#these feel a little sloppier than usual

[yours-the-author]

Hey, I'm back from my trip and got ya'll some stick ship goodies. It's no longer fair season where I live, but I had ideas for my favorite ships going to the fair and finally decided to draw them, so here you go!

CopperRight

I imagine that Right Hand Man is either the kind of guy to actually hate fairs/carnivals/things like that, or the kind of guy to say he hates them, but actually really enjoys them. He'd probably play all of the "test of strength" games and win the the giant prizes for Reginald. Reginald doesn't actually want/need the giant prizes (and isn't really a fan of fairs, either; too loud and dirty!), but if he gets a petty sense of pride when showing them off, he can do that because he's a rat man who loves his husband.

On the other hand, though, Reginald does have a serious sweet tooth, and sometimes only a treat found at the fair can do the trick! (I imagine RHM doesn't really like sweets, but he's not gonna leave Reg by himself in a strange theme park where danger could be at any corner!)

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Curtisson

Burt actually really likes carnivals and fairs, but he acts unimpressed at every fair he goes to.

Burt: Nice theme park. Be a shame if someone broke it.

Sven, on the other hand, does NOT like fairs or carnivals. They're crowded, noisy, the food is terrible for you, and it's too hot all the time! I imagine he'd go maybe once just to say that he did, and would somehow get goaded into going on a big scary ride (or maybe even a not-so-scary ride) only to sob uncontrollably afterwards for like ten minutes.

The Curtisson date at the fair would almost be completely ruined... but at least there's a petting zoo, and they both like small and fluffy animals.

Date saved!

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PanPrice

Believe it or not, Dave's actually pretty okay with most rides. Nothing extreme, like triple loop-de-loop rollercoasters or anything, but maybe one of those "roller coasters" that just go around in a loop over and over. Dave knows what he likes and doesn't like, and can plan accordingly.

Rupert thinks he can handle a few amusement park rides. He's a trained military man who was on the police force for nearly a decade before hand! He can handle a baby roller coaster!

He cannot handle the baby roller coaster

But once Rupert gets the feeling back in his everything, it's time to play some games! Probably a shooting game of some kind; something challenging that takes a lot of skill and precision (but most importantly, something with a prize that Dave will like):

Obligatory Dave Panpa / Panda fanart

And of course, what's a fair or carnival without the FOOD! Dave loves fair food and has a hard time picking what to get. Rupert is less inclined to fried and sugary foods in large portions, but he likes to see Dave indulge every once in a while, because Dave deserves it.

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Poly Threat

A group of thrill seekers like the Triple Threat would definitely be the first in line for some rides! And they know exactly which one to start with, too...

(Fun Fact: There was actually a ride shaped like a helicopter at the last fair I went to, which is what inspired all of this art!)

Of course, there's nothing wrong with having fun in a more relaxed way. Henry might need some downtime away from the crowds, and Charles and Ellie are happy to accommodate.

Who doesn't like a little face paint every once in a while? (Bonus points if you know what the significance of the symbols are!)

A day at the fair can be long and exhausting, but there's still stuff going on after dark! Maybe Charles is a little sensitive to loud noises, or maybe Ellie is legally barred from being near gunpowder, but there's nothing like a picnic under the fireworks to wrap up a fun day!

Technically, fairs and carnivals and such are more late summer things than early winter things, but I had fun making these pictures! I hope you like them too!

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[cameronsprincess]

rafe bullying you during sex until you cry and feeling a little bad when you’re still crying after and you get to have sweet-ish rafe >>>>

he’s so mean 😣😣

CW: cry baby!reader, mean!bully!rafe, soft!rafe, unprotected sex, degrading and praise.

“why the fuck are you cryin’ huh? so fuckin’ pathetic, can’t even take my cock without turning into a little crybaby.”

rafe’s harsh words have more tears spilling down your cheeks. he was usually mean during sex, and you didn’t mind it, but he was being so mean today, and you weren’t sure why.

you hiccup, sniffling as you try and calm your breathing and get the tears under control. “i-i’m s-sorry… i- it hurts, r-rafe.”

“it hurts r-rafe,” he mocks, his hips never slowing their pace as he pounds himself inside you. “toughen the fuck up won’t ya?”

your arms wrap around his neck and you dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. he hisses in a breath when he feels your long nails break the skin, “fuck, love fuckin’ this sweet cunt, love the way your nails dig into my back, you’re nothin’ but a hole for me to use, yeah?”

his hips pick up in speed, the swollen head of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing more tears to blur your vision. he was making you feel so good, but his words stung, he’d never made you feel so fucking worthless, like maybe he really did only view you as a hole for him to use, an outlet to get his frustrations out. you choke out a sob, your orgasm ripping through you hard, making your body shake and more tears flow uncontrollably down your face.

“that’s it, cum all over my cock. make a fuckin’ mess, such a good little slut.”

his hips begin to stutter, thrusts growing sloppier before he swells inside you, his dick pulsing as he cums deep inside you.

he stills completely, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, soft kisses being left on your slick skin. he slowly pulls himself from inside you, rolling off of you and onto his back.

you pull away from him, rolling onto your side and curling yourself into a fetal position, silent sobs wracking your body. you’re not even sure why you’re still crying, you know he probably didn’t mean any of the things he said… right? he couldn’t have actually meant all the mean and degrading things he said..

rafe places a gentle hand on your shoulder, rolling you to face him. his chest tightens when he sees the tears still flowing freely down your face. “hey.. talk to me, what’s wrong?”

your blood shot eyes meet his, “you.. you were being s-so mean… more than usual.. i-i just need a minute.”

rafe can’t help but feel guilty, he was frustrated when you came over, but he didn’t mean to take it all out on you. he knew you liked being degraded, but maybe he did take it too far this time.

he gently wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. he holds you tightly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head and softly running his fingers up and down your back.

“hey, i’m sorry.. i-i didn’t mean to take it too far, alright? i was just frustrated when you got here, and i know you don’t mind when i’m rough and degrading, but.. i guess i did take it too far.”

you sniff, burying your face deeper into his chest and inhaling his intoxicating scent. “s’fine. i-i just didn’t know if you actually meant all the mean things you were saying.. like am i just really a hole for you to use? do you not actually love me?”

rafe pushes you back, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “absolutely not. i love you, more than i’ve ever loved anyone, alright? never ever think i don’t. i’m sorry, baby.”

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[takamimami]

The Supernova Captains | how they 'tell' you that they missed you.

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x fem!reader (use of y/n)

little blurbs about how the captains tell you that they missed you when they were gone, even if they don't use those words :3

CW: SMUT, fluff and smut, cunnilingus, fingering, pretty tame/nothing crazy

🔞NSFW; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS KEEP IT MOVING🔞

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Whenever Luffy is away from you for an extended period of time, you have come to expect that the days immediately following your reunion will be spent with him hanging on you, literally. Every second he can he is either leaning on you while hugging you around your shoulders, sometimes putting more weight on you than he realizes, or he is napping with his head tucked in your lap as you gently play with his hair. He always returns from his missions exhausted, often taking extended naps that have you on the verge of being concerned, even checking that he is still breathing every once in a while. 

If he wakes up and he's not in your lap, he’ll immediately begin to look for you, craving your presence as if you two had spent a lifetime apart. He’d finally end up finding you in the kitchen, helping Sanji prepare some food for him since his routine is usually “eat, sleep, and repeat” when he is recovering from a mission. Once he finds you he’d wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his face into your back, breathing in your scent and letting out a satisfying sigh.

“Don’t know what smells better, you or the food,” he’d mutter playfully as he hung onto you like a koala, making it hard for you to stand up straight, but laughing at his compliment none the less. After his meal he would drag you with him back to his quarters, lazily plopping down on the bed with you nestled in his arms. He’d pepper gentle kisses over your face and neck as he slowly moved down your body, his kisses growing sloppier as he moved lower and lower.

“Sanji’s food is good, but this is the meal I was really missing,” he’d chuckle softly as he pulled down your shorts and moved your underwear to the side, wasting no time before gliding his tongue through your folds and circling it around your clit. Your body would squirm at the sudden sensation, and he’d throw an arm around your hip to hold you in place as he guided his tongue deeper, his nose tickling your clit as he massages your walls with his tongue.

He’d hum in satisfaction as your pussy spasmed for him, moving his mouth up to suck and lick at your clit as you push his face away, trying to catch your breath.

“‘M still hungry, Y/N,” he’d drawl, smirking as he brushes away your hands and connects his lips to your clit again as you gripped the sheets tightly, never one to deprive him of his favorite meal.

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Since it always seems like he is off doing side quests, Law makes it very well known that he missed you, especially if the mission was any bit stressful (aka the straw hats were involved).

When he finally reunites with his crew, you are always the first one he seeks out, often finding you hidden away in his lab reading or helping Bepo with one-off tasks. When he finds you he’ll usually pull you in for a tight hug, his lanky arms wrapping tightly around your middle as he rests his cheek on the top of your hair. This usually lasts for some time, the crew knowing to leave you two be. You can practically feel Law’s tension in his shoulders melting away with each deep inhale of your scent, his eyes shut as he relishes being in your vicinity once more. 

Once he’s held you long enough he’ll lift his head and kiss your forehead, and this usually follows with you asking him how his mission went. If he tells you, it means it wasn’t as big of a headache as he expected, and if he ignores your question and instead asks how you were while he was away, you know that is his way of telling you he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’d much rather hear you talk about yourself than re-live the hellish events of trying to get Luffy to stick to a plan.

But, the way Law really shows you how much he missed you is when he’s finally able to get you alone. He’ll take his time gently undressing you, appreciating every curve of your body as he runs his soft hands over them, missing the way your skin feels beneath his fingers. He’d revel in the way his fingers would leave trails of goosebumps everywhere they went, letting out a small his when he finally swiped a finger through your drenched folds.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he’d whisper, dropping his head down to your breast he was kneading in his other hand, taking your nipple between his teeth teasingly. He’d keep his eyes on you the entire time, unable to look away as he watched your face contort in pleasure. When he slips the first finger inside you he’d feel his cock twitch in his pants, but it's the sound that leaves your mouth as he curls a second finger into your velvet walls that would have him nearly coming in his pants.

But he would compose himself, for now, working his magic fingers inside you as your moans filled the room, a soothing song to the chaos inside his head. He’d have you like this for hours, bringing you to the edge over and over again just so he could hear the way your voice caught in your throat when you cried out his name and feel how your body trembled from the over-stimulation. 

“Just one more,” he’d plead breathlessly into your ear as you clamped around his fingers, regardless of your half-hearted attempts at protesting, “Gotta make up for lost time.”

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Kidd would never admit how much he misses you when he’s away, simply for the sheer fact that he is a stubborn man and would rather die than hear his crew tease him about yet another thing when it comes to you. He grows incredibly restless on the return trip to the Victoria Punk, and either Heat, Wire, or Killer are sure to point out that you are the reason Kidd is in such a rush to return home.

So much so, that when he returns from a mission away he makes it a point not to seek you out and instead disappears into his workshop, knowing that is going to be the first place you come looking for him once you learn of his arrival.

Knowing how headstrong your lover is, you head below deck as soon as you notice Killer and Wire making their way to their quarters, almost positive that is where you will find Kidd.

You’d knock on the door and hear a grunt from inside before swinging open the door, Kidd’s eyes flicking over to you briefly before he turns back to whatever gadget he’d decided to work on.

Once you reach where he is seated you’d massage his shoulders or run your fingers through his hair, trying to gauge what mood he had returned home in. If he was in a good mood he’d stay quiet, letting you continue your ministrations until you inevitably broke the silence and asked about the mission. However most of the time, he’d grumble and flinch away from your touch, “What is it? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”

Growing accustomed to this facade, you’d sit on the bench near his workstation while he worked, grabbing a book from the shelf to occupy yourself or simply just watch him work until he dropped the act. 

When he can no longer take the distance anymore he’ll reach over with his metal arm and pull you into his lap roughly, a cheeky smirk on his face as he observes the excitement in your eyes.

“You miss me that much, Y/N?” he’d growl in your ear, pulling you closer to his chest when he felt your heart rate quicken. “Couldn’t wait to come in here and distract me, hm?”

His teasing sends a chill down your spine, and you feel the tent in his pants grow as you rock your hips into him teasingly. You’d nod your head as you looked up at him, biting down on your lip as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his quarters. 

He’d hurriedly kick off his boots and pull off his pants after dropping you on the bed, nearly stumbling over as he made his way back to the bed. Your giggle at his clumsiness would make him growl lowly, and you’d teasingly laugh even louder as he approached the bed.

“Maybe you missed me a little bit too, hm, Captain?”

“Not a fucking chance,” he’d snarl as he flips you over, pulling your hips up into the air and bullying his fat cock inside of you without warning. He’d press your head into the pillow as your moans grew louder, trying to drown out the sounds of you so he wouldn’t come prematurely. He’s nearly always unsuccessful, however, his cock twitching as he pulls out of you and hot cum leaks from his cock and your cunt.

It’s then you press your luck by flipping onto your back and smirking up at him, propping your self up on your elbows as you lick your lips. “Need a minute?”

Your teasing has him lunging forward and kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip as he pushes his semi-hard cock back inside you, a grunted “fuck you,” leaving his lips as he begins rocking his hips back into you again.

my last supernova captains post got so much love, tysm :') i've been recovering from a migraine and pms-ing so sorry if there are typos or mistakes anywhere, I kinda posted this without proof reading lol :3 lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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[creamflix]

veritas ratio x female reader; 18+ content (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS do not interact, you'll be blocked), established relationship, oral (f. receiving), slightly pussy drunk ratio, messy pussy eating, implied overstimulation at the end, #needthat – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

veritas ratio never really understood the appeal of going down on someone.

it wasn’t that he was against it — it was just something that never really crossed his mind. humans had needs, sure, and you were no exception; with you as his girlfriend, he became more aware of that fact. he’d use toys on you, his fingers even, pressing and curling them inside you in calculated ways that had you panting and trembling.

but his mouth? now that was something he hadn’t considered.

not until tonight.

"what do you need?" he whispers into your ear, his voice calm and collected, like he’s conducting one of his usual experiments. "tell me exactly what you need from me."

you're already burning up from the way he’s been teasing you all night, his fingers brushing against your soaked folds but never fully giving you what you crave. and then you say it, breathy and desperate, "i need your mouth… on me."

he stops.

completely still, like you’ve just hit him with something he’s never computed before. his eyes flicker over you, scanning your expression, the flushed look on your face, the way your chest rises and falls with each shaky breath.

"my mouth?" he repeats, his voice carrying a faint hint of confusion as if he’s trying to understand a new formula. he’s tasted you before — off his fingers, in small, fleeting moments — but this? fully indulging? he tilts his head slightly, brows furrowing like he’s examining an unfamiliar hypothesis.

"yes," you practically whimper, need pulsing through your core. "please… i need you there."

he takes a long pause, processing. logically, it makes sense. there must be some valid reason so many people seem to enjoy it, why so many swear by it. it’s another mechanism, another tool to explore, to utilize. why not? he’ll never know the depths of it until he experiences it firsthand.

so he moves down, slow, deliberate, like he's approaching an experiment he’s not entirely sure about but willing to engage in. his fingers part your folds, exposing you to him, and his gaze sharpens, analyzing every detail of how your body reacts, how wet and needy you are. you feel him breathe against you, warm and soft, before his lips finally meet your core.

the first touch of his mouth is tentative, experimental, like he’s testing the waters, and the moment your hips jerk toward him, he knows he’s onto something. he licks a slow, measured stripe up your slit, tasting you fully for the first time in this way. the sound that leaves your lips — broken, needy — has him hooked.

"fascinating," he murmurs against you, his voice sending vibrations straight through your core. and then, as if the data clicks in his mind, he dives in.

his mouth is everywhere — lips sucking, tongue swirling, fingers gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide for him. the more he tastes you, the sloppier he gets, abandoning the calm, calculated movements. he's messier now, groaning into your pussy like he can’t get enough of your taste, his tongue flicking over your clit again and again.

"fuck —" you gasp, your hands tangling into his hair as your back arches off the bed.

he pulls back for a second, his lips slick and shiny, looking up at you with that same analytical gaze. "you taste… better than i expected," he says, as if he’s stating a simple fact. then, without another word, he’s back between your thighs, lapping at you greedily, like he’s trying to understand every little reaction your body gives him.

he’s addicted now, completely immersed in the act, the taste of you. he wonders, as he sucks your clit into his mouth, why didn’t he do this sooner? why hadn’t he explored this with you before? it’s unlike anything he’s experienced — the way you buck and writhe under him, the sweet, wet sounds of his tongue and lips against your pussy. it’s intoxicating.

"ratio — i’m close, please," you whine, your thighs trembling as he flicks his tongue over your swollen clit, sucking and licking in a rhythm that has you spiraling.

he hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t let up, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place, his tongue working faster, sloppier, his mouth drenched in you. he’s so focused, so consumed by your taste, that when you finally break, crying out his name, shaking under his mouth, he groans, grinding his hips into the mattress, desperate for his own relief.

"good girl," he murmurs against your pussy, not stopping even after you’ve come, licking and sucking like he’s starved, addicted, wanting more of you, as if he's only just begun to unravel what makes you tick.

#needthat

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[arminsumi]

🔞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 / 𝟏𝟖+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : rough s*x, breeding kink, namecalling

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i found this old draft 😋

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 : a very composed and disciplined man during sex. He refrains from pounding into your tiny hole too hard, even though he wants to. He knows your warning squeaks when his cock is hitting too deep, and eases the pressure with a cocky smirk on his face — yeah he's so cocky, thinking I can reach deeper than anyone you've ever had. He knows when to slide out and give you a break, going down your body, worshipping it, and kissing your pussy, savoring the moment you gasp and move your legs around.

But he has times when he loses control. It's when you tighten too much around his thick cock, that's when he hisses and his movements falter.

"Fuck, that's good baby."

And after few seconds of kissing and licking the back of your neck, you tighten your walls around him, he feels his tip being squeezed and then he's just pounding into you too hard, too fast, like an animal or a demon. Just totally crazed for the feeling of his cock moving in and out of your tight, tiny hole.

Oppositely to how he usually hugs your body to him in doggy position, now he pins you down by the hips with a firm grip like he's not letting you go anywhere, ever.

You're his woman.

You're squished flat on the bed by him as he takes you primally, lustfully, like he's not Mr. Romantic anymore but readying to plant his seed in you or something. He fucks you like he's trying to breed you, get you pregnant with his baby so you can be his forever and his always.

"Ugh, fuck." he grunts, pounding harder and deeper until it feels like he's pummeling your pussy.

He hits perfect strokes that make you shiver and moan. When he shoves his cock inside you so roughly, it makes you feel like a doll to him.

Your squeaks come out and you tear up, so he eases off and takes a deep inhale to stabilize himself.

"Sorry, doll, are you okay?" he asks softly, stilling inside you for a moment. His cock twitches like it's agonized by the lack of friction. It's just begging to fill you up.

"Mhm! Keep going!" you nod, missing how his cock was rubbing so deep into you and curving against the roof of your pussy just right, perfectly rubbing your G-spot.

You gasped out so loudly as he started pounding into you again, feeling his full balls smacking against your pussy.

"Oh my god, fuck!" you nearly screamed and it took him aback, "More! Harder! J-just give it to me like that please!"

"Naughty girl, you like that?" he asks naughtily, realizing how hard you were rubbing your clit. "You like it when I fuck you like a slut?"

"Mhm!" you squeal, chasing a messy orgasm.

"You sure I'm not going too hard for you?" he asked condescendingly, "You sure your pussy can handle it? Oh, are you gonna cum?"

You babble yes and for him to keep pounding you just like that, and he gets close to release as he murmurs against the back of your ear; "Look at my pretty baby, taking cock so well..."

Suguru pounds his cock into you mercilessly, pounding you into an orgasm, controlling himself just a little so he doesn't crush you under all his muscle.

When you feel that rush of your orgasm coming over your pussy, you almost scream his name and it makes him fall in love a little more.

Tugging your arms back, manhandling you like you're a ragdoll, getting sloppier with his thrusting, keeping up his pace until he shoots his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby, here it comes. You ready?" he asks and all you can do is nod weakly in response.

Suguru's moan when he cums is so raw and loud, right in your ear. Filling you up to the brim, staying inside you for a little while, then he slowly slides each inch of his cock out of you with a satisfied groan.

Afterwards, it's hard to move, you just sigh and lay there like a dramatic princess.

He knows he exhausted you, so he carries you to the bathroom, massaging you and doing everything for you, even tucking you into bed like you're a pretty princess.

The next morning you're humming, smiling and pouncing around the apartment feeling energized enough to do anything. Sex with Suguru always has you feeling energized, and when he sees this it makes him laugh under his breath.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing. You're just cute."

After I fuck your brains out, he thinks, planting a kiss on your forehead.

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[gallaghersgal]

hey yall. here's some pure fucking filth me and olive were discussing. nsfw 18+ soft dom!lip & heavyyy somno (consensual!!) lowk not even my best work but my brain would not stfu about this concept. 0% edited

lip had a thing for filling you up. he wasn't fucking shy about it either, not by a long shot. he was always mumbling in your ear 'pretty girl, gonna fuck you full' 'you look so good with my cum drippin' outta ya, shit' 'needy fuckin' pussy, jus' beggin' to be filled.' his filthy words were enough to push you over the edge most nights, careening into a second or third orgasm.

afterwards you laid limp, while he would thrust weakly in and out of you until he couldn't take it any longer, his body caving to the overstimulation with an almost frustrated whine. tonight, however, he pulls out quicker than usual. you whine at the loss and he shushes you, one large hand landing on your hip as he sinks down your body. you half expect to feel his mouth on your cunt, but instead his soft curls tickle your thigh as he rests his head there.

you stare at the ceiling, your chest heaving, and reach out blindly to scratch at his scalp. "come up here, miss you," you whine softly, and receive a kiss on your thigh as a response.

"gimme a minute baby. wanna keep lookin' at this pretty pussy, just a little longer. m'kay?" lip mumbles, his voice hoarse. the pad of his thumb lands softly on your clit. your small laugh is cut off by a content sigh, and you let your eyes flutter closed while two fingers scoop what's leaking out of you. he pushes his cum back into your fluttering cunt, muttering some soft, awestruck words against your skin.

"feels good," you mumble. the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit rolls over you in gentle waves, lulling you into that sweet peaceful state he always puts you in. it isn't long before you dose off, not that lip notices. he's too busy watching the way you squeeze around nothing, his load dripping back out of you.

"pretty girl," it comes as a mumble, low and needy. "you get me so fuckin' hard-" he kisses your inner thighs, then moves to press his lips to your clit. it's brief, but enough to draw a sweet little whimper from your sleeping form. you'd talked about this before, letting lip fuck you while you slept. he left early most mornings, often complaining about the hard-on he has to oh so carefully ignore as he began his day. he knew you liked it too, waking up full of him, the pleasure cresting over your sleep addled body.

he doesn't even need to pump his cock, he's already rock hard as he slides back into your sopping cunt. if you were awake he knows you'd tease him for the broken moan he lets slip out, he even has half a mind to wake you up just to hear your pretty voice, but you look so sweet beneath him. he can't fathom waking you up now.

one hand draws your thigh around his hip to provide a deeper angle, making you stir but not quite pulling you from your slumber. "must feel like a real good dream, huh baby," lip mumbles, keeping his voice low. "y'r so fuckin' tight, never gonna get enough 'f this pussy."

it's not long before he's close to spilling inside you again. his thrusts get sloppier, the soft squelch of your bodies together grows louder as he gets desperate, and eventually he decides it's time to bring you around, just so he can give you one more orgasm before bed. with the way you're clenching around him he can tell you're close.

"come on baby, open those pretty eyes f'me," lip whispers right against your ear, mouthing against your skin in a needy fashion. your eyes flutter open, darting around before settling on his own. "tha's it, there she is. there's my girl."

"lip? oh- oh, fuck," you babble, and his dick twitches inside you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, pressing your tits up against his bare chest. the proximity is dizzying, along with the deep strokes he's fucking you with. whimpers and whines tumble from your lips, sounding like heaven to the man above you as he chases his own high while pushing you towards your own.

"squeezin me so tight baby girl. ‘m sorry, couldn’t help it. jus’ needed to fill you again,” he mumbles, his nose pressing to your cheek. he leaves a smattering of kisses there, continuing on, "needed to fill this pretty fuckin' pussy. c'mon baby, cum f'me. cum f'me an' i'll fill you up."

that's all it takes to send you over the edge. you don't make a loud show of it, instead releasing a single high pitched whine, followed by a content sigh. a little smile tugs at your lips, eyes fluttering closed again as he thrusts once, twice more, before his hips come to a stop, pressed flush against your body.

lip all but collapses onto you, his chest heaving and thighs shaking with the force of his orgasm, and you manage to bring a hand up to his hair. you tug softly, bringing him to look at you before pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. your foreheads rest together as you pant into each other's mouths, all blissful smiles and tired limbs.

[formulawolff]

vi. morning confessional - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 2.5k

warnings: i typed this entire chapter on my phone while i was at work, so if there are any spelling errors, oopsies! cursing, age gaps, power imbalances, yearning, tons of yearning, oral (f! receiving), mentions of sex, teasing, slight praise kink, slight size kink, yadayadayada

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rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, causing you to stir. scrunching your nose, a yawn takes hold. at the action, his arms instinctively pull you in closer, smothering your face in his chest.

“good morning.”

“good morning beautiful girl,” his voice is thick with sleep, and oh so sexy, “how did you sleep?”

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“better than usual.”

“me too,” soft lips connect with your temple, “what time is it?”

yawning once more, you roll over, plucking your phone off the nightstand.

“8:38 a.m.”

“shit.”

“somewhere to be?”

“yes,” the team principal groans, rubbing his eyes, “unfortunately i am running very late for it. i’ll just let my assistant know i can’t make it.”

“oops,” you shrug, collapsing back into his arms, “why can’t you just stay every night?”

“you know why, schatzi,” he murmurs, squeezing you, “this is going to be a long two weeks.”

“awww,” you tease, ruffling his hair, “is someone going to miss me?”

“you have no idea.”

“we’ll be in japan. that will surely be exciting,” you begin to run your hand through his hair, melting as his lashes flutter.

“and you know what comes after japan.”

“miami,” you suck in a breath, “that still gives me some time to consider everything.”

“just don’t overthink it,” one eye opens, “if you overdo it, you’ll start to reconsider every little thing.”

“i know,” you exhale, “it’s just overwhelming. i don’t like disappointing people either.”

“oh i know,” toto leans in, the tip of his nose brushing yours, “you tend to put on this facade that you’re selfish, doing things only for your gain. however, i have learned that deep down, you’re a huge people pleaser. that’s why you’ve been dragging your feet in giving me your answer. you don’t want hurt james. you don’t want to disappoint the team. most of all, you don’t want to face the backlash that will follow.”

your lower lip trembles, tears welling up in your eyes. they threaten to spill over, and his brows furrow, “oh schatzi, i didn’t mean to hurt your—“

“no,” you sniffle, “i just hate that you’re right.”

“you don’t have to spend your life pleasing others, you know,” his arms engulf you in an embrace, rubbing circles on your back as you weep into his chest, “you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself. you need to do what you feel is best.”

“but there’s just one thing that i can’t shake,” the words are barely coherent, but he hears them anyway.

“and that is?” he inquires, kneading into your shoulder blades.

“i want to be with you at mercedes. i’m just scared that if something happens between us, i’ll regret my decision.”

“us?”

your eyes snap open, panic settling in, “i-i, um, i — i didn’t mean anything by that, i just—“

“you want an us?” fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“i-i mean,” your voice falters, “isn’t it inevitably going to happen if we keep seeing one another? one of us is going to develop feelings and we’re going to—“

lips crash into yours, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs. it’s a passionate kiss, needy and brimmed with hunger. fingers tangle in your hair, tugging at the roots as you whimper, his tongue licking along your lower lip. he sucks on it, the hand on your back delving lower and lower, gripping the curve of your ass.

a noise rumbles in the base of this throat as you suck on his tongue, the kisses growing sloppier and messier by the second. the noise is guttural, almost like a growl.

he pulls away momentarily, panting slightly, “who is to say that the feelings aren’t already there?”

“toto you don’t—“

“i do,” shifting his weight, he pins you to the bed, “like i said, i didn’t have a crush. i can’t stop thinking about you. every single time i think about racing, or my drivers, or even mercedes in general, my thoughts wander to you.”

as he takes you in, you can’t help but gaze into his eyes, your hand reaching out. fingers brush his cheek tenderly, tracing the lines that scoured his face. his lashes flutter at your touch, his chest heaving as your fingertips wander, memorizing every minuscule detail.

your fingertips land on his lips, “i just need to know one thing.”

“what is it, love?”

“this offer, signing me as a driver to mercedes. is it business or is it personal?” preparing for the worst, you feel yourself instinctively shy away.

yet, he isn’t fazed, maintaining eye contact, “do you want my honest answer?”

“of course i do.”

“personal. completely personal,” there’s a glint in his mocha depths, an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“ever since i saw that photo of you, signing that contract with williams, i knew i wouldn’t be able to resist you. i tried, i really tried to maintain my distance. to stay away. but i can’t. there’s something about you that draws me in. i don’t quite know what, but i know that i need you by my side. at mercedes, where i can make you a world champion. my world champion. i would make my golden girl a world champion.”

“toto,” you begin, but he continues, pressing a finger to your mouth.

“yes, it would be good for mercedes to sign on a driver with your talent. our reputation would benefit. you have the qualities of a mercedes driver. but this isn’t about business. this is personal. it always has been. it always will be.”

“i-i,” you stutter, the temperature of the room elevated as toto’s mouth inches closer and closer to yours, “i don’t know—“

“you don’t have to say anything right now,” his voice is low and thready, consumed with desire, “i know it’s a lot. there’s a lot to consider and a lot at stake. but for now, just focus on me. can you do that for me baby?”

nodding meekly, anticipation takes a hold as he lowers his head, mouth connecting with your heated skin. the kisses travel further and further down, his hands finding yours, intertwining your fingers together.

“so beautiful,” he whispers, “so, so, so breathtaking.”

“so are you—“

a moan fills the space as his mouth envelops your clit through your panties. he groans at your reaction, knuckles turning white as you squirm, gripping your hands tightly.

“take them off, please.”

“so you do beg,” he taunts, his breath hot as it fans against your inner thighs, “what do you need again, schatzi?”

“i need you,” you whimper, dripping with desire, “i need you, toto wolff.”

“i’ll take care of you baby,” his pupils are dilated, blush tinging his cheeks, “just relax, and let me take care of you.”

at the sight of you beneath him, aching for his touch, toto nearly unravels.

was he dreaming? or was this heaven?

god, you were so fucking beautiful like this. all needy and desperate. between your thighs, he couldn’t help but notice the wet spot pooling in your panties. goosebumps riddled your arms and legs, yet your skin was so soft and warm.

you were practically inviting him in.

and how could he resist?

“is this okay?” the team principal tugs on the hem of your panties.

“yes,” the corners of his lips curl into a smirk at your quick response, “please, toto.”

dragging the fabric down your legs, he relishes how they glow in the morning light.

every part of you was so beautiful. every. single. part.

“open your legs,” strong hands grasp your thighs, the command sending a shiver down your spine, “i need to see that perfect pussy.”

you can’t help but obey, shielding your face instinctively as he situates himself, mouth merely centimeters from your drenched pussy.

if your body was an altar, toto was prepared to worship, savoring and praising every inch of you until there was nothing left.

“don’t hide,” he tuts, “i want you to watch.”

“but—“

a hand, your hand, covers your mouth as his tongue delves between your folds, your back arching. fingertips dig into your hips, holding you in place.

toto was a starving man. and fuck, did you taste so fucking good.

he couldn’t get enough, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue explores every inch of you. his tongue applies pressure to your clit as he sucks lightly, swirling in circles as you buck your hips.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

toto didn’t have to ask if you were close. he could sense it, the way your muscles were beginning to tense up. the way your hips rocked back and forth, practically riding his tongue. the way your voice was growing louder and louder, yearning for more and more.

already this close and he had barely even started?

fuck, was he going to have fun with you.

“toto,” there it was again, his name from your lips, “toto, i’m going to — you’re going to make me cum.”

“you deserve it,” he pulls away, mouth and chin glistening, “you deserve it baby. cum for me. be a good girl and cum for me.”

the words coax you to the edge, and you feel a finger wedge its way into your tight hole, your walls stretch, adjusting to the size of his finger. just as you get used to one, he shoves another inside, pumping them in and out, curling once they’re inside.

the euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave as his mouth plants kisses over your clit, practically making out with your pussy. you feel your walls close in, the pleasure wound up tightly in your lower abdomen.

“toto,” you’re almost breathless, “i-i’m going to cum.”

moans flood toto’s ears as you orgasm, your thighs squeezing against his ears. your muscles twitch and shudder, juices dribbling down his chin.

pressing one last kiss to your pussy, he catches his breath, wiping his chin.

before you know it, two fingers are pressed against your lips, “taste yourself.”

opening wide, your tongue dances along the digits, licking them clean. toto watches in awe, a fiery hunger burning within.

it took every fiber of his being not to just spread you open again, filling you up, claiming you.

claiming what was rightfully his.

“oh my god,” you exhale, scrambling to muster a single coherent thought, “that was—“

“you’ll get more.”

your back meets with the mattress once again, hands on your head, “holy shit.”

“never had a man make you cum like that before?” you want to slap the smug smirk off his face.

but you stop yourself, feeling a frown form as he plucks his clothes off of the floor, shoving his legs into his slacks.

“leaving so soon?”

“i have to go,” relief ripples from your head to your toes as you sense his disappointment. he was just as upset to go, “i want to stay baby, but i have about sixty-two missed calls and seventy texts. they’re wondering where i am and i need to get going.”

“that’s all right,” reaching for own phone, you wonder if you were in a similar predicament.

you couldn’t quite remember, but you were sure you had missed a few meetings. one of them was more than likely with the press. one was probably a team meeting before the next destination.

“what’s going to be your excuse?”

toto pauses momentarily, leaning over to give you a swift peck, “the answer is simple. they won’t get one. they don’t need to know where i was.”

“someone’s grumpy,” you giggle as you notice the prominent frown.

“yeah i am.”

“and why’s that?” you arch a brow.

“because i want to fuck the shit out of you,” the casual delivery has you reeling, your heart fluttering as he shoves his arms into his dress shirt.

“i want to watch you cum again and again and again. but i can’t. i have to go about my day as if i didn’t just taste pure ambrosia on my tongue. i have to sit there and answer phone calls, emails, my team, and act like nothing ever happened.”

“is it hard for you?”

“of course it’s hard,” toto runs a hand through his hair, and you pick out the tightness of his jaw as he speaks, “i want to tell someone. i want to tell someone how the most beautiful woman in the world has me wrapped around her finger. how i’m putty in her hands. but i can’t.”

“toto, i—“

“i hate to interrupt you,” he crosses over to the bed once again, scooping you up in his embrace, “but i really have to go. i’ll text you, okay? maybe we can rendezvous at some point in these next few weeks. i’ll fly you out. you wouldn’t have to pay a single penny.”

“okay,” you nod, inhaling his scent one last time, attempting to memorize the way his arms feel around your frame. it was far too quick, toto pulling away, tousling your hair.

“be a good girl for me. i’ll see you soon.”

“i’ll see you soon, toto.”

and just like that, he was gone.

biting your lip, you curl up on the mattress, throwing the comforter over your body.

you shouldn’t cry. not over this.

but why did you feel that urge? why was it becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on anything other than the team principal?

yeah, you had a crush on him. that was years ago, when you were a teenager. that was innocent, a young girl swooning over a man nearly three times her age.

now, that crush was developing into something much more. something far more complex that you could have ever imagined.

you were falling head over heels for toto wolff, whether you liked it or not.

and you couldn’t fight it, no matter how hard you tried to push those feelings away. you had tried to seal them away in a box, throwing out the key.

somehow toto had found that damn key.

he was the key, really.

and who knew what would happen if you opened the lid to that box.

however, there were far more pressing matters.

picking up your phone, you scroll through your messages, notifications, and emails.

there was nothing too crazy you missed, just a quick debrief before you all left for home for the next week or so.

although, one particular text caught your eye.

it was james, sent about fifteen minutes ago.

good morning, american girl! i’m not sure if you’re aware, but the fia has made their decision concerning your tussle with george. it’s not good, but it’s not bad either. i figured you were probably not feeling up to the team meeting since you got pretty banged up from the crash. get some rest, then give me a call when you can.

also, is there a reason why toto wolff approached me yesterday? he was asking about your contract. do you have any idea what that was about?

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[spirit-lanterns]

TW: Outdoor sex, penetration

Thinking about dueling with Feixiao in her little outdoor arena, immediately beating you in under five minutes and pinning you to the ground where you could feel her stiffie pressing up against your thigh. I guess kicking your cute little ass has got her all worked up to the point where she’s groaning and staring down at you with intense, lustful eyes. “I won,” she whispers under bated breath, smiling softly before pulling at the helm of your pants, “You know the deal, subordinate.”

You do. You know the drill, and you can only smile back at her before pulling her down for a sloppy tongue kiss and tugging her shorts down to free her throbbing member. Shes already leaking beads of precum, tip all swollen and red before she angles her dick and pushes forward, sheathing herself into you like a sword does with a scabbard.

You’re both dirty, sweaty, and Feixiao’s movements are sloppier than her usual thrusts in bed, but you don’t care. You gaze upon your General with love and lust in your eyes, admiring her muscles and taut strength as she brings you to heaven.

Maybe next time you’ll beat her in the next duel. Hopefully you get to be on top next time <3

[brainddeadd]

Lovin' you right

Jungkook x fem!reader

smut scenario 6: marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

warnings: oral (m & f receiving and giving), unprotected sex (pls don't), breeding kink, daddy kink, face sitting, he puts a hand on her throat but its not choking, aftercare (always, no matter what) - let me know if I'm missing anything

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It's a rare week of for Jungkook, and he has so many plans for you. Plans that include him giving you all of the attention he hasn't been able to the past few weeks.

He knows the time apart has been stressful and that you've been missing him. He plans to fix that.

Weight of the world on your shoulders

I kiss your waist and ease your mind

I must be favored to know ya

I take my hands and trace your lines

Jungkook's placing kisses to your skin, his hands removing your clothes gently, tongue leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

"Cookie-"

"Not my name, baby." Eyebrows rising in shock as he continues to trail across your body, hands finding their way to your pussy, tattooed fingers running through the folds.

"Daddy," you sigh and his cock jumps in his boxers, groaning at the name.

"Good girl," he shuffles down the bed, somehow making the awkward movement look attractive, holding you by the hips as he moves you with him. "Gotta make up for neglecting my baby."

He moves his hands to your pussy, but you stop him and his eyes shoot to yours, confusion evident on his face.

"Just wanna be close, you can play later." He nods and scrambles to remove his clothes, lacking his usual finesse.

Hovering over you, he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, making sure to press it into your clit.

"Plsase, don't make me wait any longer, please-" he can see tears pooling in your eyes, and that just won't do. Kissing you gently, he presses his tip to your entrance, pressing further into your pussy as he make the kiss sloppier. You whine when he bottoms out, hands finding his hips and holding him close.

Once he's sure you've adjusted to his size after so long, he makes quick work of pistoning his hips into yours, his chest moving over yours as he thrusts. All you can manage is little "ah" sounds amongst the squeals when his tip prods at that spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck fuck gonna cum gonna cum-"

"Not yet, wait baby," you whine at his command but do your best to obey, body shaking when he slips his tattooed fingers over your clit. "Where do you want it baby?"

"In my pussy daddy, fill me up!" Even though he knew you'd say that, beg for it, he still groans as if it's the first time, body pressing further into yours.

"Cum all over my cock, pretty baby."

You love when I jump right in, all of me, I'm offering

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

Wind it back, I'll take it slow, leave you with that afterglow

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

He loves to taste you.

Normally, Jungkook has you on your back, writhing around, unsure if you want to chase the pleasure or run from it.

Today, he's got hovering on your knees, cunt directly over his face, and he's practically begging you to sit.

"Baby, you said I could play, so sit down- fuck, just give me- sit-" he huffs, hands hooking around your thighs, and he yanks, a squeal leaving your lips as the shock and the sudden feeling of his lips on your pussy sends your body falling forwards. He pays no attention as he laps at your folds. He's moaning into your cunt as he holds you firmly to his face, his nose bumping into your clit forcefully.

He's got you shaking in minutes, your hand in his hair and the other holding his hand on your thigh. He speaks into your pussy, lewd comments about how good it tastes and how messy it is, just for him.

"Ah ah, fuck I'm gonna cum-" you've barely finished getting the words out when the tension in your stomach is breaking and your flooding his mouth with cum, that he happily laps up, satisfied moans leaving his mouth at the taste.

Open up, say, "Ah"

Come here, baby, let me swallow your pride

You love to taste him.

Love to treat him right and worship him.

Your mouth is on his cock before he can process the lack of weight on his face. His hips buck at the sudden unexpected touch, and he groans as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

"Baby, you don't need to-"

"Shut up and let me suck your cock." His rebuttal cut off by the feeling of your nose hitting his public bone, and your cheeks hollowing to suck on his cock.

"Ah shit, fuck baby-" his hips buck, the movements getting faster when he sees you relax your throat and face to take his thrusts.

"Fuck, baby wants daddy to fuck her face? Use her like a fleshlight to get off?" You moan around his length in confirmation and he chuckles slightly, hands moving your hair off your face. "Alright baby, but remember, you asked for it."

His thrusts are brutal, hands holding your head still and he can see the bulge of his cock in your throat. One of his hands moves down to circle around your beck, feeling the way his cock moves from the outside.

"Shit, fuck, baby-" his hips buck a final time into your throat as he cums, thighs shaking and stomach tensing.

You know night after night, I'll be fuckin' you right

"Daddy I need your cock please give me your cock I'll be so good I promise please I need your cock need you fill me up so good wanna be dripping with your cum please daddy I need your cock need you daddy daddy please please fuck me I need you please please daddy I'm begging-"

You're not sure what you're begging for. He's already fucking you, his hips slapping into yours from behind, hands holding your hips so tightly there's sure to be bruises. There's cum leaking from your pussy onto the bed and your thighs, creamy and sticky on your skin.

"Pretty baby's gone dumb from my cock," Jungkook laughs slightly but it's cut off with a moan when you clench your pussy around his cock again, hands raking down his back. "Fuck baby, greedy pussy wants my cum again."

He hooks your legs over his shoulders and shifts so he can press his hips further into you, hips pounding into yours at a dizzying speed.

"Gonna fill your pretty pussy up, make sure your dripping with my cum."

"Please please please please-"

You know night after night, I'll be lovin' you right

The bath is running when you come to, Jungkook's hands soothing over your hair, gentle kisses being pressed to your cheeks.

"Let's go clean up baby," he carries you to the bath and cradles you against his chest, humming softly to your favourite song, hands soothing over the bruises he's left on your skin.

[cyberseong]

celebrate.

pairing: san x f!reader

genre: established relationship, smut/pwp.

warnings/topics: misunderstandings (?), yunho is y/n’s best friend and he’s mentioned throughout, san is jealous for the entirety of the fic, oral sex, facefucking, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, idk i promise it makes sense.

a/n: this took me ages to finish but i’m finally posting it now.. it isn’t completely proofread so i apologize for any errors or mistakes. notes are appreciated!

wc: 1.5k

“uhm– where are you going so urgently?” he asked skeptically, to which she absent-mindedly replied:

“ah, yunho says he has a present for me, so i was going to see him for a little-”

y/n released a surprised gasp as san grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards the living room to confront her. “no; we had a whole day planned together. why are you always ditching our plans to make time for yunho’s? you’re my girlfriend, not his,” san seethed, grinding his teeth. he usually wasn’t one to make a big deal out of their concerns, but he was at his limit.

“it isn’t always, san— he’s my best friend, and i was just going to pick up the gift he got for me since he didn’t have time to bring it here. it really isn’t that big of a deal,” she argued, pulling her arm away from san’s hold and crossing them in front of her abdomen.

his eyes widened in disbelief as he heard her outright belittle his problems. san inched his face closer to hers out of anger, nearly standing over y/n. “you don’t think it’s a big deal? fine. go see yunho, then. he obviously matters more to you than us, so-”

“god, san, shut up, please,” y/n exasperatedly pleaded, leaning in to close the gap between them. their lips crashed together harshly, almost as if they were still arguing without exchanging words. san’s lips eventually trailed away from y/n’s as he began to paint beautiful blemishes across her jaw and neck; he was daring her to go see yunho after this.

y/n knew exactly what san was planning; which was why she didn’t hesitate when he guided her to her knees in the middle of their living room, and why she only feigned stupidity when he unzipped his pants, presenting her with his semi-hard-on and a raised eyebrow as if he was waiting for her to do something, as if he deserved something for nearly being abandoned for her best friend.

she only looked up at him with doe eyes, tilting her head slightly to the left as if she wanted him to show her what to do next.

and so he did; san slid his dick in between her swollen, saliva-covered lips, not having any mercy on her throat as he fucked into it deeply— the warmth tightness of her mouth against his cock caused a series of groans to elicit from his own, only getting louder as he felt y/n swallow each time she was deep throated.

y/n sat a hand against san’s thigh as she could feel his thrusts get sloppier. she knew he was nearing his climax, so y/n grazed her tongue against his length to make him twitch from the overstimulation; the action soon made him pull out slightly to shoot his cum onto her tongue as he pumped his dick to make sure every last drop was gone. y/n locked eyes with him before swallowing his load, sticking her tongue back out to prove it to the man in front of her.

san grinned before lifting her body off of the hardwood floor and carrying her into their shared bedroom. he quickly let her fall onto the mattress and stripped both of their clothes off in a matter of seconds. his hands then flipped her onto her stomach as if she held no weight at all, before pulling her hips closer to the edge of the bed where he stood. he let his fingers drop to caress her folds, fingering her slightly before realizing that she was already dripping wet, and there was no need for any preparation or lube. he first lapped up the wetness from his fingers with his tongue before positioning himself behind y/n properly.

“you okay to keep going?” san hurriedly spoke, finishing his words once you gave him a reassuring ‘yes’ in return, “just say something if you want to stop, you know the rules, love.”

san spared no time at all as he pounded into y/n’s pussy, his lengthy rough thrusts forcing loud moans out from her lips. he used his hand to push her head further into the mattress to intensify the feeling of his hips snapping against hers. she drowned in the sensual atmosphere that plagued the room; the tension from earlier was still felt in the form of jealousy with each motion of san’s hips. y/n could feel the possessiveness that lingered as they fucked.

y/n choked on a strangled moan as san changed the angle of his thrust, and before they could even continue to chase their highs, y/n’s phone rang melodically— she was getting a phone call. san internally cursed whoever decided to interrupt the both of them and after retrieving the phone from the floor and checking the caller id, it was almost ironic that it read ‘yunho’.

“answer it,” san demanded, sliding the phone close enough to y/n’s face to where she could be heard through the phone’s speaker. she tried to regain her composure before she swiped the green circle across her screen, meaning that the call had been connected.

‘y/n, is everything okay? i know you said you were coming over soon, i was getting a little worried,’ yunho’s giggle could be heard on the other side of the screen; though left unappreciated as san continued to roll his hips forward while y/n attempted to form coherent sentences in response to the other male.

“y-yeah, about that- fuck, i might have to come to see you ano- ah, fuck, another time yuyu— ‘m a little b-busy,” she stuttered and fumbled over her own words, trying not to let any vocal moans escape from her lips for yunho to hear. san, on the other hand, had a goal for yunho to hear what had y/n so occupied at the moment; so he would be reminded that y/n was his, even if they both knew yunho had no interest in y/n like that whatsoever.

‘are you sure everything’s fine? you don’t sound too- oh.’ yunho came to the realization of what was going on at the other end of the line when san sped up and deepened his movements— the unexpected gasps and mewls that fell from y/n’s mouth were exactly what gave it away.

neither of them could currently see yunho, but his blush and embarrassment were practically seeping through the screen. he mumbled a prompt ‘u-uhm, nevermind, we can talk later,’ before hanging up the phone as fast as his fingers allowed him.

san scoffed at the phone call; “aw, he was welcome to stay longer,” he mocked whilst continuing to fuck into y/n at an inhumane pace. y/n only whined at the words, not being able to form a rebuttal at the moment from all of the moans and whimpers clawing at her throat

they could feel each other getting close to reaching their climaxes as san’s groans became more audible, and as y/n’s hole began to clench around his cock as a reaction to the sudden oversensitivity.

with a few more deep thrusts of his dick, san bottomed out, the both of them cumming simultaneously. san basked in his high for a little until he pulled out of y/n, falling next to her into the mattress in exhaust. the two were absolutely drenched in sweat, and they both knew a shower would be required if they planned on going out for dinner later on.

the couple turned to look in each other’s direction, admiring the other’s fucked out features while they caught their breath.

san snickered quietly to himself, showing his smile to y/n before giving his last bit of commentary for the time being.

“happy birthday, y/n~”

“oh fuck off, san.”

[veryberryjelly]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE PROMPTS WTF CAN I REQUEST MORE THAN ONE!!!!! if not, still i would like to order a martini 🍸🌟 with a prompt number 103 for mr theodore nott my beloved

theo nott x reader

prompts ; ' kissing someone off their face '

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

if you weren't to be married in four days, you were sure your hen party would've been the highlight of your week.

your friends had opted to take you out to a local bar and then go out dancing and in the midst of darkness with the occasional flash of neon lights, you had all downed what your sober friend had calculated as 18 units of alcohol.

each.

so by the time you stumbled in through the door of your flat you were truly struggling to stand up straight, even with the aid of pansy under your arm.

" okay, sweetheart, let's get you into bed " she said, leading you towards the bedroom.

but it seemed you had other plans.

" nooo, i can't go to bed without teddy "

your whining elicited a laugh from the girl under your arm.

" i know, but he'll be home soon. enzo said they were leaving the club 15 minutes ago, so let's get you to bed and-"

" baby! you here ?"

the familiar timber of theo's voice flooded your flat and your smile grew.

pansy couldnt stop you from turning around and heading back to the door to find theo.

" teddy! "

and you found him with two boys with blurry faces flanking his sides.

all your drunk mind could focus on was theo in the middle of them and it seemed your feelings were reciprocated as he pushed the two boys off of him and stumbled straight towards you.

his arms wrapped around your neck and your looped around his torso, both of you swaying slightly where you stood.

you pulled back to look up at him but before either of your eyes could focus on the boy infront of you, a pair of lips were on yours and who were you to deny your beautiful fiancee.

the kiss was definitely sloppier than usual, but to both of you in your vodka fuelled minds, it was perfect.

" you can tap out, boys. i got this. i'm staying in their guest room tonight "

the next thing you heard was the sound of your front door closing.

" okay lovebirds, you've got your whole lives to do this but lets get you to bed "

you separated from theo but neither of you could wipe the shit eating grins from your drunk faces.

pansy lead the two of you through to your bedroom where you both promptly fell against the mattress in a pile of giggles.

when you felt a pair of hands pulling you from a mattress you whined softly, instinctively reaching for the boy still on the bed.

" once we get your makeup off, you can jump back in bed, but i won't be responsible for you having a pimple on your wedding day "

even in your drunk haze you knew she was right.

you didnt want a pimple on your face on the day of your wedding.

so you let her sit you on the closed toilet and wipe the makeup from your face before applying a few products you were too drunk to identify.

but when you were finally done, she lead you back out to your bed and let you collapse down on the mattress.

like a pair of magnets, both you and theo gravitated towards eachother in the centre of the mattress, your head dropping to his chest and his arms winding around you.

the only other sound aside from the rustling of the sheets beneath you was the bedroom door closing as pansy left.

and after that there was silence for a little while.

the last thing you heard before you fell into a slumber was theo.

" i love you, beautiful girl. "

[rationaliity]

library | dr ratio blurb ( 18+ )

exhibitionism, free use, degradation ( whore, bitch, slut, harlot, ect. ) dirty talking, afab anatomy, mean ratio, fuckin in the library, petplay if you squint, ratios really fucking horny, slight mind break but not really

ratio doesn't know how to properly relieve himself when he's overstressed. so it builds up inside of him until it overflows in an explosion. unfortunately, that usually means you get caught in the crossfire.

" is this what you want, you pathetic little bitch ? " ratio snarls into your ear, his voice low and dangerous as he pressed your body up against the back wall of the library, his strong arms holding you up, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he guided your hips, practically fucking your body on his cock like you were just a toy for him to use. " do you get off on being used like this ? is this your idea of pleasure ? "

you threw your head back, your hands clamping down on your mouth as you stifled your own moans, your body bouncing in tandem with his as he fucked you mercilessly. you were trying so hard to be quiet, but with the way that he was pounding into you, you couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips. " f-fuck..! " you whimpered, your voice muffled by your hand, " i-i'm sorry.. i really am..! bu-but i love being your slut..! " drool slipped past your hands onto your chest, dampening the shirt that you were still wearing. you leaned against the wall you were pushed against, your eyes rolling back slightly from all of the pleasure while he fucked you dumb. " keep your voice down, you insufferable harlot, " ratio punctuated his words with a sharp slap on your ass, causing you to yelp out in pain, your body tensing underneath his touch. " we wouldn't want anyone to see you in this state, now would we ? you're not exactly being discreet. "

despite telling you to be quiet, he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he scowled at you, " maybe i should take you to the park and let the whole world see what a fucking slut you are. maybe i'll put a collar on you and walk you around with a leash so everyone knows exactly who owns your slutty fucking body. i'll make you beg for my cock in front of everyone. "

your body reacted instinctively to his suggestions, your heart beat racing as his words spurred you on. the idea of crawling on your hands and knees behind him like a stupid dog was too much, your slick dripped down onto the floor below you and coated his thighs, painting a perverted picture inside of the library. you couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure in your tummy as he fucked you, his grip on your hips tightening, driving you against the wall with each stroke.

" you like that idea, huh ? you really are a slut, getting turned on by the thought of being exposed, of being used so publicly. " ratio's thrusts got sloppier, his grip on his own demeanor failing him. for such a composed and stoic man, he really lost himself when overstressed from work, and you were the perfect little fucktoy to get his mind off of his job. " just.. keep being good for me and take my cock like the dirty little whore you are. "

the sound of your bodies slapping together and your pathetic little moans filled the otherwise silent library. you loved being used like this, fucked by ratio like you were only good to take his cock and shut up. " a-ah..! i'm gonna cum, please, please ! just a little more, please make your fucktoy cum ! " you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, the familiar coil in your lower tummy threatening to consume you. you could feel the tip of his cock hit the entrance to your womb with every thrust, his cock stretching your needy little hole out to the max.

ratio let out a low growl in between his grunts, his eyes locked on your desperate face. he can feel your tightness squeezing his cock, your body trembling. " do you want to be filled, to have it spill out of you and onto the floor for anyone who passes by to see ? then beg for it, you insatiable slut. " he commands, his eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure built within him. he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, but he still wanted to hear your pathetic voice beg for him.

embarrassment flooded through you, but it wasn't strong enough to stop you from complying with his commands, your lips parting as you let out a desperate plea for him. " please- please, i need it so bad. i need to be filled by you, veritas. i'm so close- pl-please cum inside of me and make a mess of my slutty body. "

" such a greedy little slut, aren't you ? " his eyes locked onto your flushed face, your hands still covering your mouth but doing so little to cover your helpless moans. " you want to cum, do you ? then let go. that's it, cum for me. "

with his blessing, the dam inside of you broke free, your orgasm washed over you with an alarming intensity, making your toes curl as your body milked his cock, pushing him closer and closer to his edge until he tipped over it. you could feel his cock throb inside of you, pulsing as he fucked you through his orgasm, his head resting on the wall as he panted.

ratio pulled out of you, his arms feeling pretty weak but he was still managing to hold you up until he could sit you on your own two shaky feet, making sure you didn't step into the wet mess on the floor. " we should probably clean up, " he commanded curtly, his eyes flickering over your spent and used form, a slight smile of satisfaction and relief on his face. " and then unlock the library's front door. "

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

[jybyls]

Just keep going || V.C

Masterlist

Synopsis: Pure smut no plot.

Warnings: Smut, G!P Vada, dom!vada, sub!reader, p in v, spanking, begging, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

Words: 880~

- 📜🎧🍂 -

“Fuck !” I moaned loudly as Vada thrust her entire length at once into me. Her parents were away for the week with her little sister for a school trip, so the house is empty and silent.

Well, now it's filled with my moans, Vada's grunts, skin slapping, and wet sounds.

We've been at it for two hours now, because I teased Vada by saying that she couldn't keep fucking me for more than an hour.

Let's just say she proved me wrong.

She's currently behind me, slappping my ass every now and then, giving deep, hard, and slow thrust, which drove me insane.

“Vads pl-please.” Every thrust she gave me came with a slap. Her other hand was pinning me down by my spine.

“Please wha-at, baby ?” She grunts in between her words due to me purposely squeezing her cock, knowing the effect it had on her, it caused her to thrust harder and deeper with a slap so hard I felt it through my body. I hissed at her action. Tears colleted at the corner of me eyes, I opened my mouth to talk, but only moans came out.

“Can't talk, now, huh ?” She teased me. Her right hand wasn't holding my spine anymore, but instead, it was holding my head down. My face was drowning in a pool of my drool. She slapped my buttcheek, groans coming out of her mouth, “Answer me, slut.” The degrading name turn me on more than anything, I gripped the bed sheets so thighly my knuckles turned white. I tried to lift up my head so I could answer her but her hand was holding me down too strongly for me to move, I talked against the mattress, hoping she'll understand, “Please, mo- ore..”

I felt my hair being pulled back aggressively. “What did you say, love ?” She held my hair in a ponytail with her right hand. Meanwhile, her left hand was bruising my hip. She wasn't moving anymore, making me cockwarm her, I could feel every single one of her veins, how her dick was throbbing inside of me, I could feel her chest against my back, her mouth bitting my earlobe, waiting for me to repeat.

“I said.. more, please.” I took a deep breath in between my words. “Yeah, you want more, baby ?” She teased me as if my tight walls weren't giving her enough hints, “Yes, please, I need more, Vada” I begged, holding her hand that usually was on my hip. I tried to move and she surprisly let me do it. I moved my hips forward and backward on her dick.

“Mhm, that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock. Good girl.” Her voice got deeper, only making me wetter. I kept fucking myself on her, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed her. I was getting tired, she's been teasing me for hours before that and I can't take it anymore, “Vada, please, fuck me.” My voice cracked, which only made Vada smirk.

“Yeah ? Want me to fuck you, baby ?” She's testing my patience, knowing damn well I don't have any in situations like those, so I gave her what she wanted. “Yes ! Yes, Vada I want you to fuck me. I need you to dick me down. Now, please.” I can't see her but I know she's smiling, definitetly satisfied enough. Her hands grabbed my hips thighly, she immendiatly started to pound into me, not letting me breath for one second.

She took my arm to put it behind my back and held my hand as she kept up with her rentless speed. Her cock hit the perfect spot every time. I let out the most pornographic moans ever heard, Vada groaned loudly after hearing my moans, “Fuck, princess. You like that ?” I know I couldn't talk so I just hummed. I squeezed her hand and her cock at the same time, the sudden action surprised her and made her moaned my name loudly. She let her head fall on my back, I hear her whimpering my name over and over again, her thrust were getting sloppier and her grip was getting loose, all of those clues were telling me she was about to cum.

“Fuck, baby, I'm close. Inside or outside ?” She straighten up, her hips jerk against mine, “Inside, please.” And she did. She shoot her load inside of me, I moaned at the feeling but my moans quickly turned into screams when I realised she didn't stop thrusting.

“Too much, baby ?” She asked. She always makes sure I'm alright and not overwhelmed. “No, not too much. Just keep going, please.” She picked up her pace, determined to make me cum. She added her fingers on my clit, small circles with a strong presure, I knew I wasn't gonna last long.

It only took a few thrusts for me to scream the air out of my lungs. Her name was the only thing I had in mind, the only thing I was saying. I hear her chuckle behind me before hearing her voice speak up, “Hope you're not tired, love, because I'm not done with you.”

We're gonna be up all night.

- 📜🎧🍂 -

A/n: 👀👀

Hope y'all had a good day/night. Love ya <33

[bandgie]

MDNI 18+, cum-eating, fem!reader, cum-swapping, dryhumping, handjob

so thinking about how Felix likes to cream in his pants :)

DRYHUMPING - this usually happens when you're both too tired for actual sex but want to orgasm. he's gripping your hips in bed, facing you as you lay and grinding his hips into your crotch. there's honestly not a whole lot of friction on your end, but his pretty little whines and breathy moans are such a turn on that the lack of stimulation hardly matters - he gets quicker, sloppier, and his whole body vibrates when he cums all over his boxers. you kiss his parted lips, eating his groans as he finishes. - and if you snake your hand in his boxers to grab some of his cum, smear it on his lips and kiss him?? ohh my god he's literally hard all over again and this time he's going to fuck you right

HANDJOBS - oh he likes this too, prolly more than blowjobs. getting to rest his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes while you pump him in his pants. he loves watching your wrist flick in his jeans, how the fabric grazes his sensitive tip. hurts in a way that keeps him begging for you to go faster - jeans are cool but sweatpants??? yesyesyes watching the color turn darker when he stains it with his cum? feeling it dribble down his thigh and the material stick uncomfortably to his pelvis? so nastyyy but you praise him so well for it <3 - you need to make him clean his mess, Felix can't fully come down from his high unless he sucks on your digits, tongue dragging over your fingers to collect his own release

Felix loves eating cum, his own or yours, anyone's really. im so set on this fact you can also see this drabble for more ;)

a/n: yes I am working on the part 2 for The Who dun it fic thank you for being so patient with me :)