#the abdominal thrusts are really getting me

[murdrdocs]

Babe. Babe. Babe. I’m ovulating and it shows BUT. I’m thinking SO heavy abt how in MULTIPLE of ur luke fics you comment on his desire to cum inside, knowing damn well he can’t/that he’ll be able to talk her into it one day and it WONT leave my brain alone. I need a fic where reader finally lets him. I’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure as I type this. down horrendously. send help.

creampie; MDNI – i did not realize that I did this that often erm

if he hadn't have told you verbally, with the way luke is fucking you, you would've been able to figure out what his goal was.

it was one he recently set, having been given permission by you, coupled with extremely enthusiastic consent.

truthfully, it was about time.

all of those sessions where you would see him staring longingly at your cunt after he fucked it, as if he were expecting something else to happen. all of those nights where he would hesitate before putting on a condom, plump lips parting as if he prepared to ask a question, and then promptly closing as he decided against it.

it all led to this: luke finally fucking you raw, leading himself to an orgasm that would make it all worth it.

he has you in a mating press, as if he needed to amplify his intentions even more.

the tops of your thighs pressed against your chest, your ankles and calves thrown over his shoulders, the position spreading you open to give luke access to the deepest parts of you.

he keeps mentioning it, clearly as entranced by it all as you are. little breaths of "so deep" and borderline gasps of "you feel me?" spoken into the stiff air.

you really aren't much better. the ferocity of his hips, the hunger behind each thrust, has made you go dumb. you can only respond in pornographic "yes"'s and "mhm"'s every so often. all of your energy and sense has gone to the feeling of luke driving himself in and out of you like you're nothing but a pocket pussy.

he'd already made you cum once, and another is steadily approaching. it comes closer and closer as you realize that luke is using your body.

it arrives when luke tells you he's about to cum, since you know what that means.

somehow, your brain begins to function and words form.

"please, luke. please cum in me. i need it so bad."

you sound desperate, like something out a video curated perfectly to appease audiences. but that's just how luke has made you feel. that's what he's done to you.

he presses one of your legs further down into your chest and begins to roll his hips into yours, abdominal muscles going taut as his eyelids lower to watch it all happen.

"'m close, baby. just a little..." he lets the sentence tailor off without a complete ending but its not necessary. not when his hips twitch and then still and then finally, he's spurting cum into you.

it's a foreign feeling, but in the best possible way. warm and wet, copious amounts, more than you would've expected. you think you felt him fill you out a little more for a second, but you can't even begin to consider that whenever luke pulls out and his cum follows.

you barely mourn the emptiness before luke's speaking to you.

"did so well, angel. but i need one more thing from you." he lowers your legs, kisses the tops of your calves. "push it out 'f me. need to see it, angel."

you do as told, letting his cum drip out and encouraging it a little with your last remnants of energy. luke's breath hitches, and then you flinch when his fingers probe at your entrance.

he apologizes in a soft whisper but continues his exploration. thick fingers sliding in his cum, smearing it over your cunt. when he gets up to your clit, teasing the bud with the newly added slip, you say his name. it's meant to be a warning, but it comes out more as a plea.

either way, he still chuckles through his halfhearted apology.

"can't help it," he reasons.

"just look so pretty with my cum leaking out of you."

[darthdaddi]

In the Garden Pt. 1

18+ (minors dni), no particular warnings it's just smutty, slight face slap? Not proofread ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

751 words

Padawan!Anakin would def fuck you in the Temple's garden, or take you on pretty dates depending on his mood. He's always looking for something risqué to do, something that is almost public and on the cusp of being caught, dragging you into the pretty garden that is meant to be sacred and used for meditation and Force practices. Anakin takes you deep into the flowery parts of the labyrinth, but meerly just to satisfy your worry of being caught. If it were completely up to him, he'd most likely be right in the open where anyone could see if they looked out a window or balcony. But for now, he doesn't make you worry your little head.

"C'mere, gotta taste your lips.", He mumbled and pulled you in by the hips, kissing you tenderly to start out with. "Ugh, you're all sweaty, Ani!" You protest and wipe your lips off with the back of your hand, which gained a chuckle from him, "Then you're really not gonna like what happens next if you're afraid of a little sweat on my lips." Anakin mumbled, a little smirk played on his lips, and before you could speak he was already shoving you down onto your knees greedily. He shushed you as he fiddled with his utility belt to get it off, finally releasing it in which it clinked off the stone pathway.

Anakin pulled his cock out from his pants and tapped it to your lips, "Ahhh." He teased and opened his mouth, wanting you to do the same. You begrudgingly opened your mouth, but really couldn't push away the smell lingering in his trimmed hairs. It was musky in a way that was almost delicious, like a good odor but would never admit that to him because he'd definitely get a big head over it. Maybe would even tease you about giving his boxers to you just to smell him all over again. Gross. Is the word that crossed your mind first, then again... Before you could continue your thoughts, Anakin slammed himself into your mouth, lower abdomen already pressed firmly into your forehead. You slap his thigh in protest to let up on you, but to no avail because Anakin started fucking your mouth, "Maybe if you stop daydreaming about my boxers, you'd pay attention to what I said." He muttered gruffly and held the sides of your head, fucking his heavy cock in and out of your pretty little mouth.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the squelching sound of the fat head if his cock pistoning in and out of your throat repeatedly filled your ears, and the small area around then in the garden. "Open your eyes, look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes." Anakin grunted, jaw clenched after he finished his sentence. He gave a slight slap to your cheek, grabbing your attention which was enough for your eyes to shoot open. 'Did he just slap me?' You said internally, eyes wide as you stared up at him. Anakin smirked as he stopped his aggressive thrusts, switching to more smooth rolling of his hips. Damn he did look hot... How he held up his tunic out of the way to see your face and how you're taking him. But mostly for you, you could see his abdominal muscles flex every roll of his hips. "Gonna cum, don't you dare move away." Anakin warned as she held the back of your head, still rolling his hips but a little more aggressively this time, just trying to get himself off quickly but still enjoying your throat thoroughly. After a few grunts, and sloppy thrusts, that warm bitter/sweet liquid erupted in your mouth and followed by a low 'mmnn' from Anakin. He pulled out from your sweet mouth and sighed as he adjusted himself back into his pants. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, "That's it? That's what your dragged me out here for?" Practically protesting, wiping his sticky cum from the corner of your mouth with your thumb and sucked it off. "I dunno, is it?" Anakin chuckled and looked down at you, holding his hand out to help you up before turning you around to face the beautiful scene he created moments before leading you to the gardens. "Ani..." You blushed and playfully smacked him, seeing the pretty display in front of you. A blanket laid out, white lights strung in the overhead trees, and of course your favorite snack, white strawberry and whipped cream...

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Hello friends! It's been sooo long since I've wrote anything and I'm feeling a little rusty, but I didn't want to not put out this little series I'm coming up with any longer. I love the idea of him having a little secret relationship with you, doing something sweet yet scandalous. I hope you enjoy, like and follow pookies (- ε -)

[msgexymunson]

thinkin' bout having to punish sub!eddie for cumming without permission. 😊

Ooh right I'm down with this! 

Warnings: MDNI, p in v unprotected sex, sub Eddie x dom reader, overstimulation 

A/N: this, this right here, this is my jam! I don't write sub Eddie a lot, so enjoy my beauties! 

Masterlist 

The slapping of wet skin saturates the space, the air itself humid and sweaty. You bounce on Eddie's cock, over and over and over, tight cunt perpetually sucking him in deeper if that were at all possible. 

Eddie's chest heaved, eyes seeming to widen on every bounce until he resembled some kind of bush baby, irises blown with lust. 

You could feel him twitching inside of you, the drag of your moistened walls answering him with spasms of their own. Soft whines and yelps are nearly held back by him, chapped bottom lip starting to bleed from his incessant biting.  

You flex your fingers stiffly around his throat, a threat of a grasp, capable of so much more. 

"I know you're close. Don't you dare." You glare at him as his face turns scarlet, Nodding under your villainous grip. 

"I, I w-won't, I swear, oh please" He practically drools, tongue beginning to lull from his mouth in an apparent display of submission. 

"I'm so close, pretty boy, you gonna be good for me?" You change your movements almost sluggishly, opting to grind down, slow and steady, pussy never leaving his slick covered skin. Your clit grinds harshly against his pubic bone as your eyes reel back in their sockets chasing your slippery release. 

"I- I'm trying, I'm really- oh fuck, I-" the rest is unintelligible as he releases inside you without warning, cum pebble dashing your insides suddenly and to his shame. 

Slowing your movements, you stop and stare down at him. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to, you just felt too good, and I-"

"I wasn't finished." 

Eddie's cheeks suffuse with blood, blush reaching halfway down his chest. 

"I know, I'm sorry, I could, I could eat you out-" 

Cutting him off, you speak softly, a hint of danger to the tone. 

"Do you think naughty boys get to go down on me?" Tilting your head with the question, your hardened eyes seek his. He can't meet your gaze, only looks down and away. 

"No." 

"See? So why did you say that?" As you question him, your hips start to move again, running slow and undeviating circles across his already hardening dick. You can feel it beginning to bloom again inside of you.  

Eddie hisses at the overstimulation, rough fingertips gripping your forearms. 

"I just wanted to help, fuck, I'm sorry." 

You watch him as his face scrunches up, too afraid to say anything to annoy you further, abdominal muscles stiffening. You soften slightly, if only for a moment. 

"This still OK, baby?" You ask, fingertips caressing his cheek gingerly. 

"Yeah, yes, please please-" He pants and whines, making you giggle. 

"Good. Because I'm not done." 

Grabbing the headboard with one hand, you hold his throat with the other, forcefully thrusting against him harder and harder. 

Staring directly into his eyes, you moan your release straight in his face, fingers flexing and finally loosening around his throat. He takes a gulp of heaving breath as he gazes up at you like you just hung the moon and stars in the sky for him. 

Smiling with relief, he cups your cheek. 

"I really am sorry baby." 

You bark out a mirthless laugh. 

"Who said I was done?" 

You watch as the colour drains from Eddie's face, whilst your hips begin their antagonising circles again. 

If you want to be on my perpetual Eddie list please give me a shout, it got a bit lost with Rumour!

@munson-blurbs @eddiesprincess86 @munsonology

[charnelhouse]

Would you ever write Simon getting pegged? The image of him falling apart from a prostate orgasm won't leave my head... Topping from the bottom but control is slipping away as he starts to really get lost in the sensations hmmm

In whatever way I just think he deserves a good mindblowing ride

Hope you have a good day! Thanks for sharing your amazing writing 💛

A/N: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader. Pegging.

“Is that what you want?”

He holds her face between his hands, his thumb dragging along her jawline. “Yes.”

She tips her head, lips crowning to a bright-toothed smile. “Alright.”

***

She’s gentle about it, which Simon seems to find endearing.

“I won’t break, duchess,” he teases when she’s got her fingers inside him. She looks up, eyes wide and heavy-lidded.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she mutters before lowering her face and tasting where her knuckles are buried.

He arches, groaning at the shock of her wet little tongue. 

“Fuckk,” he hisses, fisting the sheets. “You dirty thing.”

She wants to tell him that he’s just as filthy. He’s eaten her ass too many times to count. When she touches herself between her legs, she’s soaked and throbbing. She has to admit that making Simon twitch and pulse gets her off. Her giant, muscular boy is letting her fuck him—trusts her enough to thrust a cock inside his ass.

His gorgeous face is flushed and pink. Blood swells beneath his chest—his too-big pecs that she loves to burrow into. He is terrible and kind, and she loves to please him. Her heart thumps wildly against her ribs as she touches the length between her legs. Suddenly, he sits up and reaches for her; his enormous hand finds her cunt, strokes it, opens the damp folds, and thumbs her clit. She jerks, gripping his forearm. It’s all muscle and black ink, his flesh spasms beneath her nails.

“This,” she breathes, mouth parting on a moan. “This is supposed to be about you.”

He snorts before his other hand cradles the back of her skull and forces her to his mouth. He licks her tongue and her teeth. He kisses her fiercely as she tugs his hips to the edge of the bed. 

“You’re doing well, love,” he croons as he moves his fingers from her cunt to her hand before guiding it around her fake cock. The base is pressed to her mound, and it hits just right. 

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs as he helps her push into him. He exhales through his nose with every inch she steals. 

“Baby,” she echoes, drinking his warm breath. “You never call me that.”

“Only when I’m in a vulnerable position.”

How can he be? He’s still teaching her—dominating the space even though he’s taking her cock.

“I call you a lot of things,” he continues almost cheekily. She frowns before drawing back, and then snapping forward, he grunts. Her pelvis is slotted against him. His thick thighs are spread, hitched beneath her ribs, his cock jutting proudly. Rose-red like his cheeks.

She slides her palms around his tapered waist and squeezes a handful of his perfect ass. His body is stunning. An Adonis. He keeps talking: “You’re the bane of my fuckin’ existence—too bloody gorgeous for her own—Christ just like that—just like—shit—you’re a good girl—my good girl.”

Amused, she traces the scars littered across his abdomen and his sternum. She teases as she fucks him at an even pace. Long, agonizing strokes. She can sense him clenching, the lines of his abdominal walls tightening with every punch of her cock. 

He really is babbling. 

He will undoubtedly ruin her for taunting him as she allows the toy to kiss gently against his prostrate before she retreats.

"FUCK," he barks as his eyes pierce her, stab her. "Duchess...."

Warning. Threat.

“Do you like this?” she asks coyly, changing the rhythm to sharp, brutal snaps. He chokes.

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice hitching because she’s taken a rein—maybe both reins. His big hands find her hips, and he holds them, petting her flesh with his fingertips. She wants him to crush her bones and body, fold her up and drink her. “Only you,” he mutters as he smacks his head back against the pillow. She watches the pale precum dribble from the swollen crown of his cock. He’s making delicious, feral noises from the meat of his throat as she splits him open. The sounds are spilling out of his full lips, uncontrolled and desperate. She’s never gotten him like this.

“Only me?” she implores before gripping his length and stroking him in time with her thrusts. “Am I the only one who’s been inside you, Simon?”

“Yes,” he growls, teeth clenched. Frustrated.

As if he thinks how dare you even flirt with the idea that it would have been anyone else? You. You. You. How can I prove it?

His jaw tenses as sweat beads his hairline. The place between them is wet and sticky: lube, slick, and spit. The room reeks of sex and flesh, and her orgasm lightly dusts her nerves, subtle but present. It’s not the same as the climaxes Simon can give her when he fucks her. No—this is entirely her pleasure birthing from the look on his face as she claims his ass.

It's a thought. It's pride. It's arrogance and joy that she can make him look like that. 

He trusted her with this. He’d been through so much, and he wanted her to give this to him.

Wordlessly, he snatches her hand from his cock and places it against his mouth. He kisses her fingers, tongue slipping against the creases and joints. He licks her wrist and sucks her thumb before nipping it. 

A wave of emotion overtakes her. She’s drowning in it as she studies Simon’s expression: blissed-out, slack, warm, and hungry. 

He’s safe with her. His deep well of pain is somewhat filled, rubbed out by her touch and her lips, and her voice easing him into relief.

[vampcubus]

hii ashi ive got a fun little thought for u

imgagine kyojuro, despite how strong he is, can never ride you for more than a few minutes. kyo always tries his best, but his legs always get so shakey and sore everytime by how overwhelming it is, that you have to help him fuck himself on your strap :((

bell u are a godsend i haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind since u sent it and now that i have coherent thoughts...

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, pegging, master kink, overstimulation, long orgasm, not proofread.

Kyojuro's trained to have incredible stamina, but it's like it all goes away and his legs turn to jelly when he's bottoming. He tries so hard to keep going, to keep bouncing on your cock but his legs are shaking and he lets out a frustrated whine. He slows down, looking about ready to cry when his orgasm slips out of his grasp.

"Aw, do you need help, baby?" you purr, watching him struggle with half-lidded eyes, amusement glinting in them. He was so cute it wasn't fair really, his steadily bouncing cock especially, which flops neglected against his belly with each pitiful thrust.

"Please help me. I'm sorry I can't do it myself any longer," he sobs, and you only croon, sitting up so you can adjust him, slipping your hands underneath his ass so you can spread him open and start to bounce him up and down on you. You thrust up into him and the head catches on a spot that makes him squeal, clinging onto you and slurring grateful open-mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. "Thank you! ohh thank you, master!"

"S'ok, master's got you. You don't gotta lift a finger. Let me do all the work. It's okay," you pant, a satisfying ache settling in your abdominals as you fuck up into him and press his hips down at the same time. He's all but howling with pleasure, lips sucking marks into the tender flesh of your throat. "There's a good boy."

He moans aloud at your praise, golden eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the pleasant scrape of the toy against his sensitive inner walls. You're practically abusing his prostate, fucking the sense right out of his muscled yet soft body. God he's so handsome, and burly, yet he falls apart and arches for you so prettily.

"Feels so good, m-master. Fffuck! Fuck, I feel so good!" Kyojuro wails, hand shooting to his cock to stroke it. You let him, eager to watch him unravel for you. "I-I'm gonna c-cum soon! Please, please may I cum?"

"Mhm, let it all out baby. Look at me while you cum all over my cock, yeah?" He tears himself away from your neck, teary honey and rose-colored eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears.

You fuck up into him harder at the sight, growling in delight and his hand speeds up on his cock. His dewy lashes flutter, fighting the urge to close. He wants to obey you, to be good for you. The knot in his belly finally snaps and he shouts in alarm as cum spills out of him, painting your stomach with seed as he thrashes and wails.

You bounce his body up and down on you through his orgasm, and he sobs, overstimulated. He stares at you with a desperate look, trembling as he continues to convulse and spurt for longer than he usually would.

"Oh gods! Oh gods! Unhh I-I can't stop cumming. O-oh fuck!" Kyojuro cries helplessly, though his hand keeps milking his own cock, the slippery, frantic movement making an obscene squelching sound.

"Shhh, just let it all out, sweetheart," you comforted, nudging his hand away from his sticky cock to replace it with your own. He flinches when you stroke him with a tight fist, wringing more cum out of him.

"A-ah okay, master. mhhh ahh!" he finally stops erupting, slumping against you with his head on your shoulder, exhausted and twitching like mad. You affectionately thumb at his tip a while longer as he softens in your grasp, before heeding his whimpers of 'no more.' and 'too sensitive.'

[xbruised-peachx]

thank you for giving so much love to gromsko! Could we get an NSFW ABCs from you about him? 🥺❤️ i've seen a couple but i love your writing style and would love to see your interpretation

aFSGSGSHSFS MY FIRST LIL SHORT PROMPT THANK YOU SO MUCH

Obviously 🔞 MDNI, pure smut, fem reader (sorry i once again am self induging), no Y/N mentions, not betaread, and my headcanons!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's always holding you close to his chest, doesn't matter if he subs or doms, facing toward or away from him, you are gonna be nuzzled into his chest. If he doms though, he will hold off just to get some water for you and will ask if you need anything else.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

👏tHIS MAN LOVE ASS BUT ESPECIALLY THIGHS. YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. He always will hold your hips against his when cuddling, making sure you can feel as he gets harder. When you are in shorts at home, it's incredibly common for him to come up behind, letting his fingers trail little indents as he grabs at your supple thighs. And god forbid you're just in panties or just a shirt, he will be struggling to keep eye contact. His hands will never leave the area below your hips for a few hours. (And if it's just his shirt? That's gonna be off in 0.2 seconds then you got something even bigger to deal with)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he desperately, and I mean desperately (he will literally beg even though he knows the answer), wants to cum inside, he knows for many reasons it's not feasible most times. So he'll go for the stomach otherwise. He loves seeing your abdominals flinch as its hit by the little bit of heat from it, seeing it slowly spread across your tummy. When he gets permission to cum inside though? That's all he's doing. Your hips will be glued to his, his strong grip making sure you are going nowhere and that you will get every drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Weirdly specific, hear me out... he's really into smells. He buries his nose into your hair while cuddling or kissing your neck, and you can hear that distinctive deep breath in. When he's going down, he's in absolute bliss, talking about how you smell as good as you taste. He's asked you before if he can take some panties for when he's on duty, and often a lonely night has been perked up by him buried deep in them, stroking himself to the memory of you. He also has developed a medical kink in a universe where you are in the military. He's helped you out so many times, while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he can't help but enjoy seeing your face contort, whining out while your in his caring hands. He's fantasize many times about giving you a more hands on physical... just so he can practice more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I say he knows what he's doing but despite seeming confident and cocky, he's only really gotten with two people. One a relationship and the other a much more casual hook up. The more casual one is where he got more of his experience from so he is insanely happy everyday he can share it with the one he loves and he feels the love from you from how you react.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. While it is basic, he just can't get over looking into your eyes, watching as your face screws into pleasure with every thrust, knowing he's the one giving you all this pleasure. Able to easily kiss your body while he's going, hearing you clearly as you moan his name.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's never one to leave sarcasm at the door when things get saucy. He'll always be cracking a joke when appropriate because he loves hearing your laugh, seeing you smile as you moan. It makes it so much more memorable to him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man can barely grow a mustache so he keeps whatever hair he can 💀 Nah but he keeps it you know, somewhat tidy but otherwise he is quite hairy, being on arms and legs especially, but he keeps his chest somewhat trimmed. He'll always keep a happy trail because he loves the look and keeps downstairs cut as short as he can as he hates the feeling of when hair just starts growing back.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He loves telling you how great your doing, how beautiful you look in between cursing to himself in Polish just from how good you feel. He can't look at your body too long without kissing it, any part of it. With that, he keeps your body close to his, absolutely adoring all that skin to skin contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Definitely while he's on tour/on duty. He's snuck phones to call you before, you've printed some physical photos for him as long as he swore to keep it somewhere no one else would see it. Often, he'll do it in the shower just to the thought of you, especially after a long mission. He needs to relieve his stress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Just one of them so I don't go on forever; MARKING. He absolutely adores leaving hickeys and seeing them the next day. Little bite marks dot your shoulders and breasts. Your thighs have permant little marks from him grabbing hard and spreading them wide or just from while eating you out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers private places so he has you all to himself, but he doesn't mind anywhere; on the couch, the bed, in the kitchen while cooking, taking a shower together. In a universe where your both in the military, he doesn't mind at all doing it in a tent. He'll lay out a nice blanket and he loves how close you get when the wind gets blowing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Accepting his flirts or flirting back always gets him going. He loves that build up conversation, playing off your words and getting you to smile. He loves kissing you too, quickly turning to heated makeouts with you on his lap, tongues wrapping in the middle as he pulls you even closer.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Due to his medical training, he really can't do knife or gunplay. He doesn't like the risk at all and can't ignore it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While he likes receiving, like any other guy, he is way more into giving. He could eat you out for hours, milking every moan from you. Loves making you cum multiple times, begging everytime for you to cum on his face. When you aren't sitting on his face, he'll have his fingers going on you as well, making sure you are in heaven, moaning his name while he softly strokes himself to your noises and taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He much more prefers taking his time, letting you orgasm many times before even getting started himself. Maybe even getting a couple in himself if he has the energy for it (he's edged himself a few times). Once he's finally towards him cumming though, he will go way more fast, rough, and erratic as he chases his own climax. He goes a bit animalistic during this point though, mostly even not speaking English as he can't be bothered to translate himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them but like I said, prefers a slow pace. He'll often reserve quickies for things like showers or, in a universe where your in the military, he'll go for quickies more often for obvious reasons, pulling you into a closet for something quick and quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to do anything you want to certain limits. He doesn't want to actually hurt you so that's his boundary but otherwise he is more than willing to try something to make you happy and to see if it's something he'll like himself.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's built up some stamina by edging himself, but generally can go only 2-3 at most. For you, he'll make you cum way more than that but he'll make sure you are well worked on before he works on himself. He can last a while, but once he's inside you, he thinks its just heaven on earth and sometimes has to find himself slowing down his pace so he can truly have all the time he wants with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

For the most part he's open to it but actually prefers it vanilla. He's used a vibrating cock ring before and both of you enjoyed it, but often in the heat of the moment, he prefers not dealing with the hassle. When he was on a particularly long tour though, he did buy a lovense, and that lead to some fun nights.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves it. He loves seeing just how far he can push you, seeing what it'll take to get you to beg. He'll bring his hands as far up his thigh as he can, barely ghosting the area in between. He just loves hearing you moan without ever touching your clit or put his fingers inside.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is definitely loud as hell, usually groaning and growling but can't keep his mouth shut about how good you feel, how you sound so lovely, how beautiful you look. Particularly as he loses himself more and more to pleasure, he'll slip from just cursing in Polish to speaking full sentences, whether or not you can understand him, he gets to a point he doesn't care. He can't even think straight from how good he feels and he just wants to praise you, even if he can't think in English.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

OKAY I will used this to state my absolutely solid stance that Gromsko is a HEAVY switch. While he will sometimes ask you, most times he will just go with the follow. While he does whatever he can do please you, whatever you want, he does have his own desires. Sometimes he just wants to show his strength to you, dominating over you and seeing you becoming a moaning mess under him, knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. And sometimes he just wants to be the one begging for more of your touch, desperately kissing at your neck to please you, hoping to get more from you. He knows much you love when his eyes roll back when your riding him, making him moan and lose his grip on your hip as he loses himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 ¾ inch, getting up to 7 ¼" when hard (17 cm, 18.4 hard). He's pretty thick all around though, but he makes sure to work you up nicely so he can slip right in before he even tries. He knows his size so he makes sure you are comfortable the whole time. He's also uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I'd say just a little above average, but if he's been gone a while on missions, his brain is so preoccupied with work that he doesn't realize how much he missed you til your arms around him as soon as he walks through the door. The second you kiss he realizes how pent up he truly is, and the kiss quickly deepens gets messy after that. In a universe where your both in the military, he does find it a bit harder to resist you when are around the base, but he can do it. Once he gets his moment alone though, he's gonna make sure you never forget it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

THIS MAN GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT. He can have the stamina to cum a few times but the second he get you nice and cozy, cuddled up against him, the gentle rhythm of his chest quickly turns to his rather loud snore.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: imagine being like,,, a sentient sex doll. a pretty one, not one of the goofy creepy ones. a pretty little doll no bigger than maybe 30cm tall, but your owner is this huge guy that loves dressing you and using you to de-stress by shoving his cock into your silicone-insert tummy. maybe he even gets too rough and splits it open, only to have new ones ready to install...

Ooh, this one is creative! Being a pretty little plaything for someone so much bigger than me… You probably had a sentience in mind reminiscent of being trapped in a doll’s body, but I like the idea that there’s an option for sentient, responsive dolls specifically so that they can be toyed with and played with more than a normal doll ever could. It would just be cute if they were fully advertised with their moans and whines, their begging, even their screaming and tears.

Maybe my owner shelled out for a sentient doll specifically so that he could make it whine and whimper. He knows that he’s a big guy, so he figured it’d be easy enough to dominate something as small and weak as me. He’s right, of course - sentience be damned, I was still made to be a doll, so I’m powerless to resist my owner. The first time he lays his cock atop my body to show off just how much he can stuff me full, I’m terrified, but unable to resist as he slowly, slowly fucks me open, breaking me in over a period of days to mold my silicone body to the right shape.

After that, he gets rougher. The bulge of his cock in my abdomen is uncomfortable, but not so uncomfortable that I can’t take it. I was designed to take it, after all. I was designed to take his cock at all times, however he wants me to take it. I have to obey him when he impales me and commands that I stroke his cock through my silicone skin. I have to. My sentience fights against my purpose, arguing for free will instead of my design, but the manufacturing process wins as I have dozens of toy orgasms around a cock too big for me.

A particularly stressful day puts him in a bad mood, and he takes longer to return home from work than usual. When he does, however, he slaps a box of replacement abdominal components on his desk and then dangles me in front of them. It takes me a second to realize that, if he has the parts, he’s probably going to need them. If I were human, I would be crying in earnest, but instead I sob in a quiet simulation of resignation as he positions his cock at my entrance.

He jerks me up and down roughly, faster than he’s ever used me before. The bulge in my middle is more prominent than ever, and I scream, sensing that something inside of me will break. Much like humans, I’m programmed to know when something is wrong. I don’t have a traditional pain response, but my diagnostics system treats things like they’re painful, in a way. I just know that he’s stretching me too thin, using me too rough, pushing me to my limits, and I sob, asking him to stop, begging him to slow down. If anything, that just makes him more aggressive.

With the rip of silicone, he finally bursts through my rubber belly, and I scream. He doesn’t stop, his cock thrusting through the open hole he’s made, and he just jerks me up and down even harder. He commands me to hug his cock, to wrap my arms around it, and I can only obey, making something tight for him to thrust into as I sob for breath that I don’t even need. He keeps using me until he reaches his breaking point, and only then does he pull out and jack off to completion, cumming into my toy body cavity.

After he’s recovered from breaking me, he finally gives me the mercy of replacing my damaged silicone insert. He’s not gentle about it, not at all, and makes sure that I know he’s keeping the damaged one around - just in case he wants to really treat me rough again.

He also reminds me, with a grin, that he has enough replacement components to repeat this fun little trick with almost any of my body parts.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I would gladly eat out and absolutely ravage Sniper's stupid vagina even if it meant taking an extra 15 minutes picking pubes out of my teeth afterwards. I am licking into that hole. I want to see those lithe thighs TREMBLE. I want to see those NONEXISTANT ASS MUSCLES CLENCH GODDAMNIT. I want to hear him CURSE and SWEAR in STRINE out of PLEASURE WHILE I EAT HIM OUT. I want him BREATHLESS and GROWLY. I want to see the way his scars distort and stretch as his abdominal muscles RIPPLE whilst he ARCHES HIS BACK and UNDULATES and THRUSTS HIS CUNT INTO MY MOUTH. I WANT HIM TO GRIP MY HEAD AND HOLD IT IN PLACE AS HE CLENCHES HIS THIGHS AROUND MY TEMPLES. I want to feel that thing FLUTTER and CLENCH in PLEASURE.

And then I want him to eat ME out because goddamn Girl what that mouth do. With those teeth? With that voice? Hot dang. Bet you could very very subtly feel the vibrations of his voice through his mouth if he ate you out and moaned on the bottom of his register at the same time. I want him OUT OF BREATH.

And then I want him to go lay in his hammock, drowsy. And I want him to hold the side down of the hammock, inviting me to join him and we BOTH have a post nut nap in the sun TOGETHER completely NAKED with our legs tangled.

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW DESPERATELY I WANT TO SEE THIS MAN FEEL PLEASURE. AND TO BE THE ONE TO GIVE IT? CHRIST I AM INSANEEEE

ahem. Anyways. Sorry if you don't like hornyposting in your ask box. I needed to get that out of my system

zircon anon

Honey like 98% of the horny posts on this blog are asks, don't worry about it! This is sooooo hot btw I'm saur here for Sniper tf2 pussy at all times. I think he'd be really good at keeping quiet while jacking off btw so cool goal is to get him to make some noise for you

[systemadministratorclu]

Doom would about have a heart attack if she still had a heart, but seeing as she doesn't any longer she settles for rushing back and forth in a panic instead. Her brightly glowing yellow eyes go by in a blur as she tries to figure out what's wrong, why her skinny nerdy friend isn't breathing - or seems like he isn't breathing. How is she supposed to help him? She can't give him CPR - she has no air she can breathe into his lungs. She can do chest compressions, but, hell, she's too freaked out to remember how to do any of that so she starts yelling.

"HELLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP!"

And then back to Milo. "Okay, okay, you're okay, no reason to panic. We're not panicking here. Can you- Are you actually not breathing? Are you choking on something? You have one second to nod or shake your head and answer me before I start giving you abdominal thrusts and trust me, coming from me it's really gonna hurt, so are you choking?"

(From the flashback meme!)

@the-haunted-office

Milo didn't respond. He didn't even hear her. His eyes had a glazed, faraway look to them, almost like his body was here in the office, but his mind was somewhere else. He coughed weakly and a small word came out, a somewhat surprising one.

"Mama!" He gasped it out, another cough at the end.

Rourke raced through the office as soon as he heard Doom yelling. He actually dropped and slid across the floor to Milo's side.

"He's not choking, Doom. It's......it's his memory. In his mind, he's reliving something fom his past, and his body's reacting to it. He can actually still breathe, but he probablycouldn't during whatever he's reliving......which means.......I think I know exactly what memory it is. Can you find us someplace a bit more private than the hallway and I'll tell you? Please?" He carefully took Milo in his arms and followed her, talking to him as they went. Except he sounded almost like he was talking to a toddler or small child. But it seemed to work. Milo's body relaxed, and the gasping choking noises were replaced by soft sniffling sounds as he hid his face in Rourke's chest. Once Doom found them a room, he sat down with Milo against him, sniffling softly into Rourke's chest, and the ex-soldier could feel a wet spot growing on his shirt. He held him close and just let him, occasionally stroking his hair or rubbing his back. He looked back up to Doom.

"This......happens to him sometimes. He......he was three years old at the time. The train he was on with his parents derailed. Crashed and caught on fire. And the stretch of track was out in the country, so it took a while for help to get there. His parents could've lived, but.......they went back for Milo." Rourke knew the whole story, and told it easily, though his eyes filled with tears as he told it.

They had almost escaped when both realized their son was not with them, and both fought through the other frantic passengers, screaming their child's name as they did.

Milo had fallen when all the people started running. He'd tripped and lost his hold on his mama's hand, and now she was gone. And so were his glasses. He couldn't see, but he could feel how hot it was, smell the awful smoke that made him cough, hear the fading shouts of people and the roar of the flames. He tried to follow where he thought they'd gone, but something bright and hot fell down in front of him. He screamed and jumped backward.

"MAMA!! DADDY!!" He screamed. The heat and loud noise and brightness were so scary. He coughed more as he backed up against something dark and started to cry, occasionally screaming for his mama and daddy.

Then suddenly they were there. He couldn't see them, but he heard the voices, felt his mama pick him up and hug him tight. There was a loud noise and the child shrieked and hid his face against his mother.

"I'm scared, Mama! I can't see!" He cried.

"I know, sweetheart, you're alright now. Mama's here, Mama's got you, Milo." She was saying something to his daddy that he couldn't hear over his own crying (in fact, they were realizing they were trapped, as the way they'd come was blocked by flaming debris) They had tears of their own on their faces as they realized all three of them would likely die here. Milo continued to scream and cry, even as they found a space that miraculously was not burning. They pushed Milo as far into that space as they could, then shielded him with their bodies. They talked to him the whole time, saying how much they loved him, even as things got hotter, there was more smoke.

Then a sound of something large crashing down almost right on top of him. And suddenly his mama and daddy weren't talking to him anymore. They seemed to get heavier, like they were actually laying on top of him. But no matter what he did, they didn't respond, didn't get off him. The poor child didn'tknow they were dead. He was alone in the midst of a burning hell.

By some miracle, Milo was still alive when the fire was put out and someone found him. It was confirmed his parents had saved his life by shielding him as they had. The large piece of debris that killed them had missed hitting little Milo beneath them. Their final act had been one of love for their child.

When Rourke finished, Milo had settled, having cried himself to sleep in the other man's arms. As he usually did when this happened.

[synthetickitsune]

Hi~ i saw your requests are open and was wondering if i could ask for 18 and 35 from the smut list with yonghoon please? Have a lovely day ♡

Tbh my requests are always open for Onewe jk jk... unless? 👀

Yonghoon (Onewe) | Rough and desperate & “Show me how much you missed me.” smut | 0.8k

The windows that no one bothered to open to let some air in after the previous night are getting foggy. The room is alive with sounds, skin on skin, heavy breathing. Yonghoon’s lips meet yours again and again. He whines into each kiss, his hips snapping into yours at a frenzied pace. 

He struggles to keep himself up. He yearns to touch you, run his hands all over your body, to commit every single inch of you into his memory again. At the same time, he can’t stop. He can’t slow down. He needs to make you his. You're not an object, nothing to own, and he feels guilty for the thoughts in his head. At the same time, he can't help the possessiveness that has taken hold of his mind. Unable to do much else, he cups your jaw and holds you still as he kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth without resistance. Anything to soothe the ache, the desire. His fingers slide lower, ghosting over your throat.

You clench around him with a whimper. Your hand wraps around his wrist for a second before it moves higher, tracing the line of his bicep until you dig your nails into his shoulder. Yonghoon envies you. You’re free to touch him as much as you want. He feels your other hand brushing up and down across his stomach, over his chest and back down again. It’s driving him crazy with need, desperate to touch you.

Unable to hold back anymore, he sheats himself inside you with one deep thrust that has you choking on some broken sound. He gathers you in his arms, sucking mark after mark onto your neck as he carefully rolls both of you over until you’re lying on top of him.

“Hoonie-” you try to speak but all you can do is gasp when he thrusts into you again. He feels so good you feel like biting something. Preferably him, but that might not be such a great idea.

“Ride me,” he moans as he helps you roll your hips over his, “Show me how much you missed me.”

Maybe making him just as much of a mess as you are might be a good alternative. Though by the looks of it, he already is.

You lift your hips before lowering yourself again and he meets your movements, but it’s not enough. You can’t bounce on him as fast as you’d like while caressing his torso. You don’t wanna give that up, though. You’ve had enough time to stare at him, run your hands all over his body, but it’s not enough. The changes are not all that drastic, yet it feels uncomfortable not to feel familiar with every inch of him. Yonghoon himself seems to be struggling with keeping his hands on one spot. He strokes your thighs, your sides and chest, your arms, desperately mapping your body again. And yet sweet, needy whines are spilling from his lips. So you prop your hands on his chest in the end, giving both of you what you crave.

It’s much easier to fuck yourself on his cock this way, and he thrusts up in perfect sync with you. You wanna see him, wanna watch him fall apart, but you can’t keep your eyes open. Much less so when his hand sneaks between your bodies to draw circles on your clit. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids, your abdominal are muscles convulsing as your climax approaches. You hear yourself pleading for more.

His other hand grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down. Your lips crash together effortlessly. Yonghoon takes over, guiding the movements of your hips while desperately pounding into you. His voice blends in with yours as he begs you to let go with him, his hand covering yours on his chest, fingers sliding between yours as he squeezes. He pulls you closer, he can’t stand the space between you. It’s almost like he’s annoyed he can’t crawl under your skin and really it’s the last push you need to come undone with a soft gasp. Your walls squeeze him, coaxing his own climax out of him and his moans stutter, high-pitched and broken as his arms envelop you and hold you to his chest. 

Your body feels like it’s floating. He’s as warm around you as you must be around him and the thought makes you giggle. He hums, not entirely down from his high, but already willing to tend to your every need. 

“I just missed this,” you admit softly as you caress his ribs, feeling new lines of muscles that weren’t there before.

“This,” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips into yours which makes you hiss with overstimulation, “Or this?” He hugs you tighter with a kiss to your forehead.

“You,” you answer instead, “I missed you.”

[heartfucksmouth]

Does anyone need a "pregnancy" trigger tag? Please let me know!

Something has shifted and I'm really thinking about the baby so much more, I guess it feels more real since the ultrasound where you could see their cute little profile, and I'm noticing so many more changes to my body.

my ankles got super swollen last night after being on my feet a lot all day - but I was so active and productive! Now that I'm hitting the 2nd trimester, I have a bit more energy and - WOW - I'm trying to take advantage of that. I still get out of breath walking up stairs and stuff, but my asthma sucks in the winter too. I'm going to try to focus on exercising more, mainly stationary/static/floor moves and lots of stretches. I just don't want to be losing all my stamina and strength and have my joints in shambles.

I read that planks are awesome, I could do those during commercials. I put my feet up on the bed last night and did some, shit what are they called? When you thrust your pelvis into the sky lol. something bridges? Anyways, did that and it REALLY helped my lower back pain, plus it brought down some of the swelling in my ankles and feet. I have compression socks already so I will be more aware of wearing them too.

My shoulders are loose af and it makes side sleeping really difficult, I've been half on my side and half on my stomach a lot. I wake up at least twice during the night having to crack them back in place bc of the pain. I'm also starting to get diastasis recti (your abdominal muscles pull apart) right underneath my sternum and it's so weird looking hah, which is why I'm focusing on core strength. I'll quite literally fall apart if I lose too much of that. ugh. I'm gonna be calling the spine center next week and I'm sure she could always send me to PT, I would be so down for that. I've always weirdly loved PT.

I'm trying to remind myself I am capable of doing all this and I will have some help if I need it. Myles parents have been away and cleaning up the kitchen and cooking dinner has been feeling really nice. Reminds me that we could do okay on our own, for sure. Makes me wish we were already, but it is what it is. I just want a quiet, little life.

[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynasty Zero Hour 4/21/24

Trent Beretta vs. Matt Sydal -- Trent lands a brainbuster. Trent pulls Sydal off the top into a saito suplex. Sydal lands a nice spinning heel kick and a hook kick. Trent goes for a German suplex, but Sydal lands on his feet. Trent takes his fingers to Sydal's nose, then lands a half and half suplex and a lariat for two. Sydal sweeps Trent's legs on the top, and Trent goes back-first onto the top turnbuckle. Sydal lands White Noise and a meteora off the top. Trent face plants Sydal on the top turnbuckle, then lands a nasty, spike Gotch piledriver for 2.5!!! Trent lands a running knee, then locks in a Gogoplata choke for the submission! Dang! 

This was a really good, entertaining match with Trent getting a singles win that he desperately needs if he's going to start on a singles run. Loved the submission finish. Rating: 3.25 

Trent attacks Matt and his brother Mike after the match. Chuck makes the save. Trent says he will give Chuck until Wednesday to tell him where he stands and who his best friend is. 

Katsuyori Shibata and Orange Cassidy vs. Shane Taylor and Lee Moriarty -- Orange and Moriarty start on the mat. Shibata tags in with an uppercut, a bow and arrow stretch, and a kick to the back of Moriarty. Taylor comes in with an overhand chop! Chop by Shibata, HUGE punch to the midsection by Taylor, two big boots by Shibata, round kicks to the legs by Shibata to chop Taylor down, big round kick to the chest by Shibata!!!! What an exchange!! Orange tags in with an elbow drop off the top on Taylor for two. Series of right hands from Orange to Moriarty outside. Ogogo comes from behind and tries to punch Orange, but Shibata stops him with uppercuts, then Taylor comes out of nowhere and lays Shibata out with a the punch to face!! Damn! Taylor lands a leg drop on Orange on the apron! Taylor with a big overhand chop to Orange, then Moriarty tags in with a spinning slam to Orange. Shibata tags in with boots to both guys, then elbows in the corner, a running dropkick, and a beautiful butterfly suplex on Moriarty for two!!!! Abdominal stretch by Shibata, but Taylor comes in to break it up! Shibata lands a huge overhand palm strike to Taylor's face, then alternating chest chops and jaw jabs in the corner! Double corner dropkicks by Orange and Shibata on Taylor! Moriarty snaps Orange's fingers back!! What a noise! Orange lands a stunner and goes for something else, but Moriarty reverses into the Border City Stretch. Orange gets his shoulders down for two! Orange lands a DDT! Taylor ducks an Orange Punch and lands a huge headbutt!!! Taylor goes for a package piledriver?? on Orange, but Shibata stops it with a sleeper on Taylor while Taylor is still holding Orange! Taylor drops to the mat, and Ogogo jumps on the apron! Shibata lands a boot to Ogogo's face and a nasty running PK to Taylor's chest! Moriarty comes in with a jumping knee and a nice back-arch pinning combo on Orange for two! Crucifix by Orange on Moriarty for two! Orange ducks an enziguri by Moriarty and lands great-looking Orange Punch on Moriarty for the pinfall!

Oh man, I loved this match so much!!!! Shibata was the star here as usual, but everyone was great. Some great-looking strikes by Taylor in particular. Really great stuff. Rating: 3.75 

Jay White and The Gunns (c) vs. Billy Gunn and The Acclaimed (c) for both the ROH World Six Man Tag Team Championship and the AEW World Trios Championship -- The Acclaimed with a neckbreaker into a backstabber combo on Colten, then Scissor Me Timbers on Austin. One of the Gunns takes a groin shot. Someone says Billy may not have grandchildren after that. Schiavone: "If I had two sons like that, I'm not sure I'd want grandchildren." Lmao. Nice elbow, chop, thrust kick combo by Bowens on one of the Gunns. Jay slams Bowens face-first on the apron twice, then rolls him in for two. Excalibur: "Jay White carrying the weight for the Bang Bang Gang, much like I am here at the desk." Lmao, true. Colten lands a Fameasser on Billy for two. Austin distracts the ref, while Jay takes a bat to Billy's back, then the Gunns land 3:10 to Yuma, but Billy kicks out at 2.5! Wtf! Jay lands a uranage on Bowens, then locks in a sleeper on Billy, but Billy reverses and lands a Fameasser on Jay. Caster lands an elbow off the top on Jay, then Billy covers him for two. Billy goes for a Fameasser, but Jay blocks it. Billy blocks a Bladerunner attempt and rolls up Jay for two. Jay finally lands a Bladerunner for pinfall. Thank god. 

Solid match with the right team winning. So glad Jay got the pinfall on Billy after that embarrassing squash match they subjected him to a few weeks ago. Rating: 2.75 

[lachrimae-verae]

I don't want to derail or sidetrack, but I wanna say that generally, if you are not a skinny adult man or woman, the cpr you get taught is really really bad. I'm a preschool teacher and have to be trained every year. I have been at schools that start children as young as 6 weeks old. We are all VERY serious about learning how to perform life saving procedures for our students.

There have been multiple years where we have been "trained" to use a full hand infant's chest to perform abdominal thrusts on children under 6 months. That's INSANE and would very likely crush a child's entire ribcage. If you aren't aware, you're supposed to use the heel of your hand on a child's back with them facing downwards over your other arm. We were also informed that to do chest compressions we should also use a full hand 🙃. Which is also ridiculous. 2 fingers only is absolutely what you should be using for infants. And when pointed out, our instructors were like "😊 well who is the professional here 😊, hmm?" Clearly not her.

That being said, I did end up asking another time what we should do for children in one age group who are in a higher weight percentage, like how to tell shen we should move from doing the toddler appropriate ATs and compressions, and the instructor looked at me like they had never been asked the question which was, uhhh, not great. They never answered my question

This is not like a fully completed thought but yk

So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks

Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'

And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.

How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.

Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'

There has got to be a better option.

[joanascock]

spanish girl squad + beating the shit out of each other

[oonajaeadira]

So I'm having bad period cramps this evening and wondering if you would tell us more about Masseur Pedro (from across the street) relieving those types of cramps?

(But of course if that isn't your thing and you don't want to write about it, totally understand)

Aw Wiggles!! I'm so sorry about your cramps. I know how that goes, believe me.

Well, now you have me thinking. And yearning. Because damn if I don't wanna be massaged and railed into well-being. And if he's magic enough to get rid of that kind of ache? Please. (Dear universe, I have been a good girl...can I please have?)

PATS’s Technique for Relieving Period Cramps (GTTT Universe)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. This is not RPF.)

Warning: Smut under the cut. <3

(gif by pescopedral)

PATS’s Technique for Relieving Period Cramps (GTTT Universe)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. This is not RPF.)

Warning: Smut under the cut. <3

Before he does anything else, our boy would divest you of your shirt and bra. Facing you, he'd bring you in against his chest, run his hands up your sides and push your arms up overhead, pressing your palms together, and asking you to keep them like that. Then he'd wrap an arm around your lower back and the other hand would come up behind to cradle the back of your head. He'd ask you to put your weight into his hands and allow your hands to guide you in a backward dive. He'd balance you and bend you back as far as you were comfortable, giving your abdominals a good stretch against him, (and running his nose and lips down your neck and collar for good measure).

For the massage, he'd start you face down on the table, tummy on the heated surface. (If you have a lot of pressure in your breasts and being on your front hurts, there's a horizontal section of the table that slides out and your breasts are just cradled by the sheet in that section.) He'd concentrate on a few pressure points--the webbing between your thumb and forefinger, the space between your big and second toes, a specific point on the back of your calves--before just giving you a very gentle, flowing hand-over-hand full-body rub-down. Then he'd have you turn over and place a warming blanket over you, sliding hands under to gently massage at your CV6 point, just below your navel--it's good for helping to relieve bloat. Other than these pressure points, he'd take it very slow and gentle, a relaxation through constant flowing touch, knowing that your body can be extra sensitive at this time, the intent to get all your muscles to feel warm and soft. During transition, he wouldn't ask you what you wanted this night...he's got a plan and you're under orders.

Hour two would start with intercrural sex, him spooning you from behind and thrusting through your clamped thighs tucked up high and hard against you, bringing a climax on by friction alone, getting you nice and lubricated for him. Then he'd roll you on your back and have you breathe with him as he entered and opened you slowly, very very slowly, taking lots of time letting you relax, working his big hands over your abdomen, kneading and warming you there while he fitted himself in. From there he'd put his weight on you and just take you nice and slow...utterly forbidding you you to move. For this one, you'd have to go limp and let him do all the work, no using your abdominals, just allow him to slide through and use you. (All the while he'd to talk you through it, tell you what he's doing to you, tell you to breathe, make you understand that if you just lie still he's got you.) Once you come, it would be hands and knees for him to enter back in, but he'd pull you upright and support you next to him with your back arched--stretching those abdominals again--and get himself off that way inside you. And you'd know by now that this would be the time to praise him and tell him how good he's making you feel. It would make him let go and really enjoy himself, putting a whole new layer of push and stretch and pleasure into it.

Surprisingly, hour three would have a little less rest and a little more warm. He'd leave you for a few minutes to draw a hot bath before coming back to lead you across the hall and down into the warm water, instructing you to clean yourself and relax for a bit. Meanwhile, he'd change the sheets and prep a hot water bottle. He'd come back to sponge down your shoulders and spine, massage and squeeze your neck a little, roll your head lightly while you're warm in the water. Then it's to bed with you and the bottle, but he'd stay the first five minutes just to move his hands across your forehead, smoothing your hair away, smoothing muscles out, using lavender on your temples and gently pressing a couple relaxation points there, before letting you be.

He'd send you home with instructions for tea and chocolates, warming pads and pain relievers--he'd have multiple suggestions in case you're not down with pills.

And, of course he'd leave a note on your paperwork to let him know when your cramps are acting up again, that if he couldn't clear his schedule for you, that he'd be more than happy to have you over earlier or later that day....more than happy. He wouldn't say as much, but perhaps you'd get the feeling that he has something of a fondness for all the extra this time of the month brings--the extra lubrication, the extra grittiness, the extra care.

It miiiight be a thing for him.

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A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

*

“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”