutters. “We aren’t finished ‘til I say we are.”