#they just. can't. keep their hands (and legs) (AND CROTCHES) (there's been so many crotch attacks my god) off from each other

[sukugo]

[artinvain]

Toxic bff Abby that denies she is in love with you but is extremely possessive over you and basically treats you like her gf, but still fucks other girls imagining you; getting jealous seeing ANYONE else come near you. NEED IT PLS

toxic!bff!abby x reader

Abby’s so insecure and she lets it rule everything she does. she can't seem to get it right -- more plot and angst than i intended. lesbian smut under the cut - men and minors dni

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it happens every time. abby gets drunk when you have a fight and does something stupid to forget about you. she could see you dancing up against her from the rival basketball team. and although abby would usually rip you from their arms and dance with you herself — feel your ass grind up against her crotch, let you control where her hands went as you dance — she can’t do that tonight.

abby had seen you at the bar for the pre-party, the girl you’re with buying you drinks, resting her hand on your thigh, inching ever so close to your face and leaning in for a kiss, and abby seethed with every brush of your lips. finally seeing red when you get down from your bar stool to stand between her legs.

abby could see the girl you were with now and it coloured her vision crimson. ellie fucking williams. of all people you could flirt with. abby had to think you were being vindictive — trying to get back at her for when she ditched you to get with tammy instead of take you to an art gallery like she’d promised for weeks.

It wasn’t completely her fault although abby could come up with a million excuses to absolve herself but the prevailing one would always be that she was a fucking coward. it felt too much like a date. a real date that she wants to take you on — not as her friend. but abby couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting her.

she could see it so vividly in her head -- you turning away from her, your face contorted in distaste "but abby, we're just friends." you would say "i could never see you like that." and abby would understand. because you were too good for her -- too smart, funny, kind, you gave her too many chances because your heart is so big. abby didn't deserve someone who could colour the world and scrub out the black and white monotony of every day life.

abby didn't realise she was gripping your arm so tight it could be bruising, she'd been glowering down at ellie, seething and her mouth practically foamed with her hard ragged breaths. "the fuck is wrong with you anderson?" ellie snarls, abby twists her mouth and "you, are all over my best friend,"

"and you're best friend -- who is right here -- is fine with it," you snatch your arm from abby's grip. you couldn't even fight her at this point. she was colder to you recently, she sold you excuses for her distance, came to your apartment still dewy and smelling like someone else. she'd been rubbing it in your face that she wanted nothing to do with you. you ignored that she didn't reply when you'd casually told her you loved her after she dropped you off at home last week. but you couldn't keep walking into apartment as other women walked out past you, a drunken smile plastered on their faces. she did this every few weeks and you were sick of it, but this time was worse than usual.

"go hang out with tammy or whoever," you back into ellie rubbing your arm and abby swallowed, her eyes catching yours -- hollow as they'd never been when looking at her. but just last week you had told her you loved her. could that change so quickly? had she gone too far? abby's fists clenched, bouncing on her weak knees.

"I- we need to talk," abby says without thinking and she immediately wanted to punch herself.

'talk about what?' abby thought to herself, she could never tell you that she loved you back, that more than that she worshipped you. she could neve tell you that every time she looked at you -- she fought not to let her face heat up. abby couldn't tell you that her chest puffed up with pride that she could call you -- something so precious hers. her best friend. you are the only person she ever wanted to be around really.

"I'm leaving," you say with a deep breath as ellie puts a few paper bills on the bar counter, one in the tip jar and slides her hand onto the small of your back. "get yourself together. i'll see you later maybe."

now abby had to watch you dance with ellie, smiling with your arms draped over should shoulders while ellie whispered in your ear. she downed her shot and then decided not to beat ellie up because she didn't want to be benched the entire season. so, instead she put her jacket on and approached you with her head hanging low.

your movements halt as abby stands near the both of you, "can we talk?" abby asks, her watery blue eyes slowly rising to meet yours. you sigh and turn to kiss ellie's cheek goodnight before leading abby out of the house and down the street.

"I'm really sorry," abby says as you walk slow into the crisp autumn evening.

"for what abby?"

"everything," she shrugs and tries a chuckle but coughs awkwardly when you glare at her. "so, you don't have anyone to take home tonight?" you question and abby sighs, running her hands over her face. "come on, don't be like that," abby says and stops in front of her truck opening the passenger door for you.

"I'm not getting in unless you tell me what you're sorry for."

abby groans, clenching her jaw and resting her hands against her bumper, leaning on it and ducking her head.

"I'm sorry I've been such a sloppy asshole this week. I'm sorry i tried to make you jealous and I'm sorry that I didn't reply when you said it. because I should have."

you know what abby is talking about but god, she can't even say it. it fucking wrecks you because she doesn't value you enough to even tell you what you mean to her, if you mean anything at all. you start to walk past her, "hey wait, oh my god -- I love you!"

abby yells, her mouth parts but no other words come to her. she swallows thickly when you turn around, the tears on your face matching hers.

"I'm sorry I'm a fucking idiot and I didn't tell you sooner but i don't love you like a friend. I am in love with you, okay? and - and I'm a shitty person and I don't wanna mess us up,"

abby can't stand your silence but when she looks up, there you are. standing so close to her she can feel your warm breath on her cheeks.

"do you promise to at least give us a chance?"

abby, cups the back of your neck and presses a soft kiss to your mouth as her answer, pulls your body flush to her so she can lean over you and lick into your mouth. moan as you suck on her tongue.

"m'sorry, so sorry sweetheart," abby whispers in between kisses as she feels your tears on her cheeks, "let me make it up to you."

abby drives you not far down the road to her place, her hand on your all the time, pressing kisses to your knuckles until she shuts the door behind you and kisses you again, this time her hands going down to your ass, gripping and squeezing, her mouth beginning to pepper kisses up and down your neck.

you whine when abby backs you into the hallway of her loft, behind the kitchen wall ands falls on top of you on her bed. "i swear to god, everything will be different," abby moans, as you grip her hand and bring it to your breast, where she takes the liberty to start pressing kisses to your chest, removing your clothes feverishly. you whine as she pulls away from you, catching her breath.

"do you not?" you ask shakily and abby cups your cheek.

"i do, i do. i just wanted it to be different. I didn't want to be fighting with you." abby whimpers when you grip her and pull her close so she's laying on top of you. "then, show me it'll be different."

abby takes her time lathering you chest when she removes your bra, kissing your tits and moaning as she sucks your nipples into her mouth, her hips starting to falter against you thigh. no matter how many women she'd been with. she never could get off. she didn't feel much of anything unless she thought of you, played your three words over and over again in her mind. but now, now she had the real thing and she's too desperate stop herself.

she flicks her fingers over your wet nipples, "so fucking pretty," she whines against you, massaging your tits and sucking marks between your chest as she pulls them close to her chest, moaning and grinding down on your hips going again to suck and swap nipples to wet and play with while your hips started to buck against hers.

"shit fuck, m'gonna cum, fuck i'm so sorry," she's utterly embarrassed, hides her face in your neck and she whines loudly, her fingers still playing with your nipples as she cums. you gasp and chuckle, unbelievably wetter at watching her cum just from sucking on your tits.

"i'm so fucking sorry-" "for what? for feeling good?" you mumble and press a kiss to her mouth, guiding her hand between the two of you so she can feel how wet she's making you, "always been a mess f'me," she groans, her fingers starting to circle your clit, hearing you moan she ducks her head into your neck again to kiss and mark you.

"i love you," abby moans as her fingers dig into your panties and start to slide into you, your gummy, wet walls inviting her in. "christ, you're so wet," she moans and she kisses down your torso and removes your shorts and panties, her mouth latching to your clit and she starts moaning, licking and twist her head so she's making circles on your clit while her fingers curl and fuck into you.

"fuck, abby! yes, yes please more," you yelp, your legs falling open and abby pulls them over her shoulders licking the wetness around her fingers in your cunt and groaning as she does so at your taste, another finger twisting into your sweet pussy she can't help but grin against you, licking and lapping at your clit, as you cum, her thumb coming to circle it instead.

"you look so pretty all fucked out f'me," she moans, pressing a hand down on your belly and fucking her fingers deeper, moaning at the way your mouth falls open, and your legs start to shake, "i love you, i fucking love you baby," she whines and you're spurting against her hand, licking up over your clit and sucking it, your taste filling her mouth.

"swear i'm gonna be better, i promise," abby says as she gently caresses you, cupping your cheek and rubbing her hands over your body. abby silently presses a sticky kiss to your temple and disappears as you catch your breath.

"haven't used it with anyone else," abby assures you when you look at her strap on quizzical and yet biting your lip as she clambers over you. "you're everything to me, i'm so sorry for everything," abby says as she lines herself up with you, her strap already covered in lube. you nod when abby hovers over you and she sighs when she finally sinks into you, your eyes crossing at the way it curls perfectly into your gspot, the ridged cock stimulating every part of your pussy.

"was saving this for you- fuck," she whimpers as the strap starts to vibrate against her and you whine loudly as it tremors inside you. "wanted to feel this good with you and you only" she moans gasping into your mouth as you press her close when abby starts to fucking into you.

you're both so overstimulated it doesn't take much of her deep, wet thrusts until you're crying against her shoulder, biting into it as you both cum again. you push abby out at the pain of the overstimulation and she rips the strap off of her in the same manner, turning it off.

after abby rocks you both to sleep, she's woken by her phone ringing, at reading the caller ID she moves into her bathroom, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and whispering into the phone.

"i fucking told you not to call," abby whispers, turning over to look at your sleeping form under her sheets.

"no, tammy -- enough. I'm done fucking around," she groans and near hangs up until tammy whispers something over the line, something you can't quite make out, all you can hear is.

"jesus christ, okay, I'll be over soon."

"where are you going?" you ask as abby gets dressed, "tammy-" "are you fucking serious?" you chuckle in disbelief pulling your clothes on in a hurry.

"no, you don't understand -- wait!" abby calls as you pick your jacket up from off the floor and shuffle your shoes on.

"I'm done waiting for you abby. you couldn't even last a day."

"please, stay -- i just, you don't understand," abby pleads, holding onto your forearm.

"then explain,"

abby fumbles for something, anything. you weren't supposed to hear anything, you were supposed to stay asleep. abby just needed to be gone a few hours, she just needed to take care of things with tammy one last time and then she was yours. she just wanted to make sure.

"so, you're not sure you love me?" you roll your eyes as abby rubs her face in her hands.

"if i stay, abby, what does that say about me?" you sniffle and snatch your arm from her grip for the last time today.

"i hope you get what you're looking for anderson," you nod and pull your phone out of your pocket, texting ellie to pick you up if she was still awake.

ellie: be there in 2 mins.

"see you around," you purse your lips and close the door behind you, your ears rushing with blood so loudly you can't hear abby breaking into sobs behind the door.

tags: @lesbian-useless @sexysapphicshopowner @iamaboringrattat @sapphicsgirl @bimboprincezz

[besuggestion]

After searching for a long time, your girlfriend finally brings you something that can make your chest bigger! You've always been a little insecure about your chest, and finding something that could grow it naturally felt like a miracle.

"Take one of these every day. Hehe. How about I feed it to you?"

It sounds like fun, so you accept. Every day, your girlfriend feeds you a pill.

For the first few days, you don't feel any difference. Your nipples seem a little puffier, but your boobs haven't changed.

The next few days after that, your chest starts feeling really...sensitive. Even your clothes brushing against your nipples makes you turned on, and once you even got hard in public. It doesn't take long at all before your A cup bras don't fit.

And then...almost as if some floodgates have been opened, on the second week your chest grows. Your girlfriend feeds your daily pill, and watches as your chest gets bigger, growing tight against your shift until she pulls it off, watching as your heavy tits bounce around from being released.

It feels so heavy, and hard to move, almost like your chest is filled to the brim. Your girlfriend gropes you, enjoying as you moan and whine with every squeeze.

"Maybe today, we can do two pills?"

Before you can answer, your girlfriend stuffs the pill in your mouth and forces it closed.

*gulp*

Instantly, your body feels like it's burning up. You start moaning as your chest swells, growing bigger, each tit pressing against the other one as the pressure builds, until you're barely hanging on to your sanity...

"Hehe. I knew you were ready."

"R - ready? What do you mean?"

In lieu of a reply, your girlfriend sits down and pulls you into her lap, reaching around and grabbing your tits with both hands, and squeezing - hard. Something seems to be coming out from your nipples...!

You moan, arching your back.

"I mean...those pills weren't just to make your chest bigger. I also wanted you to be...full of milk...so full of milk..."

You open your mouth to reply, but only a moan comes out as she freely plays with your chest, more and more milk dribbling down your tits, spilling all over your lap with such a mess.

"God, you're such a mess," she says with a giggle. One of her hands reaches down, tracing down your stomach, lower down, until she touches the top of your crotch.

"Your cock's making a cute little tent," she murmurs, giving a nibble at your ear. "Let me milk this, too~"

Slowly, agonizingly, she unzips your pants, slides her hand underneath your underwear, and lightly traces her fingers up and down your cock, teasing your tip.

You whimper, and her other hand grabs at your nipple, pinching hard. Milk sprays out, and you tilt your head back, moaning again.

She wraps her hand around your cock, and your breath stops. And then, she strokes it, as your breast milk spills all over, milking and stroking and milking and stroking until you can't take it, until your hips buck uselessly at nothing -

Until you finally cum into her hand.

"What's this? You're still hard? Oh nooo, it looks like I can't stop...!"

"W-wait-!" you manage to get out, but -

You whimper. She's not going easy on you - in fact, she's not stopping at all. Milk and cum spill around your thighs as she keeps jerking you, keeps milking you, even leaning in to bite your neck as she keeps milking you, milking milking milking -

"Nnnngg!" you moan as you cum again, but for whatever reason, you're still hard, and your girlfriend isn't letting up any time soon...you feel like she's splintering your mind into pieces, it feels so good - !

"I wonder how many times I'll have to do this?" she says, but her voice betrays her excitement, and her hands keep moving, as both your legs get covered in your milk and cum, more and more and more...

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╰┈➤ ❝ kieran x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 (backlog)

tags : pwp (without plot), ambiguous relationship, dry humping, grinding, heavy petting, kissing and making out, vaginal sex, riding, praise, dirty talk, slight mocking, use of pet names "angel", "pretty" "miss hunter". lmk if i missed any tags! ((unedited))

wc : ~1.5k

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

The party ends, and yet you can't keep your hands to yourselves.

You'd made many mistakes over the course of your life—some, then, including the ones you'd made tonight.

And the first was deciding to bring him along for your mission.

"Why me?"

His voice had taken a tone of firmly-set scorn the moment you'd brought it up. Despite the fact that his face had been obscured by the mask he so often worn, you could practically see the way his brows furrowed, anyway—in fact, he might as well have been rolling his eyes.

He didn't like being ordered around.

Not by you.

"Nothing, just… I thought you might want to come. If not, I'll just ask Luke or Sylus—"

Easy words.

He'd grabbed your hand in a heartbeat. Didn't say anything, didn't even shake his head. The action alone was enough.

You smiled.

"Okay. Tomorrow night at 9. Entrance of the Crown Plaza."

And it was simple enough, at least in your head. An invite, a request for direct aid… Sylus had grown fond of you; he wouldn't have minded you borrowing one of his henchmen…

But you hadn't calculated far enough.

That was your second mistake.

You should have known he wouldn't have made himself stand out any more than necessary by wearing his mask; you should have known he'd allow himself to blend in enough by matching the dress code as any guest would have. What else could you have expected him to do? Kieran was always thorough. Careful. If this was his brother accompanying you, things could have been different, but this was not Luke.

It was Kieran.

Kieran, who, despite not having the mask to conceal his expression, remained perfectly poised and perfectly calm. Kieran, who, despite being out of the comfort of his usual clothing, played exactly the part you'd required of him.

Kieran, who, as you walked up the steps into the venue, offered his arm for you to latch on to.

And you did.

That was your third mistake.

Not necessarily the first time you'd made it, and not necessarily an unfamiliar gesture for you to submit yourself to—but a mistake, nonetheless, at the reminder of how it felt like to be touched by him.

Looping your arm through his? That didn't last long.

He had his arm around your waist within minutes, drawing you to his side like—like you were his—

"You look pretty tonight, Miss Hunter."

He'd leaned down to whisper into your ear, and maybe it was the sound of his voice so close to you that made you shiver, or maybe it was the low tone he had—you were sure—purposely taken… or maybe it was the way he'd dared to place a slight, barely-there peck just behind the shell of your ear.

And then it was mistake, after mistake, after mistake, after mistake—

Until you'd be behind closed doors, and then there was no more getting out of anything that you had done tonight.

Not like this.

Not when you had him pressed against the couch, your dress riding up, legs dangling over his as you moved your hips against his crotch. Not a word was spoken, not yet—you were both too busy in the moment, lips melding together, tongues seeking purchase with the other. He would kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you, and you would barely pull back for air before you cupped his cheek and smashed your lips back against his.

And whenever it got like this, the longer it went on, the more he unraveled, the messier all this became.

When he breathed you in, his back arched right into you. Your hips didn't at all shy away from moving over the bulge in his pants, allowing it to shape against your underwear and have you moan into the kiss at the friction. His hands, too, slid down your sides in sensual caresses—anything to pull you closer, anything to simply feel you.

"Mmmh, fuck."

His voice was raspy, low. Every little bit of it made your body tingle with desire, that it almost made you feel a little ashamed of it.

This time, however, he really did pull away—panting, eyes practically glazed over, lips swollen.

You cherished the image of it.

Though you were quite sure you weren't in any better of a visual state, those flushed cheeks, the messy hair… He was heedy with want, and whatever ounce of self control he usually had felt long gone.

His hands rest upon the small of your back then, and the squeeze at your ass, pushing you back against him, had you gasping.

He smirked.

"Yeah, you like that? Huh?"

Again.

His hands controlled your movements, kneading the flesh, allowing you to drag along his slacks. This way, you could feel the way he throbbed beneath you, poking at your clothed slit, your thighs twitching around him.

He was impossible.

"Nnnnnh, Kie… No fair, we should just fuck already…"

Your moans turned into whines, pathetic little humps against his cock, your damp panties soaking the fabric of his pants.

"Ha, needy."

That goddamn smirk.

He was scoffing at you, despite the strain of his own arousal against the confines of his trousers. And as much as you treasured having to see his face like this, you almost wished for his mask to be back on—if only to save you from that satisfied, smug little smirk, eyes shamelessly falling upon your breasts as you moved.

"K-Kie…!" you whined, grinding on him harder.

"Nah, not yet. You're pretty like this, angel."

"But—!"

"No. Buts. I said what I said."

"Kieran—!"

He rolled his eyes and placed a finger to your swollen lips, and you nearly had half a mind to take it into your mouth. "Shhhhh. Why don't you get yourself off, hm? You're already so wet, anyway."

Each movement brought a slick noise to your ears, and his smirk grew. Your arousal made it easier to move—coating his slacks, what was previously a damp spot now having spread over your panties to have it cling to your folds. You could feel his cock twitch, grazing against your clit—he would angle his hips just to hit it right there, every rub against it pulling a gasp from you.

"Oh, pretty, look at you…"

He cooed, leaning into your ear. "Naughty angel you are. Did you plan this? Invite me here to see you in this dress, tempt me to take you right then and there?"

"N-no… Y-you just…!"

"Seems like it, though. Can feel how wet you are. I could slide right in…"

Your eyes closed as you groaned, falling against him.

He was all too happy to oblige—cradling you in his arms, rubbing soft, smooth circles over your back before sliding back down to grope at your ass.

"D'you want me to?" he laughed softly into your hair. "That badly?"

"Please… Please, Kie, please—"

He thrust upwards, beginning to match your pace.

"Good things," he hissed, "come to those… who… wai—"

You weren't about to take any more of his teasing if you could help it.

With a click of your tongue, you reached down to push your panties to the side, hands making quick work of his zipper—You didn't even pause to take a good look at him, thick and throbbing in your hand as you guided it to your entrance.

"Shut up," you huffed at him. "You're the one who's been teasing me the whole night! This was your plan!"

He raised an eyebrow, and he didn't appear the least bit apologetic. "Oh, really? My bad."

Impossible.

Even as you sank down on his length and clutched at his suit jacket, willing yourself to take all of him—to the brim—and you whimpered into his chest.

"Shit… shit… Feels good, angel, fuck—"

He tugged you up by your hair to meet his lips, and then his hands were at your waist, and he was bouncing you on his cock—relentless, merciless, whether to pay you back for your teasing or whether out of the sheet desire that had overtaken him with how much he'd been holding back… the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in seamlessly with both of your moans, and your head clouded.

"Kieran… Kieran…!"

You gasped and cried out his name, swallowed only back into the way his lips were back to claiming your own, the very same way your walls wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Mmmmm, pretty angel… Just like that… gonna fuck you so good."

He was true to his words as he abruptly flipped you to the side, spread out on the couch, your legs brought up to rest on his shoulder. It was his turn to make quick work of your clothing this time. The straps of your dress pulled downwards, bunching the fabric up by your waist, bra unhooked and strewn to the side. And again, and again, and again, and again, he would fuck himself into you, purposefully, lustfully.

Hair clung to his forehead, clumps stuck together with sweat, and he let out another low moan.

This time, he leaned down to bury his face into your neck.

"I just can't get emough of you at all."

It was going to be a long night.

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Incubus fyodor 1

Dom!priest!reader x sub!incubus!fyodor

Warning: pegging, CNC, against a wall, in a church lol, also taking virginity??

Sometimes I use strap, most of the time dick or whatever. Then anyone can feel included? Idk?

This was requested by 🍮 anon, like a loooong time ago. Gonna repost it now :> (was too lazy to do so but now that you are back-)

Fyodor was just wandering around, looking for his next victim. It was boring to keep staying at one place, he always craved something grandiose and better. One day he ended up at a church after going around town, he detested those places due to his nature. But then he saw you through the windows, a diligent priest working for god. Proud, hard working and kind. What a sight, you must have never known the pleasures of the flesh. Oh how he pitied you, guess he will just ‘enlighten’ you then~

The incubus was wandering inside the building, looking everywhere for you. Until he found you in the chancel, the sacred place. Perfect, let's see how sacred it will be after he defies god’s little helper. Protecting one’s innocence? How laughable.

Fyodor walked inside, wrapping his hands around you and holding you from behind. Hands running all over your torso, grinning in delight as he said, “come on, let's have a little fun~ I can fulfil all your fantasies...” before he could even react to it, you took hold of his hands, turning around and twisting them in the process. “aAHH-”he yelped, falling backwards and taking a few steps back, his body hitting the wall. Your hand pinning his wrists over his head, knee pressed against the wall in between his legs. He felt you apply pressure to his crotch.

The boy gritted his teeth, showing his fangs. "Are you a demon?" You asked nonchalantly, while he struggled against your strength. Fuck, why were you so strong? “Yea and? What, gonna exorcise me? Haha.” “An incubi probably, by the way you were touching me.” You came to that conclusion, not an ounce of emotion present in your voice.

Continuing on as if you didn't hear him, thinking for a second. “I suppose you wanted to feast on me?” He stared at you with a skeptical look, why did you seem so interested? Before he got the chance to ask you, you commented, “I'm sorry that you were born this way, having to rely on such sinful acts to survive.. what a pitiful being.” “What, oh no you are the pitiful thing here, I bet you don't know what pleasure is, all because of some prideful faith. Want me to teach you?” Fyodor said cheekily, grinning as he looked up at you, his knees bend slightly due to the position.

“Don't get me wrong, I don't detest your kind. God has taught us to accept anyone. In fact, i’d be willing to help you, so that you don't need to bother other innocent souls. It's the duty of a priest.” He didn't understand what you were hinting at, for him you were talking garbage. “You aren’t going to seal me or anything?” The demon was genuinely confused, you want to help him? Why? “No need to fear anything, I'm sure you have experience in this field after all.” Next thing he knew you turned him around, his back arching like a crescent moon. “What are you…” suddenly you pulled his pants down, exposing his plum butt. “Huh?! wha-" poor him, that incubus was super confused now, this can't be what he thinks it is right?

Seems like his worries came true, it was what he feared, he knew when he felt your tip press against him. “Hu-huh? Wait a second..! I-I thought you were...” “I've learned many ways to deal with succubus or incubus, don't worry I'm quite experienced too.” Then you entered him, yearning a surprised moan from the male. “Ahh..!” Fingers desperately gripping the wall, looking for anything he can clench onto, eyes looking back and trying to understand the situation. He was getting… topped? By a priest nonetheless??

Him? Up until now he has only ever been on top. What experience, this is his first! Fyodor felt another push from you, the strap slowly driving into him. “You are so tight... ah, what's your name?” “Why do you care, pull it out!” “I'm sorry, I can't do that.” “Why?!” “Because I have to subdue you first, to make you submit.” Your voice was serious as you said that, pushing more of your dick inside him. “UgHh! Slo-slow down...gentle, gentle! Ah, hu-hurts..” the boy whined now, crying softly as his dick twitched in excitement. “Oh? It is your first? Maybe you aren’t as dirty as I thought.” Still using the same emotionless voice as before, you kept unintentionally leave snarky remarks behind. All while your free hand collected the slick around his rim, covering the toy with it.

“So wet already, more than many others of your kind.” Were you mocking him? He wanted to insult you, if only the dick wasn't making his mind go blank. “Ahh...you, I won't-mhm! Fo-forgive you.” “I don't need your forgiveness, only gods.” You said, before starting to move and trust into him. Then you explained, “in order to excuse this sin I had to commit due to your existence, we will have to work hard to beg for forgiveness.” “AhHh! Ah-aHh.ah. Oh-uhh..uhm! Nghh..!” Each trust was paired with whimpers or a moan. Cute squeaking sounds escaped him, face and shoulders flushed red and figure covered in sweat now. His filthy fluids were running down those slim and shaky legs, eyes rolling into the back of his head. What was he doing, didn't he plan on fucking you at first? So how was he getting dicked down now. It was still too hard to comprehend. Yet it felt so good.. it was melting his brain, he has never felt anything this amazing before.

“Such inappropriate noises you are letting out, i guess you are enjoying yourself?” The hand which you used to collect his slick was now on his hips, holding him in place since he kept trying to wriggle his way out, trying to escape those blissful sensations. “Ah..wait..ah-Uhm! This is..no-no good..stop aHh!” He whispered, shortly after tears started rolling down his blushing face. You only picked up your pace, going faster and rutting into him roughly, sometimes you'd brush against his prostate which made him cry out even more. “Ah-aAhhH! OOHh! I'm c-close.. m’gonna cu-cum.” Fyodor breathed out, his entire being quivering in pleasure. This was heaven. Don’t get him wrong, he knew nothing of heaven but this is how he'd imagine paradise to be like. He was filled with pure ecstasy, it was damn addicting and he doesn't think he will ever get over it.

“You have to beg for forgiveness, and to excuse your pathetic self.” You whispered into his ear. Like a spell he couldn’t disobey, he immediately began pleading with.. whom? God? You? Ugh.. to think he had come this low. “AhhHhAA!! ohHh! For-forgive meHHnghh~..!!” His release came in torrents, coursing through his veins and making his legs go weak. He felt so helpless, so exposed and vulnerable with you. And it was the best feeling he has ever experienced, never in his life did he knew something like this was possible. Those noises were filled with desire and longing, loud and clear as he painted the wall white, “aAhHahhhH~!” A shudder ran down his spine, hole clenching down onto you.

The slick was all the way down to his knees now, and he was still lost in subspace. Guess the climax was pretty intense, rendering him to such a whiny mess. You weren't sure if he could understand you, but you tried it anyway. “So, may I inquire the name of you pitiful thing?” There were no answers, only breathy whines and pants. Eventually he gasped out his name meekly, mumbling, “fyo-fyodor…” After blinking a few times, you leaned down to his ear and uttered in a seductive, as well as sadistic voice. This was the first time he heard your tone change. “I'm going to keep you here, so that you wont cause troubles for others. You don’t mind being my pet fyodor, isn’t that right?” And you let go of him after finishing your sentence. Hands leaving his body. Ahh..another shiver travelled down to his core, how could he ever refuse such an enticing offer? Without your help, his legs finally betrayed his body as he crashed down onto the ground. Sitting there looking all ravaged while a sticky white puddle formed beneath him. Fyodor looked at you over his shoulder while panting heavily, tongue hanging out from his blushing face like a dumb little pet.

Part two

[pearlahearts]

Kinktober Day 5 - Alhaitham

pairing | alhaitham/fem!reader

warnings| smut, mirror sex, roleplaying, spanking, one (1) coochie slap, squirting, name-calling (whore, slut, etc.)

notes| i always cook with alhaitham fics btw

eremite outfit reference

alhaitham + mirror sex & role play

alhaitham doesn’t understand the point of certain holidays.

sure, he understood that most were designed so people could have time off from their jobs and be with their families, but holidays like tonight? he never understood why people dressed up, going door to door asking for candy. it seemed so risky and childish.

though he supposes that’s why it’s so popular among children. 

which brings him to why he can’t seem to understand why it’s so popular among adults. due to this lack of understanding, he keeps to himself on this holiday. either holed away at the academia or in his home with a book in his hands.

but now that he’s entered a relationship with you, you’ve made it difficult to keep to himself today. 

around 7 o’clock, you’re bursting through his front door, dressed up as an eremite minus the blindfold. though he finds it mildly concerning that you’ve dressed up as a criminal, he can’t help but think how attractive you look in the costume.

the way your top is cropped to show your stomach. he finds himself placing his book over his crotch as his eyes follow the length of your legs up to the curve of your ass as you spin around to give him the full view of your outfit. 

“i assume you’re here to drag me out for a night on the town?” he asks.

“nope!” you say with a pop. 

“i’ve got something else planned for us tonight,” you say, a smirk forming on your face. you walk over to where he’s sitting on his chair and grab his hand, pulling it to make him get up.

he gets up, and the book covering his lap falls to the floor with a thud. but he doesn’t care. not when you’ve got this look in your eye like you're about to devour him whole.

it’s rare that he ever feels this way, but he can’t help but be excited.

he can feel his pants tighten with each step the two of you take to his bedroom.

he’s so damn excited.

his heart is pounding, sweat dripping from his neck, his eyes racing up and down your body as you guide him just a few more steps.

as soon as the two of you make it into his room, you slam the door and press him into it, your mouth attacking his neck and collarbone as your hands rush to unbutton his jeans and roam underneath his shirt.

his hands wander your body at the same time. up and down your back. down to your thighs and back up under your skirt, firmly groping your ass. 

you can’t get enough of each other. 

it takes you a moment before you’ve gotten him fully naked. you remove yourself from his body to take a look at him.

he’s panting, his eyes glazed in lust. he’s got red hickeys running up and down both sides of his neck. but nothing compares to his angry, red cock that bounces with every heavy breath he takes. 

you can't help but squeeze your legs together. you get the feeling that if you didn’t, your arousal would drip through your panties and down your legs.

you give him a quick smirk though. and then you’re pulling off your soaked panties and crawling onto the bed.

“i’ve been a bad girl,” you say lowly while making yourself comfortable on the bed, still in your costume.

“i’ve been doing illegal activities and attacking unsuspecting travelers, and i think i need to be straightened out. think you can help me?” the sultry look on your face has him struggling to breathe.

he didn’t have many girlfriends before you. didn’t have a lot of sex with them either.

but you, you were different.

always eager for anything and everything. brought him out of his comfort zone, but in a good way.

he’s excited now.

yes, in the horny way, but also in the way someone gets when they know something absolutely amazing is going to happen to them.

so, he wastes no time pouncing on you. 

“you’ve been a bad girl huh? Iiguess a punishment is in line for you then,” he growls into your ear.

his hands are roaming your body. groping your clothed breasts, gripping at the soft flesh of your bare ass, running his hand over your mound. it has you writhing underneath him, desperate for more. 

“yes, please. i need punishment ‘haitham,” you whimper out.

that’s all he needs before he’s flipping you onto your stomach and pushing his cock into you.

the stretch of his abrupt entrance burns, but it’s delicious and has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your moans increase as his hands move off of your body and pull on your pigtails, lifting your head up off the bed.

he’s fast and hard inside of you. pounding away at your sweet spot. your toes curl inside your shoes as his balls slap against your clit with no signs of stopping.

he lets go of one of your pigtails to flip up your skirt and land heavy slaps on your ass. the stinging feeling has you moaning out and tears welling in your eyes. It hurt, but you love it.

“m-more ‘haitham. please,” you whine out desperately

“don’t, tell me what to do. criminals like you don’t get a say in their treatment.” 

his harsh words make your cunt clench. you love the way he’s treating you now, like some whorish criminal desperate for a cock. and you are for the most part.

a whore desperate for his cock.

alhaitham has to hold himself back. with each action he does and each word he says, it’s making you wetter than he’s ever seen before. your slick and cream is dripping onto your thigh-high socks, dripping onto his own thighs, and the sheets below you. 

he knows that if he keeps thrusting inside of you, he’ll come to an early release, and he wants to draw this for as long as he possibly can. so he releases your pigtail out of his hand, letting your head drop onto the bed, and pulls out of you, making you whine in frustration.

“quiet slut, and come over here,’ he commands as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. he watches you scurry to where he is through the full-length mirror across from his head, and an idea pops into his head.

when you’re right next to him, he tells you to pull off your skirt, then he pulls you onto his lap. your back resting on his chest, his legs in between your own, spreading them so he can see your soaked pussy through the mirror. 

“look at that greedy pussy. not only are you a criminal, but a whore desperate for my cock.”

his hands are running up and down your thighs before one is holding down your writhing hips and the other is swiping two fingers across your swollen clit before landing a harsh smack onto your soaked cunt. 

you cry out but his hand flies up to your face and squishes your cheeks together to silence you.

“you don’t get to complain,” he growls into your ear, still focused on your red, dripping cunt through the mirror. 

he takes his hand off of your face to grip your other hip and he’s lifting your body up and positioning you over his stiff cock. he then drops you harshly onto his cock. 

you can’t help but let out a loud moan at the stretch and the deepness of his cock being inside you. 

he starts to thrust into you again, no longer caring if you moan or complain, focused solely on the way your cunt stretches around his cock. the way your pussy begins to cream and drool around him, making a mess on his lap. 

as his hips are thrusting inside of you, he grips your and lifts them up and slams them down every time he thrusts inside of you. 

the tip of his cock is slamming into your cervix and brushing against your g-spot. it has you reeling, eyes rolled up into the back of your hair, mouth wide open with drool dripping onto your chin. you're a mess. 

and he’s watching you with a predatory gaze through the mirror. 

his hands stop lifting you up and down his cock, he moves one behind him onto the bed to keep him steady and the other one swirls over your clit in rhythm with his hips. 

you’re close to cumming. he can feel it in the way your cunt clenches, the way your hips twitch, the way your stomach tightens, and your neck strains.

with a few rough swipes across your clit you’re cumming all over his cock. creaming and squirting all over his cock and the mirror.

the way you're clenching a creaming around him sends his hips into a frenzy, overstimulating you, drawing out your orgasm. 

he can feel himself on the brink of cumming, in seconds, he’s spraying inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

he groans loudly from the feeling around you as he cums and the sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen cunt.

he lifts you off of his cock and rests you on the top of his thighs, his cock resting on your back, getting softer by the second, but that changes once he sees your face in the mirror.

you’re looking at him, your eyes glazed over with lust, a smirk on your exhausted face.

he knows that you have more in store for him tonight and he’s ready for it.

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[spideyhexx]

mdni

Billy took his poker games seriously.

He’d crack a few smiles at his boys here and there as they jest, but regardless of their friendships, the games were still taken with an air of seriousness.

You knew this, of course. You’d watch off to the side, paying attention to Billy and only him. The way his lips would quirk up ever so slightly when a play is made and you're sure you're the only one to notice it.

His hands are holding the cards in a gentle manner. He's sat back, on the verge of slouching. Broad shoulders, which tend to tense up a lot are rather calm.

You can't see his legs, but you know they're spread, that's just how he sits. And you start to pay less attention to the game, not that you were following it closely in the first place, too distracted by Billy's expression less face and his slow, but calculated movements.

The position he's in reminds you of one you're all too familiar with. You can't count how many times he's sat just like that but with you in is lap, kissing him until your lips hurt, your heat rubbing up against the bulge in his pants.

You've not had the chance to really touch each other yet. Time alone with Billy was sometimes hard to come by, so the ache inside of you felt like a ticking time bomb.

Your leg crosses over the other, looking for some sort of pressure as your thoughts continue to consume you. Your mind wanders to the last time you two had alone time, where you were so close to undressing and seeing him in his glory, but Jesse yelled for him and Billy was profusely apologizing while you two calmed down.

His hand had been so close, just mere centimeters from playing with your most sensitive parts, but he left you to deal with whatever business Jesse needed help with. And as you remember this, you feel your blood start to boil.

Even though his intentions were good, it still felt like the worst tease imaginable and it keeps replaying over and over in your head as you watch Billy wipe at the corner of his lips with his thumb before fingering a card.

His eyes shoot over to you and he sees your expression. He'd be confused. He's just as desperate for you as you are for him, but he figured you were patient enough to wait for the right moment where he can get you guys alone for a longer time.

Then, it feels like your legs are working without you even telling them to. You stand and walk over behind Billy. He tilts his head up to see you and lean down to kiss his cheek.

The men at the table snicker and Billy shoots a look at them, one of shyness or anger, you can't tell.

As soon as one of Billy's hands leaves the cards, you take the open space as an advantage to plop yourself into his lap.

"You better not be feedin' him anythin',' Jesse hollers from his side of the table and you put your hand over your heart.

"I swear, 'm not. I was just cold over there. Besides, Billy doesn't need my help playin' cards," the men laugh and you adjust in Billy's lap.

His breath hits your neck, but he doesn't seem too phased.

You play coy for a bit, keeping your hands to yourself and tucking your head against his neck. If you weren't aching for him, you'd probably even fall asleep right there against him.

But that's not what you're there for. When the game picks up, you take an opportunity to shift in Billy's lap, pushing your backside right up against his crotch.

You feel him swallow, but no other reaction comes about. You assume he just thought you were getting comfortable again. So you wait a few more minutes and do the same thing again, this time putting more pressure into it in the most subtle way you can.

He clears his throat, moving one of his hands to wrap around your front.

You think it's an effort to keep you still. So you push back again and his grip tightens. Your hands find the one splayed across your middle, playing with his fingers, trying to lull him to let you keep playing with him.

Billy's eyes focus anywhere but on you and you try your hardest not to smirk when you feel his erection pressing against you. It makes you feel powerful. You only rubbed against him a few times and he's already this hard? You feel your heat flutter at the thought of getting to see him and you grind back against him without thinking.

You can't see his face, but you assume he makes some sort of face, cause Jesse's saying, "You good there, Billy? Havin' doubts about winnin'?" Jesse is none the wiser to the fact that Billy actually has a winning hand, but he's too distracted by you.

"'M good," is all he gets out and you can hear the strain his voice, so of course you grind against him again, his hand moving to your hip instead.

You feel his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "don't play with me darlin'." It feels so soft, and his shaky breaths hit your skin as you contemplate what to do.

But you give his hand a reassuring squeeze and stay still despite the burning desire in you.

When he wins the game, a smile gracing his lips and a kiss is giving to your head, you shift in his lap to turn and kiss him, pressing your hip against his bulge and Billy quickly pulls away from the kiss before he moans into it, biting down on his cheek hard and awkwardly fixing his hat.

Soon, the men have all left the table, going to other parts of the camp they've set up and you give Billy the softest smile you can muster.

"I had to," you tell him, taking his hat off and brushing some of the curls that lay on his forehead, sweat perspiring there.

"Did you now?" He's amused, turning you into his lap more so you're straddling him, his arousal still present and pressing up against you.

You nod, kissing his nose, "I need you." He squirms beneath you, leaning closer to press his forehead to yours, his eyes sending shivers down your spine.

"take me."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[authorhjk1]

Surviving NNN

Part Four: Permission

You are glad Chaewon didn't catch you staring that day. It would have been really embarassing. And how would you explain that to Karina, if Chaewon would tell her?

You sigh in exhaustion as you walk out of your room. You almost failed just a second ago. It wasn't even because of one of the girl's comments or the way they dress around you. It was a video of Yena, who is currently in Hong Kong for a couple of days.

All kind of thoughts ran through your head, until you couldn't hold back any longer. You locked your door, trying to do this without someone walking in. You already accepted the fact that you lost this bet.

As soon as you pulled down your pants, you heard Minju's voice from the kitchen.

"Oppa? I need help!"

"What is it?"

You reach the kitchen, barely able to hide your annoyance. You are almost convinced by now, that three girls are trying to make you fail.

Minju looks at you with her best puppy eyes.

"I can't reach the flour."

Minju turns around to show you. She gets on her tiptoes, but her fingers barely graze the cabinet in which you keep the flour. As she does this stretching motion, you realize what a tight fit Minju's jeans are. Her butt looks like a ripe peach. Her cheeks are round and full. They must feel so good when...

You catch yourself drifting off again.

"I will get it for you."

"Thanks, oppa."

She stops reaching for it, the gap between her top and her jeans closes. Even the skin on her back makes it hard for you to concentrate. How many more days can you hold out?

You hesitate, when Minju doesn't walk away. She still stands right in front of the cabinet, her back facing you.

Slowly walking up to her, you reach for the handle of the door. You don't even need to get on your tiptoes. But because Minju is standing in the way, you slightly have to lean over her.

Your heart stops when you feel her butt against you, partially against your crotch.

Perspective: Minju

Minju is not able to hide a smirk as she ever so slightly moves her hips.

Come on. Take the bait.

Unbeknownst to you, the three girls and your girlfriend have their own bet going on. If they are able to seduce you, before the month is over, they can do whatever they want with you. It explains Minju's and Chaewon's outfits and Yena's scene in the bathroom

Minju slightly grinds her ass against you. It's barely noticable. But she can feel how hard you are. When she heard you lock the door a couple of moments ago, she knew what was going on. You were about to lose. She couldn't have that, unless you use her holes to make yourself cum.

The young woman gasped in surprise and admiration as Karina showed the girls a picture of you for the first time. A full picture. Your whole body. Naked. Karina took it right before the two of you started fucking. Minju still wonders how you didn't notice.

Her eyes were glued to your abs and your crotch. She has been with a couple of men before, but she never saw someone that big. Only on some specific online sites.

After the picture and Karina's bet, Minju was sure about one thing. She would have to seduce you. She wants to feel you. Your body pressed against hers. Almost like you are doing right now.

---------

You finally get the flour and put it on the counter.

"There you go."

"Thank you, oppa."

Minju seems somehow disappointed.

You give her a smile, before grabing your ipad and getting comfortable on the couch. The scene just now gave you inspiration for your lyrics.

You keep glancing at Minju, who is starting to work in the kitchen. She promised you and Chaewon pancakes.

Perpsective: Chaewon

The young woman leans her head against the headboard of her bed. A deep, sultry moan escapses her lips. her hand is trapped between her legs, her clothes a forgotten pile next to the bed.

Her eyes are closed as she mumurs your name. Chaewon is so jealous of Karina. She became a star way before your girlfriend did. If Chaewon had the opportunity to ask you out first...

Her mind drifts off as she thinks about the moment a couple of days ago. She could see how you were undressing her with your eyes. It made her whole body warm up. It made her core tingle. What were you imagining?

Going down on her? Chaewon sighs heavily as she thinks about it. She would be lying just like this, while you would eat her out.

Making out with her? Chaewon unconsiously makes the motions wither tongue and lips. As if you are actually kissing her.

Fucking her? Chaewon arches her back off the bed as she imagines it. Your cock deep inside her snug hole as you take her hard. Her moans and shouts as you fuck her, making Minju and Yena listen.

Chaewon can almost feel your lips on the skin on her neck as you lean over her, fucking her into the mattress. In her mind, she makes you cum. Rope after rope of your load paints her insides.

Chaewon gasps and shakes as she fingers herself to her own orgasm. Her body and mind becoming one. The scenario in her head almost feeling real.

Once she comes down from her high, she just lies there. Breathlessly, covered in sweat as she hears you talk to Minju in the kitchen. A big smile plays around Kim Chaewon's lips.

[inkedells]

reader accidentally calling “daddy” dbf!joel !! i wanna know how he reacts 😫 btw i love reading ur stories!! 🫶🏻

A/N: i've been wanting to write this for so long and this request gave me an excuse to sooooo here ya go!

m!dni | requests open.

tags/warnings: daddy kink (obvs), shy!reader, dbf!joel lovessss dirty talk, like srsly the filthiest dirty talk, grinding, sorta kinda some reeaaaally light humiliation vibes, p in v

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The first time you blurted it out, Joel thought he was hearing things.

It was early morning. With your legs twisted into his, you had maneuvered yourself so that you were straddling his thigh as you both lay on your sides. Joel just embraced you, petting your hair and cooing dirty things and sweet things alike as you worked your hips against the warm heat of his skin.

“Mm,” You moaned, gently kissing the column of Joel’s neck as his large hands grabbed your ass and guided the movement of your hips. 

“C’mon, honey, use it. You’re not stopping ‘till my thigh’s soaked.”

Joel removed one of his hands from your backside in favor of stroking himself from beneath the cover of his boxers instead. The way he tented the fabric had you salivating, something primal taking over as you whispered, “Want it…”

Joel noticed the way your eyes were intensely trained on his crotch, and he immediately understood.

“What?” He pulled his cock from its confines, “You wanna fuck this instead?”

You bit your lip and nodded, completely aware of the blush rising to your cheeks.

“I’m not sure you want it bad enough, though,” Joel teased, and you knew immediately what this was about. He wanted to hear dirty, depraved things come out of your mouth. His favorite part about you being vocal was the way your arousal would make you stumble over your sentences and mumble just barely above a whisper as you whined between words.

Maybe it was the intoxication of his scent as you continued to grind against him eagerly, or the way he kept muttering, “I got you,” with every whimper that fell from your lips, but you were suddenly filled with an urge you didn’t know how to stave off.

It came out like a whisper. Something you could’ve easily shrugged off and insisted never happened.

“Daddy… Want it, please...”

The hands that were working your ass over before were now frozen.

You removed your face from the crook of Joel’s neck and looked up at him with hooded eyes as you continued grinding on his thigh.

Joel cracked a crooked smile. “It’s like that, huh?”

You blushed as you nodded hesitantly, hugging Joel tight as he untangled your legs from his own and rolled you onto your back, towering above you as he bracketed your hips with his knees.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna fuck you good and hard and deep, just how his baby needs.”

“Oh god, yes,” You moaned. Joel never took his eyes off you as he slipped off your panties and swiped a finger through your aching, wet folds.

“So fuckin’ wet. Anybody else get you like this?”

“No,” You whispered shakily, hands darting to grip Joel’s wrist as he worked against your pussy in tandem.

“Who? Who do you become a whining, wet, horny little mess for?”

“You, Daddy,” You whimpered, groaning at the loss when Joel pulled his hand away from your pussy in favor of taking his cock out of his boxers.

“Mm, that’s right. Baby’s gonna get fucked real messy now, that alright? Can Daddy stuff this cute little pussy to the brim with his cum?”

You hadn’t even responded yet when Joel suddenly pressed against your entrance with the tip of his cock and entered you in one smooth motion.

"Ruin it, Daddy."

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A/N: yeah yeah i know i'm pumping out fics like crazy but i just have a lot of motivation rn so keep the requests coming!! i love u all i'll try to get as many done as possible (before i inevitably crash and don't write anything for a week)

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[apomaro-mellow]

His Love Makes Me Beautiful

some a/b/o fluff

Steve knew he was handsome. He knew he was good looking. He'd been told so all his life in many different ways, so visually he was never lacking in confidence. But that confidence had a different flavor when he started being with Eddie. Eddie didn't look at him just like he was a ten out of ten. Eddie looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

He loved Steve with such adoration that it bordered on worship and at first Steve thought it too much but now he basked in it. And if it bordered on worship before, now that he was pregnant Steve felt like Eddie was literally sending up prayers to him.

"Hey there, baby", Eddie pecked Steve's lips as he came into the kitchen. "And hello little baby." He knelt down and kissed Steve's belly three times.

"I think you've increased your knee-dropping by 75% since you knocked me up", Steve smiled as he opened up the cabinet to pull out some syrup.

"You know I can't resist prostrating myself at your altar." Eddie glued himself to Steve's back, taking in a whiff of his sweet vanilla scent that was mingling with the pancakes he was dressing up. "Speaking of..." He turned Steve around lowered down to the ground again.

"Eddie, it's 7 in the morning."

"Curse you for turning me into a morning person", Eddie said in between kissing Steve's thighs where his shorts stopped.

"Don't you want breakfast first?", Steve asked, his hands braced against the counter.

"I'll have whatever they're serving right here." Eddie put one of Steve's legs over his shoulder and mouthed at his crotch which was already wet from Steve.

It didn't stop there. As Steve got bigger, Eddie did whatever he could to make him comfortable. And for once, Steve thought there might be a point where he got insecure about his appearance. He thought that as he started growing out of his clothes and gaining weight that he might begin to feel like he wasn't attractive anymore.

Eddie never let that happen. He still touched him the same way and just as much. Honestly sometimes it seemed that the pregnancy just turned Eddie on more. Steve didn't believe the whole 'alphas go crazy horny over their pregnant omegas' thing until he saw it in action with Eddie. He would go from lovingly rubbing his belly to tantalizingly drifting his hands down.

The alpha found it difficult to keep his hands to himself before all this. Now it was damn near impossible. Eddie wasn't kidding when he compared Steve's body to an altar. He was a regular patron to the Temple of Steve and considered himself honored to pay his respects.

Eddie watched as Steve's face contorted in pleasure while he fucked into him. Hands gripping the sheets and lips parted in a continuous moan, slick dripping down where their bodies met. Steve's stomach was covered in bite marks and sat roundly between them. Eddie felt like he was making love to a fucking fertility god and he simply the mortal blessed with the privilege.

At seven months pregnant, Steve would look at himself in the mirror, feeling so many things. The love he felt for his unborn pup was there the minute he confirmed it with a test. The ever-present confidence in his appearance was always there too. But he didn't just think he looked good. He felt beautiful because Eddie made him feel beautiful. And every time he looked at his baby bump, he thought about Eddie and his love, and how he literally had the physical proof of it, carried it around with him every day.

They scented each other, shared matching bond bites, and now soon there would be a walking, talking reflection of their love. The affection they had for each other, given life. And Steve couldn't wait to meet them.

[thebearer]

Carmy and mama making a sex tape during the early years of dating, then finding it when they’re many years into their marriage and the girls are older. They have a date night where they drop the girls off at friends and rewatch it (and maybe recreate it 🙈)

"When did we... When did we even make this?" Carmen frowns, the TV mirroring your old phone, years old, you were surprised you found an adaptor for it.

"After the restaurant got it's star, remember? You threw a celebration thing for Sydney." You looked at him, brows raised teasingly.

Carmen flushed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Right." He nodded. "God, I can't- I can't believe we actually did that."

"Me either." You grinned. "Can't believe we forgot about it, too."

The video loaded, the blocked play button in the middle of the screen. You turned the volume up, a wicked, excited smile beaming toward Carmen. "Ready?"

Carmen smirked, nodding slowly, hand running against the couch, blood already rushing to his crotch. You scurried beside him, right before a younger version of you came on screen- clad in a lacy lingerie set, straps already sliding off your shoulders.

"I think it's on- yeah, it's on." The version of you on the screen giggle, propping the phone on the dresser. Carmen's old dresser in your shared apartment, you had just moved in together.

Carmen rested his hand on your thigh, you curled into his side, eyes on the screen. "So what do we do, huh? You want me to look at it." Carmen on the screen asked, eyes cutting nervously towards the phone.

"No, don't look at it!" You shrilled through the speakers of the TV. "Just look at me, ok? Want it to be natural like we always do." The purr in your voice- it had the same reaction on Carmen then and now. Both tensing, knuckles whitening when they gripped onto you.

"Ok, alright," Carmen nodded, hands sliding over your hips in the video, squeezing the fat of your ass. "You want me to make you feel good? Take care of you? Since it's your video."

Your thighs pressed together, even now. Two kids, ten years of marriage, nearly fifteen years together. It was amazing, how it made you react at the beginning of your relationship and even now.

"Yeah," Younger you nodded, eyes already glassy, arms looping around his neck.

"Yeah? Lay back f'me." Carmen rasped, the bed squeaking through the speakers when he pushed you back on it lightly, fingers hooking around the crotch of your lingerie set.

"You still got that?" Carmen muttered, eyes cutting to you, hand gripping your thigh on the couch.

"That? I don't think so." You grinned, your own hands creeping closer on his thigh towards his bulge. "Even if I did, wouldn't fit. Had two kids since then Berzatto."

"C'mon," Carmen rasped, shaking his head at you- you could see the reflections of the TV in his eyes, the way he kissed down your body, teasing you. Your tummy flipped, rushing with heat. "You're beautiful, always been."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "You're horny." You muttered, your fingertips brushing over the crotch of his sweatpants. Carmen's hips lifted into your touch, a stuttering exhale falling from his nose.

"Yeah, well, can you blame me?" Carmen groaned, nodding towards the screen. "Look at you."

Your eyes flickered towards the screen, Carmen's head now buried between your thighs, your own moans and breathy whines falling through the speakers. Hips rising and bucking, Carmen's hand pressing on your hips to keep you in place, eyes lifting to yours on the screen. It made you throb.

"Think we should recreate it? See if we've gotten any better?" Carmen grinned, hand creeping towards your own clothed heat, a finger tip tracing down your thigh.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded, shuddering under his touch.

Carmen grinned, wide and salacious before you were pinned on the couch, him wedged between your legs, kissing you fierily. Hot breath, lips hovering over your skin, shoving your sweatpants down, teasing you over your panties- just the way you liked. He knew better now, knew your body better than you did sometimes.

The Carmen on the screen had just begun to learn, at the beginning of his journey with you- with himself. Now, Carmen was more secure now, less scared, confident even. Especially when it came to using his tongue on you, diving between your legs, hands intertwined in yours, holding you down while he devoured you on the couch.

[toxicanonymity]

Late Night Dip 💦

2300 words, night walks!Joel x f!reader

thank you for the mood board @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

SUMMARY: Not much plot as usual. You go to the neighborhood pool after hours. Joel joins you for a late night dip and more of what you can't get enough of. A/N: CAN READ ALONE, but it’s in night walks (AU) with their dynamic established. Maybe a good chance to dip your feet. WARNINGS: I8+ mdni public, outdoor, oral f receiving, unsafe P in V in the pool, creampie / coming inside, kinda aggressive joel (to your delight), drugs (weed), references to stalking. PWP

Late one night, you text Joel to let him know you're going to take a dip. He had suggested a swim before but you hadn't taken him up on it yet. You don't exactly invite him, but his house is close to the pool and you imagine he'll show up.  He texts back, “bet you’re gonna get real wet.”

It’s after closing so the whole property is dark except for one dim, flickering light by the tennis courts, and the moonlight.  When you get to the pool, you reach over the fence to unlock it from the inside.  Some leaves are congregating in the water at the shallow end. You carefully grab the net off the fence and fish them out. It's gratifying seeing the water clear. You dump the leaves over the fence without banging it on the fence, then hang the net back up. You dip your toe and the water is a little more chilly than you expect, but not awful.  You sit down on a lounge chair, not ready to get in. You check your phone and Joel hasn't said anything else. 

Before taking your cover-up off. You unwedge your swimsuit and your hand lingers in the crotch of your bottoms. Are you as wet as you feel? You dip your finger into the pool between your legs. Yeah.

Joel's disembodied voice says, "Mm. Already?" You turn around as he emerges from the woods. "Save some for me."

"Jesus. What are you doing back there?"

"like seein' ya get all horny for me." He probably cut through from his house.  But he’s so . . . .stealthy.  He just has that air about him.  He’s like a cat, prowling around. 

"Joel," you sigh and roll your eyes. 

He lowers his voice, "say it again, baby" as he scales the fence. 

He sits down on the pool chair next to you.  He faces you and leans forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. “waitin’ for me to get in?” He has a joint behind his ear.

You think out loud, "how many times have you spied on me?"

He smiles to himself and reaches for your thigh.  You get butterflies at the contact.  He slowly caresses your leg, shakes his head and says, "however many gets you off, pumpkin’.” Then he teases, “Don’t bother ya, huh?” He winks and gives your thigh a squeeze.  “Gets ya hot and bothered.” 

Your face burns and he looks pleased with himself when you change the subject. “Water’s chilly.”

Joel takes off his shirt, revealing the long necklace he was wearing when you saw him out before with the blazer and low cut shirt.  You wonder if he went out tonight. 

“C’mon.  I’ll keep ya warm.”

He stands up and his crotch is at eye level.  His swimsuit is mint green, mid-thigh.  It looks good on him.  He’s barely hard if at all.  Why are you insulted? He’s been there all of five seconds.  He reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone and a lighter.  He puts the phone down on his shirt, along with his chain. He sits on the side of the pool and puts down the lighter and joint.  Dozens of back and shoulder muscles all engage as he eases himself into the pool, and god his back looks nice. You have to imagine it looks even nicer when he’s fucking you.  

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Once he’s standing, he turns around and rests his forearms on the edge. He sticks the joint in his mouth and blocks it from any light breeze as he lights it. You take your cover-up off, but still don’t make a move to get in.  He tilts his head and checks you out, then exhales. He nods his head back toward the pool invitingly. “C’mon, sugar. Ain't that cold.” It's not, really. The profile of his messy hair and strong shoulders does something to you.  

You stand up and adjust your top. 

He raises his eyebrows at you, then mutters with a straight face, “Why bother.” 

“Why bother. . .” you repeat contemplatively as you sit down at the edge of the pool.  You wince as you put your feet in.  Joel immediately nudges your knees open and puts himself between them, still holding the joint. Your feet graze his swimsuit.  He takes a small puff and puts it aside on the cement. He reaches one hand up to touch your neck, running his fingers over the halter tie of your bikini top as he holds the smoke in his mouth. Then he slides his hand up to your head, looks at you darkly, and gets on his toes.  You dip your head toward him as he exhales into your open mouth. 

As you accept his breath, he pulls the string to untie your top. Your hands reflexively go to catch your swimsuit against both breasts and you narrowly avoid choking. Meanwhile, he pulls the string on your back.

You’re too busy finishing your inhale to say anything.  Your hands hold the dangling swimsuit to your chest.

Joel pulls back and looks you in the eye.  He reaches for your cleavage and forcefully yanks the strap between the cups, taking the swimsuit out from under your hands and tossing it aside. You turn your head and cough, then say, “What are you–” 

“Shhhh.” Your hands are still over your breasts. His hands rest atop your thighs.  You look down and watch his strong, masculine hands run up your thighs to your hips. He grabs your ass and nudges you closer to the edge. “C’mon.” 

“It’s too cold.” 

“not to get in.” He eyes your swimsuit bottoms.  You scoot forward a little, and his broad torso keeps your thighs spread wide as you get closer.  “Good girl,” he murmurs to your crotch. You feel exposed with your legs open outdoors, but it’s not like he hasn’t been between them plenty of times. 

He doesn’t waste any time. He sinks down into the pool so his head is at cunt-level and plants his mouth right above the crotch of your swimsuit. He kneads your ass and presses his lips into your clothed mound, moving his lips slow but hard. There’s something really hot about him from this angle.  His head between your legs, shoulder muscles flexing in the moonlight. He pushes his tongue against the fabric and devours you through the swimsuit. His head moves between your legs.   Suddenly the cool air is on your ass. He’s untied your suit. 

You finally let go of your breasts, resting your hands behind you. He moans into the front of your swimsuit, and his tongue pushes it aside.  Then pulls it down gently with his teeth as his hands grab your ass.  His lips latch onto your clit and he gives it a kiss, looking up at you.  Then he pulls his head back and thumbs your folds.  He gives a low whistle at how wet you are. “God damn.” He returns his head to your cunt.  He licks between your entrance and your clit, then sucks.  You finger his fluffy hair and he moans into you as he sucks and laps, then pries his head away and looks at you darkly. 

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You sit up straighter and his mouth goes to your bare breast.  He sucks your nipple and thumbs your clit. Then he releases your breast with a, “fuuck.”  He looks back and forth between your breasts and sighs with a pained look on his face.  Then one of his hands goes between his legs and that arm is slowly moving as he sucks your other tit.  When he pulls his head back again, his voice is low and hungry. “Get in.”  The look on his face makes you wonder how urgently he needs you and what he’ll do if you drag your feet. 

“It’s too cold,” you say. It's not really--your feet are warm now that you've adjusted. You can feel how warm he is, too.

One corner of his mouth curls up, then his face darkens. “C’mon, baby.” He palms himself. “Know you want this cock.” 

You sigh. “So why don’t you get out and give it to me?” 

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your chest. His scruff scratches your breast as he commands into your skin, “get the fuck in here.” His arms tighten around you and he pulls you into the pool, leaving your swimsuit behind. Your legs wrap around his waist as he falls back with you. He holds you by the ass and helps gravity pull you down against him so you feel him rock-hard through his swimsuit.  He sighs "yeah," and you whimper at the contact.  He moves you by your ass and grinds your front against his hardness and you take a deep breath. Your nipples are hard. He’s keeping you warm, just like he said. You don’t even care that you’re completely nude in the neighborhood pool. 

You’re in the middle of the 4’ section, aching for him to be in you.  Your arms are resting on his shoulders with your wrists crossed behind his neck.  He reaches between you and urgently tugs down his waistband. You look down into the water as he holds his cock straight and guides you by the ass, covering his tip with your cunt, nestling himself for entry.  He pushes his tip inside, and pulls you down hard on his cock, parting your walls in one go and bottoming out with a grunt.  He sighs “fuck yeah,” tilts his pelvis back, removing half his length, then closes his eyes with a twitch of his perfect nose.  He meets you with a sharp thrust as he pulls you down even harder and sighs. 

His voice is hushed.  “Been wantin’ it all week, right?” His mouth hangs open as he wraps his arms around you and manhandles you on his cock.  He snarls and sighs.  He breathes heavily, moving you up and down. “Yeahh.  He takes a deep breath and reads your face, sheathing himself inside you as he wets his lips.  Then his lips latch onto yours. He feeds you his tongue in rhythm with his cock.  He moans into your mouth and slowly moves his lips with yours as he fucks himself with your body.  You help with your legs pulling you onto his cock in his rhythm. You break the kiss with a moan. As many times as you’ve had it now, it still gives you butterflies all over, the way he fills you up. 

Still sheathed in your warmth, begins to slowly make his way back toward the wall.  When he gets there, he puts his arm behind you, protecting you from the ledge. He bounces you on his cock as he picks up the joint and takes a drag. You latch onto his neck and he exhales “ohhh, baby.”  Then he puts the joint down and backs a foot away from the wall.   He grabs your ass with both hands and breathes “fuck”  as he ups the intensity again. You sigh. 

 “So” He pulls you down, “damn,” thrusting hard, “hot, baby.” He’s hitting your g-spot. “God damn,” he whispers. “God, this ass.” He squeezes the cheeks.

“Fuck, Joel-”

“Turn around for me,” he lifts you off him and turns you around. You grab the ledge of the pool and it’s not even a split-second before he shoves into you from the back with a grunt and thank God you're so wet with your own slick. His arm snakes in front of you and he grabs your breast as he stuffs you with his cock.  His lips latch onto the side of your neck and he moans “Mmm” as he kisses then nibbles at your neck. Your core feels dizzy with mounting pleasure, and pressure builds with every thrust. His teeth bear down on your neck and then he sucks gently, then hard.  You wince at the thought of the mark. 

Joel’s mouth breaks away. “Relax,” he murmurs as he buries his length inside you. “God damn.”  He reaches for the joint.  He gropes your breast and fucks you a little slower, pressing his chest all the way up against you as he takes a drag.  He looks at the joint as he exhales, then he reaches around you and brings the joint in front of your lips.  You take a puff. He sets it back down and ups his intensity again. You sigh as you exhale.  He whispers, “hell yeah.” 

He brings one hand to your clit and another to your breast and fondles you as he fucks you harder. You begin to whimper on the edge of bliss and he says, “Yeah, come on this cock, baby.” He works your clit and bottoms out with each harsh thrust. “Fuck yeah, c’mon.” Your whole abdomen tightens, then your head falls back as you see stars.  You moan and he palms your breast.  He fucks you through it as you flutter around him. “God, yeah,” he pants, “Oh yeah, fuck—nngg” He groans and slams his cock into you. He begins to pulse, releasing his warm seed.  He hums, “mmm” as he slowly plunges to the hilt a few more times, emptying his balls. Your cunt spasms lighter and you sigh. 

Joel bends his knees and noses your ear.  He wraps you in a hug, still inside you. When he begins to pull out, You tighten your legs on him, trying to keep him. 

Something rustles in the dark.  It’s just a raccoon at the treeline, but you’re suddenly very aware of your full nudity.  You stand upright, letting his cock slide out of you as you push yourself up out of the water.

“Ok,” he whispers. He pulls you back onto him, pivots to the side and holds onto the ledge with one hand, letting you lay back on his chest as you both come down from your high. You lay like that for a minute or two, feeling his breathing against your back as his cock softens. 

“Up for a dip any time, pumpkin,” he says in a hushed voice as he hands you your bikini top.

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Night Walks AU for more of this menace starting when you meet him.

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[drewmeows]

kinktober day two - wet dream w/ wade wilson

cw: no actual sex but MDNI, gn!reader, wet dream, author can't write deadpool dialogue, reader's down bad for wade, fade to black

wc: 653

notes: short one today since i had to work and i hate it no matter how many times i wrote and rewrote it😭😭

The air in the cavern was thick as hell, close to choking you as you attempted to close your eyes and get some solid sleep. Tomorrow would be the most important moment since you had landed in this god forsaken Void.

Head in a slight daze from downing the last of Gambit's liquor in an attempt at camraderie, and still unable to fall asleep, you sighed and sat up.

With a quick look around, you noticed Laura had drifted back inside and was snoring soundly now. You snuck out past her to where the Odyssey was parked under some trees and smirked when you noticed the massive claw marks on the sliding door, which had been broken and was now stuck open, revealing Deadpool, sprawled across the backseat with his arm thrown over his eyes.

You looked him over slightly, rolling your eyes before turning your back, with the plan to keep walking until your mind finally calmed down. Your foot slid on a rock and there was a sudden noise from the mini-van.

You froze, thinking you had just woken up the most annoying new addition to the Resistance, as Johnny used to call you all. When you whipped your head around, Wade had shifted, one of his legs falling off the seat and onto the floorboard, spread wide enough for you to see the prominent tent between his thighs.

He made another noise, and this time while looking at him, you could see it was a noise of pleasure, as his face twisted and the bulge in his costume grew slightly.

No. Way. Right now, Wade? Was the first thought you had, before realizing maybe you shouldn't be privy to this scene and attempted to make a quick exit. You flushed slightly as the noises grew louder and more frequent, quickly going to hike back up to the cavern when you heard your name.

"Wade?" You murmured into the dark, making the mistake of turning around and heading back to the open door. "Are you awake now?" You subconciously knew he wasn't but some self sabotaging part of you refused to believe the merc you'd had a crush on in your universe was actually pornographiclly moaning your name in his sleep right now.

"Wade, I swear to gods if you're fucking with me right now, I will rip your dick off," You said with a haughty air. You crossed your arms and drifted back over to him, watching with a keen eye before lifting your foot to kick his leg softly. "Not funny, Wade." You hissed under your breath.

Just as you went to kick him harder, he moaned loud enough to startle you back and you damn near jumped out of your skin when he sat up suddenly, body jerking. You watched with wide eyes as he drew his pistol and looked around in confusion.

Then your eyes dipped to Wade's lap, at the darkened spot near his bulge and you realized exactly what happened. "Oh my god." You clapped your hand over your mouth to hold in a giggle.

He followed your eyes and quickly went to cover his crotch, "Hey! No free shows!" You could see his thigh twitch as the barrel of his gun glanced off his now soft cock.

"Did you just cum from a dream of me?" You couldn't help but blurt out. The look of wonder in your eyes wasn't lost on him, a dawning sense of relief when he realized you weren't making fun of him, but rather were very interested in seeing it again.

Warily, he gave a slow nod, moving his hands to his sides, shifting awkwardly on the bench.

"That's so fucking hot," is all you have time to mutter before pacing the last two steps between the two of you, nudging his legs apart to fit between them and tugging his face up to yours, slotting your lips together.

[cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose]

I kinda wanna write a light & fun #fortunecookieAU of zosan. Heavily inspired by that Rick & Morty Fortune Cookie episode 😂

It could be like they arrived on an island that is very mysterious (in a way just like sabaody bc you cannot find it through any logpose) and the people talk about their famous fortune cookies.

There was also a festival that's happening so they decided to stay and enjoy themselves.

The crew decided to eat on the island for lunch and they're given fortune cookies and everyone got basic fortunes until Zoro's, who got a

"You'll have sex with the person who has curly eyebrows" which shocks everyone in the room. They laughed about it and Sanji being Sanji screaming crying and murderous. He was so pissed but also superstitious. Zoro after the initial shock and annoyance just shrugged it off and guaranteed Sanji it won't happen (since he won't force Sanji to do anything he doesn't want to). But Sanji doesn't listen. He believes it will happen and has been walking on thin ice since then.

But it seems Sanji could be right since after lunch a series of unfortunate (fortunate) events led to so many uncompromising situations.... like one of them being...

(Somehow) They both got the long end of the stick and had to watch the ship together and Zoro was training half naked as always but when Sanji brought his snack he suddenly slipped and somehow someway Zoro's on the floor laying while Sanji's on top of him sitting exactly where his ass was meeting Zoro's hardening crotch and one hand holding the empty tray and the other on Zoro's juicy pecs.

Sanji had never seen Zoro so red before and he had never stood up and ran so fast to the galley in his life before.

There's also that time they accidentally met behind the festival stalls because Sanji was smoking and Zoro's lost again and Sanji was so scared to be in the same space as Zoro that he panicked and his yukata was caught on a branch and Zoro wanted to warn the cook but before he could open his mouth Sanji already stumbled and his ass was on the ground cushioning his fall with his elbow propped and amidst of it Sanji was so surprised he grabbed whatever was near him which was Zoro's robe and Zoro fell with him and conveniently on top of him. Zoro almost froze at the spot. Sanji's yukata was open and deliciously cascading on his propped elbow making his whole torso exposed for Zoro's eye to feast while other hand still clutching on Zoro's robe. And the position they fell into had Zoro right in between Sanji's open legs. Barely any spaces for their crotch to meet. The position had made Zoro weak he had to slam his arms beside Sanji's head for support putting Sanji in a kabedon. The action startled Sanji as he looked up to see Zoro's wild steel grey eye. It was too much to bear he could only look down and away only then realizing the position that they're into.

There's also that one time they didn't know the other was behind and they turned exactly at the same time that their faces were so close they could almost kiss. Or that one time Zoro didn't know Sanji was still in the bathroom and changing. He just finished training and he's all sweaty and wanted to take a bath and when he opened the door he was greeted with Sanji who was full naked with his back to the door, bending and ass out as Sanji was picking up his tie that fell.

Sanji doesn't know how long he can handle it (since he might have a little bit of a crush on said mosshead) and the situation has left Zoro so pissed (bc everything seems to be out of his control) and confused (bc the cook is so irresistible he can't keep his hands to himself any longer).

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This really looks like a fun au. And I might try to do it and finish it before my semester starts!!! pray for me and my brain 😭😂🩵

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Already day 6? Sheesh... Dont get used to these being this on time😅)

(A/n: Not proofread (as if anything I post /is/😅))

Word Count: 860

Summary- Don't be so receptive next time...

Warnings: Spanking, Degradation, Cumming untouched

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec/Jane Volturi x GN! Reader: Kinktober Day 6- Pain + Humiliation

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There were many perks of being mated to two vampires.

Even more once you factored in that they were both members of the most powerful coven's elite guard.

You had more freedom than a normal human in this castle. You were free to walk around and use the library as you pleased. You didn't have to worry about pissing anyone off and becoming their lunch. And, you had two loving people who would do anything for you.

What's not to like? Well…

Two mates might mean double the love, but it also means punishment and disappointment doubles.

.

You cry out as another slap echoes through the room.

Your ass stings and tears are falling from your cheeks.

The only indicator that you're even semi enjoying yourself is your obvious arousal. Droplets fall from your crotch and soak the bed sheets from your position.

Jane has you bent over on all fours in the middle of your bed as she brings her hand down on your ass again and again.

"What number was that?" Her voice is almost cold.

"Six…" you hiccup, trying your best to keep yourself upright. You only have four more; if you fail now, she'll start over.

"You remember your colors." She says it like a statement, but you know she wants an answer.

You nod. "Green," you answer her unspoken question.

*smack*

You sob out, "S-sev-ven."

Three more, you've got this.

"What was that?" Jane chides. "A mate of mine has more tolerance than that."

Taking a shuddering breath, you say it again, clearer this time. "Seven."

"That's more like it."

*smack*

Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight to hold back an orgasm. Your face is soaked with a mixture of sweat and tears.

As the feeling ebbs away, you count: "Eight~.."

"Look at them-" Alec seethes from his place across the room. He sits in an armchair with his legs spread apart, one arm leisurely thrown over the back as his other hand rests between his thighs. "-about to cum. Haven't even been touched yet. Pathetic."

"Very sensitive," Jane agrees, eyes not leaving your trembling form.

*smack*

Your arms give out, forcing your head to the mattress with your ass still up. "Eungh~" you couldn't describe that noise if you were given a thesaurus. You twist your fingers into the sheets as you push back release once more.

"Nine…" you whimper out, muffled by the blanket. Drool starts to pool against the fabric as your mouth hangs open from both pleasure and pain.

The sweet sting shouldn't be enough to push you so dangerously close to the edge, but here you are: teetering like the world's most dangerous seesaw all because of a spanking.

God, Alec's right. You are pathetic.

The realization stings a bit, but as you look across the room at Alec, red eyes boring into your own, you can't bring yourself to mind it. You'll gladly be pathetic for him. For her. Anything your mates want you to be.

"How desperate are you?" He snarls. "How desperate must you be for this to be all it takes to wreck you so?"

*smack*

Your mouth opens into a silent scream as Jane spanks you with the most force out of all the others. "...ten~" Your eyes roll back as you cum, hard.

Your body shakes with the force as you collapse fully.

"Typical. Cumming untouched like the needy, whiny whore that you are."

You're not sure who says it as your brain slowly starts to recover from becoming mush.

"Why did you need to be punished?" Jane asks, still behind you.

Why did you? You know why. But you don't?

Your brain is practically pudding right now.

Oh.

Oh, that's right. But you were just bored; you didn't mean anything by it.

"Because I let a lower guard flirt with me…

Your ass hurts, your feelings hurt, and you love it. You're going to be bruised tomorrow. Maybe even within the hour.

That's okay. It just means your mates are going to be extra attentive for the rest of the night.

"Don't let it happen again." Alec commands, standing and closing the distance between you. He grips your hair and yanks your head up so you can look at him as Jane slips into the ensuite bathroom. You hear the water start up and assume she's running a bath for you.

"If we catch our mate acting like such a harlot again, you'll get more than you did today."

The thought drags a debauched moan from the depths of your chest. Finally breaking his stone facade, Alec releases your hair and leans down to scoop you into his arms and take you to the bathroom.

As you said: having two mates has its perks.

You might get double the disappointment, but you also get double the doting and double the pity points after your punishment. Not to mention, if you like it, is it really that much of a punishment? You would have to disagree.

So, yes, you think, soaking in the coolness of your mate as you reach for your other lover once she's in sight. It definitely has its perks…

[finniestoncrane]

Can I ask for reader giving Deegan from Fallout 4 a little relaxing blow job for being such a brave and hard working guy? (So nervous but I saw he was in your list and I love him!)

Edward Deegan x GN!Reader, word count: 1.2k don't be nervous!! i'm so glad someone asked for him finally, and this is perfect ;-; i'm writing this post-lorenzo shit, because when he was on the floor all weak URGH my heart ;-; ☢️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: blowjobs, sweet deegan!! don't tell me he isn't soft and kind, he put up with jack cabot long enough, smutty fluff, tiny mention of an injury on deegan

It was late, well past midnight, and you moved quietly through the Cabot house as you made your way to Deegan's room, not wanting to wake anyone up. You didn't want to disturb Edward's rest either, but you hadn't been able to sleep for thinking about him, worrying over him after the day you'd been through.

"Edward... Ed? Can I come in?"

Your whispered words were accompanied by a soft tapping of your knuckles against the door. Any louder and you'd wake the whole house. And besides, if he couldn't hear you, then it meant he had managed to fall asleep.

"Sure, door's unlocked."

His voice cut through the silence, gruff, gravelly, louder than yours. You cringed at the sound, worried it might disturb the others who would no doubt interrupt what you hoped would be a private conversation with Deegan. But as you carfeully, so slowly, turned the handle of the door, you could hear nothing else but your own breathing.

You closed the door just as quietly behind you, keeping your voice hushed, but adjusting the volume to a slightly louder one now that you were in the privacy of the four walls.

"Are you ok? You look worried."

Edward was sitting up on the edge of his bed wearing only a pair of underwear. His stomach was wrapped in bandages, but other than that, his body was bare and exposed to your lingering gaze, though it didn't seem to bother him. Realising that you were staring, you turned your head to the side, letting your hand find his hat on top of his dresser, fingers skimming over the shallow brim as you spoke.

"I'm ok, I just couldn't sleep. I was worried about you."

"Really? You couldn't sleep because of me? That's ridiculous. I'm fine."

He patted the mattress beside him, a gentle gesture, welcoming and kind. Once you were resting beside him, he placed an arm around you, pulling you into a comforting side embrace. Physical affection was one of his surprises, a trait you'd never have expected from him, but one that was prominent once you were amongst his "inner circle".

"I know, I know. You're always fine. But how many times can you get knocked around like that and still be ok afterwards?"

"It's been two hundred years so far. I can't imagine I'll be downed any time soon."

You slumped into his body, letting him take your whole weight. The more you relaxed, the more your body slipped until you were laying at an angle uncomfortable enough for you to shift your body. Kicking your legs up onto the bed, you settled your head into his lap, sighing contentedly as he tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear.

Edward let his fingers travel from your hair to your neck, following down to your shoulder and tracing your upper arm, soft strokes back and forth as he tickled your skin, soothing, comforting. It was more than that though. His strong body supporting you, his surprisingly gentle touch, the way he hummed in satisfaction when you shifted into him. For all he did for you, risking his life, finding you work, convincing Jack to let you stay in the house, and now, comforting you when you'd come to comfort him, you knew he was due more than just an embrace. And you knew you wanted to give it to him.

As you nuzzled your head against his crotch, you brought your hands up to his thighs, skimming your palm against them, travelling upwards until you were at the top of his underwear. Edward sighed against you, a soft, growling moan as he felt your caress against his strong, but tired body.

Tugging the underwear down, you exposed his cock, stiffening already at your touch, pulsing as you let it fall out over the band, bobbing in front of your face.

His hand was against your cheek, warm, delicate, but he was pushing at you, trying to guide you away from him, only easing up when you were focused on him, your eyes trained on his.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You deserve this, Edward."

He closed his eyes, blinking slowly.

"You don't have to do that... this. You don't have to pity me. I do my job, and I watch out for my friends."

"It's not out of pity, Edward. I want to do this. I've wanted to do this."

He put up no fight after those words, instead leaning back on his elbows to give you more room in his lap as you turned your had back towards his cock. WIth your hand gripping the base of his shaft, you let your lips slide down over the head, tongue flitting back and forth, coating it with your saliva to make it easier to bob your head up and down his length.

Your lips bumped over the smoothed ridges of his cock, a texture that was satisfying and new, exciting, different. You could feel the skin warming against your mouth and your tongue, the way his thick, hard dick throbbed at the attention you were giving it.

Freshly washed, always taking advantage of the hot, running water in the Cabot house, Edward didn't taste like much, but you could still smell his musk. And as he relaxed into the pleasure, the tang of his precum settled on your tongue sending you into a frenzy. With your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, hoping to encourage more of the sweet, salty essence.

Edward choked on his words a little, surprised at how hungry you seemed to be for him. Gently, so as not to incur any more damage to his bruised body, he eased himself down lower, still raised enough though to watch you as you worked your way over his cock.

With a crude 'schlick' you let his cock pop out of your mouth, smiling up at him as you turned your head to the side and ran your tongue up and down his dick, running it through your lips at the angle before you sank your mouth back down over it.

You looked up at him, catching his eyes and smiling even with your mouth full of him, an act that made him blush and lose a little bit of the control he had over his reactions. With a hitched breath, he muttered something, unintelligible murmurs underscored by half-swears and sounds of pleasure.

"Ah... fff... ngh!"

Edward's breathing was heavy, panting, interspersed with moans and groans that only got louder the more you sucked on his cock, tongue swirling over the head as you reach the top and gliding down the shaft as you let the tip hit the back of your throat.

Your fingers travelled up his chest, gripping his prominent chin and playfully shaking it before you placed your palm over his mouth. It was late, and Wilhelmina was a notoriously light sleeper. The last thing you wanted was to be interrupted before you'd had the chance to properly thank Deegan for his bravery and his kindness.

And with the way he had begun to buck his hips up, his hands gripping the sheets as he strained his neck and gritted his teeth, you wouldn't have to wait long to see it through.