#this is .. filth

[nanaslutt]

Bodyswap w/ Gojo part 2

part 1, here

Contains: fem reader, caught masturbating, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex :3, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, kinda selfcest?? (they’re in each others body’s while they fuck), spanking

MDNI

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"Ahh! F-fuck, mmm-" Gojo's voice could be heard from the other side of the door, with squelching accompanying the lewd moans into the hallway. Gojo pressed your body up to the door quietly, listening to you use his body to get off after telling him to not even look at yours in the shower. Someone's a little hypocrite~ he internally cooed, fighting back a giggle.

As full of Gojo was of himself, he wasn't the type of guy to get off on his own moans, but he did find it arousing that you were in his body and were using him like some slut for your own pleasure. He waited patiently until he heard his body cum, still pressed against the door until the sighing and shuffling on the other side of the door died before he knocked to announce his arrival.

Here the two of you lie, in your room in silence while Gojo stares at the poorly tucked away cum rag you used to clean up your mess under your bed. "Ahh~ I always feel so much better after a shower." He sighs, starting up a conversation. "Mmm, me too." You mumbled, still staring at the ceiling from your place on the bed. "Yeah? Why don't you go take one?" He asked, walking over to your bed and making himself comfortable as he lay against your pillows.

"Gross Satoru, I'm not taking a shower in this body, unless I have to.. and who said you could sit on my bed?" You chastized, setting yourself up on your forearms to look at him, finding that it was still hard to make eye contact. Every time you did you were reminded of what a pervert you had been, and how you probably almost got caught.

"No? You don't feel dirty?" He asked pouting out his bottom lip teasingly, insistent on keeping his eyes glued to yours even tho yours tried to avoid his like the plague. "Why would I feel dirty? You had your infinity on during the fight, you're spotless." You rambled. "Maybe, but don't you feel the need to wash up after you cum?" He said, leaning your head in his hands as he smiled at you from under your lashes.

You felt your entire body heat up at his words, you had the same feeling as when you took one too many candies as a kid and your parents called you out for it. You could feel your face heat up and your palms become sweaty. You tried to play dumb, making brief eye contact with your body and noticing the smug look Gojo had manipulated on its face, before plopping your head back down on the bed as you laid flat and made yourself at home by staring at the ceiling once more.

"W-why is that relevant?" You questioned, hoping somehow that Gojo hadn't somehow caught on to what you did in his body, you thought you had been so careful! "Playing coy doesn't sound good when it's coming from my voice~" He said, dragging out his words for emphasis as he sat straight, looking down at his form as you lay still on the bed. Fuck, how did his technique work again? He could teleport, right, maybe if you just closed your eyes realllly hard and focused you could excape this horribly awkward conversation.

You tried, you really did, but to no avail. When you opened your eyes you were still looking at your tan ceiling, and you still saw your body looking down at you through your peripherals. "Did it feel good?" He asked, making your face heat up. "It sounded like it felt good." He giggled. "Y-you were listening?" You gasped, looking into your eyes now as the two of you kept eye contact. "I don't think that really matters when you violated my body when I was away~" He cooed, making a strong point. You still couldn't help but feel embarrassed thinking about how much me might've heard.

"S-Satoru I'm sorry, really, I have no excuses I just- fuck I don't even know what came over me." You blushed, trying to keep eye contact with yourself to seem more sincere as you spoke to him. "Ahh~ I cant believe you would do this after you yelled at me to not even look at your body~" He said dramatically, wrapping your arms around your body to block off your view and make you look smaller as he pretended to feel violated.

The white-haired man was having so much fun right now, it wasn't every day he got to tease you like this, so he figured why not drag it out a bit. You started apologizing profusely, saying over and over how sorry you were before your own laugh cut you off. "S-sorry." He stuttered through a laugh, whipping his own smile off your face as he dropped your chin down to look at you in faux seriousness. Something told you he didn't care as much as he said he did.

"It's amusing to hear you grovel like this, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." He confessed, making your face heat up in annoyance. You were mad that you had zero ground to chastise him right now as if he really was upset about this whole thing, you didn't want to make it any worse. "It did feel good though right?" He asked again, biting your lip as he scooted closer to his body. "My cock is sooo sensitive I bet you were having a field day~ I don't blame you for not being able to stop~" He sympathized, using your hand to rub over his abs, a sensation that made your skin tingle under his touch.

"S-satoru-" You tried to interrupt him, "Did you play with my balls too? I never last long when I do that." He added, lowering his hand to rub over his v-line as he watched the tent in his pants grow slowly and steadily at his words. "Satoru what are you d-doing?" You managed to ask, his voice coming out meek and submissive. The man hummed, caressing his hand lower and lower until he reached the band of his sweats, teasing your fingertips under the waistline.

"I guess I'm just a little envious that you got to experience cumming in my body, and I didn't even get to look at yours~" He pouted, playing dumb. He made a good point, you had perved out on his own body like this when you set such strict rules for him, that he sounded like he actually followed. "So what does that mean?" You asked hesitantly, swallowing hard when he pulled back his pants and boxers before letting them snap back against your skin. "Well.. you must be a little curious to see what fucking something other than my hand feels like, right?" He asked, hitting the nail on the head.

"Satoru if you're talking about us having sex right now I don't-" Your voice cut you off, you felt a hand start to rub in tantalizing circles over the tent in your pants, and you quickly dropped your gaze away from your face to watch. "That's exactly what I had in mind~" He cooed, tilting his head at you while he rubbed his cock in your smaller hand. "Isn't that.. going to be uncomfortable?" You asked, surprising Gojo when you weren't immediately put off by the idea, the hand that was rubbing his cock definitely aiding in your answer.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" He asked, sliding his hand under the waistband of his boxers as he gripped his cock with your hand and started stroking it directly. As good as pleasure felt in your body, he wished he could feel you touch his cock like this, but maybe after this, he would have an easier time getting you into bed when things went back to normal. "Hmm? Does it?" He cooed in your voice, making you blush at how seductive you sounded.

"F-feels good but-" You choked out through a moan, your breath hitching when Gojo slung your body to sit on top of himself as he used your free hand to cover his mouth, stopping your words. "Just look at me in the mirror if fucking your body is too weird~" He giggled, watching as your eyes looked past your body sitting on top of you as you made eye contact with Gojo's body in the mirror. "I for one don't mind looking at myself like this, I've definitely had a wet dream about this before." He giggled, easing your nerves at his unseriousness, you doubted he was joking either.

He released the hand that was covering your mouth as he pulled his boxers down enough for his dripping cock to spring out. "Fuck, are you that wet because of the situation, or is that all my body's doing?" He laughed, rubbing his pointer finger over the top of his dick as he tapped the precum agaisnt it, making a lewd wet 'plp' sound. "S-shut up." You groaned through your teeth, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten when he wrapped his hand around himself again and started stroking at a propper pace. "Shit, this is so weird, heh." Gojo laughed, the feeling of looking at himself while he jerked himself off, out of body, was truly an experience.

"This was y-your idea, don't complain now." You said in his voice, watching intently at his hand that moved over his cock expertly. His precise and knowledgeable movements felt a hell of a lot better than your own, and the visual of your hand dwarfed by his massive cock was a sight to behold, one that aided in your growing arousal. "Yeah, yeah." He said, briefly sitting up as he pulled your shorts and panties down your body, leaving his cock hanging twitching in the air between the two of you as he disrobed your body.

The man turned around and faced himself in the mirror as he sat on top of you, the bottom half of your body bare as he pulled your shirt over your body and feasted his eyes on your naked form. "Shit, actually.." He smirked, biting his lip as he ran your hands down your body seductively. "Fuck me like this, wanna watch your body move while you do it." He said, reaching behind you to grab his dick again and stroke it while he continued admiring your body.

"Satoru please don't look it's embarrassing." You begged, covering your face with his massive hands as your entire body felt like it was on fire from the arousal and combined embarrassment. "Im about to watch you get fucked, you might wanna get over your fears." He giggled. "Besides, you're fucking hot, can feel your body gettin' all horny from just lookin' at it." He confessed in your voice, making you whine. The man grabbed his dick and lifted his body over his cock, looking down to line it up with your entrance before he pressed the tip against your hole.

"W-wait Satoru a condom-" You warned when you felt him start to sit down on you. "Trust me, you do not want a condom on when you feel this." He said, gasping when his tip popped past the tight ring of your cunt. Every alarm that was going off in your head melted away when you felt the tight and warm sensation envelop his cock, you felt his balls twitch and tighten the more he sat down on his cock, you would worry about the lack of a condom later.

"Fuuuuuck, that's the shit~" He groaned, bottoming out on his cock while he placed his hands on his body's knees and stared at your body in the mirror, specifically where the two of you were connected. "I feel so fucking f-fulll~" He wined, wiggling his hips in circles on your lap as he tried to adjust to the feeling of having a cock inside him for the first time. His dick was pressing up against all the right spots in your walls he didn't even find when he was fingering your cunt earlier in the shower, this was a hundred times better than your pathetic digits, he started to understand why girls kept blowing up his phone after a one night stand now.

"I- I think I'm gonna cum- p-please don't move." You wined, using Satoru's massive hands to grip your body's waist hard enough to leave bruises as you tried to make sure he couldn't even wiggle around. "I wouldn't mind feeling that~" He said, referring to you filling him up. You tilted your head back and took some deep breaths to steady yourself. Your cunt was incredibly warm and wet it felt like it was going to melt his dick as he sat still on you. The strong warmth that had blossomed in your tummy was almost overbearing, and your head was spinning at all the stimulation.

You knew Gojo was experienced, so how did it still feel this good? How did it still feel so sensitive? Was it because it was your first time feeling anything like it? You chalked it up to that, your train of thought getting cut off when your voice spoke through the room.

"Can I move? This fucking cunt is aching for it." Satoru wined, trying to wiggle his hips in your strong grip. "I think so." You nodded when he looked at you for your approval. It was so freaky seeing someone else control your body, but the pleasure of your own cunt squeezing around the cock you temporarily had eased your nerves significantly. "You might have to help me out, never rode a dick before." He giggled in your voice, turning his head back to look at your body in the mirror as he lifted his weight until his dick was almost completely out of him, before he sat all of your weight back down on his cock.

"Oh- fuck-" Gojo wined in your voice, coming out a little more submissive than he would've liked. He quickly started a fast pace bounding on your lap, your jaw dropped open as you allowed yourself to feel everything. "Y-eah it feels fucking good d-doesn't it?" Gojo tried to laugh through a moan, your voice getting louder when you started fucking his hips up into your body, poisoning his dick in and out of the man who possessed your body.

Gojo was right, you could think of nothing worse than something like a condom blocking your direct contact from feeling your tight walls wrap around his cock like this. You were impressed by your strength in this body when you used your grip on the body on top of you to lift it up and bring it down harder on his cock, making him scream out while your breathing picked up.

"S-so roughh~" Gojo smiled at his current body in the mirror, abandoning one of his hands that had stabilized himself on your thigh to rub his clit in fast circles, making your walls squeeze his dick tightly. "God Satoru- loosen" thrust "up!" you grit in his voice, your eyes threatening to roll back in your head at how intense the feeling of your pulsing walls around his dick felt. "C-cant ohmygod c-cumming!" He cried suddenly, his back arching forward as your cunt spasmed around his cock.

You fucked him through his orgasm, loud short wines and curses fell from his lips as he came, his body jerked as the waves crashed over him, his body going limp in your hold. You took the opportunity to manhandle your body, quickly turning the two of you around in one swift movement you forced him into a weak doggystyle position, his face being pressed into the sheets while drool dripped out from the corner of his lips.

You couldn't let up on his cunt, the pulsing around his cock was an amazing feeling and you were determined to feel it again, Gojo pressed your thighs together and crossed your feet at the overstimulation he was feeling as mindless babbles and whines of your own name could be heard in your voice underneath you. You prayed no one was around the dorms at this time, as they might be a little confused on what they were hearing right now.

"Fuck- make me c-cum again give it to me g-give it to me" He whined, his words being slurred into one as you fucked heavy and mean thrusts into his cunt. You don't know what came over you, but the need to respond and talk dirty back to him was overwhelming you, "Yeah? Wanna cum all over this cock again?" You said, making yourself blush as you aroused yourself hearing his dirty words in your ears. "Y-e-ssssss fuckk~" Gojo whined into the sheets, a cock-drunken smile plastered on his face as he took everything your gave him.

You felt his balls coil tighter, the knot in his stomach tying itself harder into knots as you fucked a particularly soft spot inside your cunt. The telltale sign of Gojo's orgasm was creeping over his body, making your thrusts grow sloppy. Gojo laughed from underneath you, the sound being chopped up by moans. "Y-you're gonna c-cum arent you?" He teased, trying to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

You probably should've felt more uncomfortable with how arousing fucking your own body was, but you would probably dream about this night for years to come, so you could ponder about that later.

The expression Gojo had on your face was so pretty, you had to admit. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head each time you fucked into him, the fucked out smile he had on, the moans that were forced out of your mouth, and the way your cunt pulsed around you pushed you over the edge.

Gojo whined when he felt you still against his ass, "Yeahhhh fill me up, fuck your cum into me~" He whined, taking advantage of being in your body to say shit you would never say, for his own pleasure. He bit his lip at how warm his cum was when it shot rope after rope inside him. Your clit was throbbing at the feeling, he so badly wanted to reach down and pet it till he came as well, but he would wait till you started fucking into him again.

Right when you started coming down from your orgasm, something akin to the feeling of a back scratch, or getting your head massaged at the salon washed over the two of you. Suddenly you had an intense ache in your lower back, and your tummy felt strangely warm. "Heh, what a fucking twist~" You heard Gojo's voice coo down at you, only this time, you weren't in control of it anymore. "I wanted to feel my cock cum inside your cunt while I was in your body one last time, but now I can feel it from my own." He grinned maliciously.

Even though Gojo had just cum, he started fucking into you like a madman, the squelching between your legs was so much louder now as your combined cum gathered around the base of his thick cock. "Have fun in my body?" He asked, giggling with his signature headache inducing giggle, "You liked cumming inside something? Glad you didnt use a condom huhhh~?" He teased, pulling his hips back to the tip before he fucked his entire occk back into you, making you scream out.

Gojo had adjusted surprisingly quick, I guess that makes sense for the world's strongest sorcerer. You on the other hand were still trying to come to terms with being in your own body again and having practically no time to adjust to the feeling of his cock before he started bullying it into your walls. It's not like it hurt, but the feeling of him fucking into your sweet spot so rough was almost too much. "Oh, you were aching down here~" Gojo remembered, reaching his hand under your body to rub your clit in little circles. "Let me help you~" He cooed, sucking air in through his teeth when your cunt tightened around him at the addition of stimulation.

"S-toru wa-ittt-" You cried, trying to warn him of how close you were but ultimately falling short. Your walls started to spasm around him as your body came for the nth time that night. "Oh shiiit~ Feels so fucking good baby-" Gojo groaned, letting his head fall back and his jaw drop in a small o as you came hard around his length, and he actually got to feel it this time. Your body was completely limp to his mean thrusts, your eyes rolling back as nonsense spilled from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, past overstimulation, and towards another high.

He lifted your tummy up from underneath you and pressed down on your lower back simultaneously to get you in a meaner arch, before he went back to rubbing your clit. The man placed his foot next to your body to give himself more leverage to fuck you harder, and that's exactly what he did. "Tell me you need my cum- cmon baby- say it-" He cooed, gritting his teeth together as he used your cunt to work himself up to his orgasm.

His eyes darted between the mess the two of you were creating at your fucked out, drooling face. He pulled back his hold on your hip to leave a mean spank against your ass, making you yelp out into the room. "What did I say, huh? Don't fucking ignore me when I'm this close~" Gojo chastized, shaking his head. "N-eed your cum 'toruuu" You slurred, "W-ant to feel you fill me up-" You begged, your words being chopped up by his mean thrusts.

"Again," Gojo said, leaving another smack on the fat of your ass. "C-cum inside mee~" You repeated. "Again," Another smack. "Toru- toru- toru-" You repeated his name as he groaned through his teeth. He felt his balls tighten quickly before he was thrown into his orgasm. His body jerked as his hips fucked load after load into your used and abused cunt. He released a long groan when he stilled his hips to your ass and let himself finish. Your moans had quieted as you laid under him, whimpering softly each time he fucked into you but otherwise trying to catch your breath from how hard he just gave it to you.

Once Gojo had released all of his seed into you, he pulled his sore cock out and gripped himself at the base as the both of you groaned in oversensitivily. "Fuck, think you milked me dry after that one." He laughed, pulling your pussy lips to the side to get a better view of your stuffed hole that leaked his cum in a steady drip down the back of your thighs. "I don't think I've ever been so sore in my life." You said quietly into the sheets, making him giggle.

"I think that was my fault, I might've worked your cunt a little too hard in the shower." He said, letting your body drop down onto the bed as he sat beside you and rubbed your thigh soothingly. You stayed silent for a couple beats before his words registered in your head. Worked too hard in the shower? What? Wait.. did he?

Your jaw dropped, you turned your head to look at him with an incredulous look on your face while he smiled with faux innocence down at you. "You fucking hypocrite! You made me feel bad for masturbating in your body when it sounds like you went ape shit on mine!" The man just giggled infuriatingly, "I like teasing you~ I'm sorryyyy~ You practically handed the opportunity to me!" He defended, throwing his hands up in the air.

You sighed, looking away from his irritatingly handsome face as you shut your eyes and curled your body on your side feeling a headache start to come on. "Oh come onnn~ We had a good time~" The man's voice resonated in your ears while he wrapped his large body around yours and started placing kisses on your shoulder to ease your frustration. Was it possible to kill a curse twice? You sighed as your body relaxed against him, your exhausted body welcoming the kisses.

Jujutsu sources are the worstttt..

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[abigolemess]

hobie x reader where they’re smoking a blunt (maybe with some sexy shotgunning) and it gets really nsfw really fast

YES. YES. AND YES, ANON. also I'm shit with trying to get Hobie's speech down. especially since I'm not British lol. I hope u enjoy!

P.S. its finally here ya'll >:)

Warnings/tags: hella smut, p in v, protected sex, overstim, edging, degradation, praise, drug use, a lil rough, porn without plot for sure. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 1K

"Pass it here, love?"

You were making dinner at your apartment when Hobie texted you to see if you were busy. He hadn't seen you in a while as you both were busy, and he wanted you to come to his place. Missing him as well, you made him a plate and headed to him. And now you are both on his couch passing your second blunt back and forth.

You turned to Hobie to see his red eyes scanning your body. His lids were being weighed down as if there were something heavy pulling on them. You passed him the blunt without breaking eye contact. You couldn't. Hobie's brown pupils were too mesmerizing. But you didn't want to look away anyways.

Hobie took a drag of the blunt without looking away. Gently, he grabbed your face and brought it close to his, forcing your mouth in an "o" shape. He exhaled the smoke slowly into your mouth before finally pulling your lips to his. You exhaled the smoke into his face after his lips left yours. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Good girl. C'mere."

Hobie pulled you onto his lap. You could feel his bulge straining through his jeans.  "Y'feel that?" You nod as Hobie gets closer to your ear. "Wanna do somethin' about it?" You nod again. "Use your words, babes." You start to grind against him, breathing heavy. You earned a deep groan in your ear right before Hobie grabbed your hips to stop you. "Whaddya want?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

"Please, Hobie." His tight grip didn't allow you to have the friction you so desperately craved.

"Please, what, love? Do ya even know what your beggin for?" Hobie continued to tease you.

"Please give me your cock, Hobs. I need it," you whimpered. Hobie decided to stop toying with you and give you what you desperately needed, mostly because he couldn't wait either. Hobie lifted you up and carried you to his bedroom. After placing you on his bed, he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and pulled his pants and underwear off, freeing his cock. It was hard and ready, precum dripping from the tip. He quickly put the condom on.

"Gonna keep your clothes on for this next part o' what?" Hobie teased. You quickly stripped yourself. Hobie stood towards you and leaned over you. Sometimes you forgot about his height, but right now, his frame was engulfing you. His cold, slender fingers caressed your pussy lips slowly but with enough pressure to cause you to moan. You were practically dripping and you couldn't stand the teasing any longer. "Hobie please," you pleaded.

"This f'me? You're so wet 'n soft, love." Hobie inserted two of his fingers slowly inside of your sopping pussy, curling his fingers up to hit that gummy spot. You mewled in response and Hobie smiled. "Mmm… love those sounds you make, babe." Your pussy grabbed his fingers after those devilish words. "Feels good, innit? Y'want more?"

"Yes Hobie, more, please," You began to grind your hips. Hobie got the hint and began to speed up his movements.

You were oh-so-close when Hobie's fingers suddenly went missing. A confused whimper escaped your mouth. Hobie spoke with a deep, raspy voice. "Sorry, love," he says standing up straight, "I just can't wait any longer." Hobie grabbed your thighs and held them apart. He began rubbing his cock up and down your pussy, covering him in your slick. "This is what you really want, right?" After you nodded profusely, Hobie shook his head. "You know the rules, love. Use. Your. Words." "Yes Hobie, I want it so bad." "Good girl," Hobie said as he readied at your entrance.

Hobie began to slide in slowly, easing his cock into you. It stretched you in a good way, and you moaned from the tip all the way to the base. "Fuck yes, love those fucking sounds." he hissed as you squeezed around him. Hobie's thrusts were agonizingly slow. He know how badly you wanted to cum, but he can't help but tease you. He chuckled at your pained expression. "What's the problem, love? Want me to go faster?" A sly smile painted his face. He loved hearing you say what you want, especially because of your shyness. Your growing need cuts through your humility.

"Please fuck me faster, Hobie," You responded. Hobie's smile grew. He leaned forward, slowly, getting closer to your face. As he leaned, he somehow buried deeper into your hole. "Such a good fuckin' slut," he said before kissing your wet lips. He's thrusts increased in speed; cock rubbing over that sensitive spot just how you wanted it to. You arched into Hobie as your orgasm drew near. "Oi," he grunted, "tell me how my cock feels so deep inside, yeah?" You muttered out your pleasure. "Feels good, baby, so fuckin' good." Hobie hummed in your ear. The vibrations of his voice kept putting a warmth in your belly.

Hobie used his right hand and pushed down on your tummy, the spot where his dick makes an appearance. "Fuck!" "Oh, wow, you're usin' a lot of profanities, babe. Gonna cum, f'me?" Hobie's words pushed you over the edge. "Yes, I'm coming!" you screamed as your legs shook. Despite you reaching your peak, Hobie kept fucking you fast and deep. The overwhelming pleasure caused you to try to close your legs but Hobie's body was in the way. "Nuh uh, darling. You begged for this, 'member?" You whined. "I can't Hobie, can't take it," you cried. Hobie started going even faster, bringing you both close to cumming. "C'mon, babe, be a good whore and cum again f'me." Hobie moved his hand from your stomach lower until he reached your clit. Your eyes widened in anticipation, already knowing what comes next. Hobie began to rub your clit in circles, causing your orgasm to explode immediately.

"Good fucking girl," Hobie moaned as you pulsed around him, causing him to cum as well. You both panted as you came down from your highs. Hobie pulled out and laid down next to you. He pulled you to him and he kissed your forehead as you wrapped yourself around him. "You did so well f'me, love. Maybe we should smoke together more often."

"We definitely should."

"Well, we never finished the blunt from earlier. Wanna do it again?" You smiled at Hobie, and he smiled back, knowing what you smile meant.

"Let me go get the lighter."

[shinestarhwaa]

Waterfall / C.S

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Husband!San x Fem reader

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings/tags: newlyweds, husband!san, honeymoon, pool sex, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, hand job, mild breast/nipple play, semi-public sex, cumplay, squirting, talking about making a baby

After seeing this clip on Instagram I had to write a pool sex smut for Sannie, oop-

Tagging @a-soft-hornytiny to go down with me

ENJOY!

Your wedding had only been three days ago, yet you felt like you were husband and wife for years. It had always been that way, easy. When you met San, almost four years ago, he was still a twenty year old boy.

His voice still quite high, very playful and loving. It didn't take long for the two of you to fall in love. Your personality and energy matched his, and he cared for you.

When you were sick he'd take the train all across Seoul to your home to bring you soup. When it was Summer he'd plan all kinds of dates, often meaning you two would go swimming.

Growing up in Namhae, an island in the South of the country, he's always loved water. Even if it was just sitting beside the water, he'd feel peaceful and calm.

Now it's four years later, and you married the boy, who turned into a beautiful and sophisticated man. Some people disagreed with your marriage, saying you had married too quickly, and some people tended to misjudge his character. But you knew inside the handsome shell there was a warm heart.

While you thought about his kind nature, you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. San sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, two glasses with champagne in his hands. He smiled sweetly, revealing his charming dimple.

''What are you thinking about, honey?'' he asked as he handed you a glass. ''Just how much I'm in love with you. I made the right decision marrying you,'' you smiled, sipping the champagne.

It was mid March and you were at a hotel in Thailand for your honeymoon. San had almost begged you to get a private pool on your stay, so he was pleased to know your room was at the highest floor of the hotel, with a pool on the large balcony where you could look over the entire city.

San was over the moon to be with you, unable to believe you're actually his wife now. He smiled at you, admiring the way your red bikini flattered your body shape.

After finishing his champagne, he took off the black tanktop he was wearing and let himself sink into the water.

''It's so nice, my love, it's like a big jacuzzi,'' he smiled. You grinned at him, still drinking your champagne. You watched him for a while, just swimming around, seeing him enjoy the water.

You shotted the last bit of your drink before letting yourself sink into the water as well, feeling the warm water hug your body. You swam towards him, but he smirked and you knew he'd just swim to the other side of the pool to tease you.

''San-ah~'' you whined, ''stay still!'' you laughed. He grinned and stopped swimming away. He stilled in the middle of the pool, where you met him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his temple.

''I love you, sweetheart,'' he whispered in your ear, ''and I want the whole world to know.''

''Then why did you whisper?'' you grinned, teasing him. San laughed and rolled his eyes.

''I love my Y/N!'' San yelled into the far distance. You quickly put your hand over his mouth, laughing. ''Shut up, San, you're loud.''

''As if you don't like that,'' he winked, causing you to smirk.

San had a very high libido, which resulted in you two having sex at least five days a week usually, and most days it wasn't just once. It was hard to keep up with him at first. You had never expected your sweet boy to be so horny.

As the two of you got older you kept exploring each other and found each other's turn on's. The way he turned from a more lean boy into the muscular man he is now made you weak. He now lifts you with ease, holds you still with ease and there's no way you could beat him strength-wise.

You snapped back in reality when you felt San's wet lips and tongue in your neck, causing you to moan his name. He brought the two of you closer to the edge, so you could hold onto the poolstairs. You wrapped your legs around his hips tightly, hoping to stay above water properly.

He slipped his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clothed core. You whined softly, being sensitive to his touch. He slid your bikini bottom to the side and slowly entered your pussy with 2 fingers.

Countless of times you two had been in the water together, feeling each other up. But tonight, as a married couple, with the light of the moon and the stars and the burning torches it felt special. You'd remember the feeling of his fingers in your cunt forever.

His pace was quick and he knew just how to hit your sweet spots. You tried to stay quiet, knowing there would be people who could hear you, but San was lapping at your clothed nipples and you felt yourself going insane. You couldn't help but let a moan slip from your lips.

''You're so pretty, my love, so perfect for me,'' he whispered in your ear, causing goosebumps to show up on your skin.

He undid the clasp of your top, letting it fall into the water. He licked and sucked at your bare breasts. San seemed to be so eager to have them in his mouth. You thought you'd faint at the sight of him groaning with his mouth full of your boob.

''I need your cock, San,'' you begged, not being able to hold back anymore. Your nails clawed in his back as he fucked three fingers into you.

''Yeah? You need my cock?''

''Yes, San, I need your cock.''

''You need my cock to fill your fucking pussy?''

You thought your lungs would give out, the way he'd speak to you every time you had sex. He was pure filth and you loved it.

He yanked both your bottoms off, nearly ripping them causing you to curse under your breath. ''Those aren't cheap, San,'' you warned him.

''Shut up,'' he said before sinking you down on his hard cock. ''Just take my cock, hm? Like a good girl, my good wife, hm?''

''Yes, yes, I'll take your cock,'' you moaned as he pushed himself deeper inside your hole. ''You better.''

San pushed you against the wall of the pool and you swore you scratched your back against the tiles, but with his length inside you, you couldn't care less at the moment.

You wrapped your legs around his waist so tight, causing him to smirk. He held your hips as he moved you on his dick. The water made it a heavy job, but San loved a challenge.

Your moans grew louder with every thrust, and you felt as if your bodies were colliding in the most passionate and sinful way in the silver moonlight.

Your breasts bounced lightly, splashing the warm water on his chest. He took your right nipple in his mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

''San! O-oh god, I'm close,'' you moaned. San picked up his pace, feeling you clench around him.

''Ah! A-ah, ah, San, yes, San, San!''

Groans and whines fell off your lips while you moaned his name like a mantra, feeling posessed by his love spell.

''Oh San, I'm coming, I'm coming!''

''That's it, baby, cum on my cock, tell the world who's fucking you so good,'' he groaned.

''Yes, San! Y-you, San!'' you moaned.

It took a few more thrusts for you to unravel in his arms, coming on his pulsating cock. He pulled out of you before he could cum, stopping his own orgasm.

You whined at the familiar sensation, still sensitive from your high just a minute ago.

He smirked and rubbed your clit with his thumb, causing you to whine. San kissed your head and laid you on the edge of the pool.

He climbed out of the water and hovered above you, pushing his cock inside you again.

San moved fast and quick, panting heavily now himself. He fucked you deep and hard, your eyes rolling back out of pleasure.

''You're taking my cock so well, baby, do you think you can cum on my fucking cock again? Coat it with your cum so fucking beautifully? Show me how good you are? Hm? Fuck baby,'' he cursed.

''Yes, I'm gonna cum!''

He nearly made you scream with how hard he fucked you, his knee scraping on the tile. It was worth it. Anything to see you come undone on him.

Only a minute later you felt yourself climax on his dick, sending yourself in a heavenly headspace. Your body shook around him, your nails digging in his shoulders as you squirted all over his lower body.

San smirked, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips. He slowly rode out your orgasm and pulled out of your sopping cunt.

''Such a good girl, squirting all over me like a fucking waterfall,'' he groaned.

He brought himself closer to your chest, dick standing proud against his muscular stomach.

''Gonna take care of me now hm? Look at that... My hard cock with all your arousal and squirt still on it... You like that?''

''Fucking love it, San, I fucking love it!''

You spat in your hand and pumped it over his dick, making sure he was well covered before you started to jerk him off.

He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. By the way he was panting and the way his chest moved you knew he was close, and you opened your mouth.

''Cum for me, Sannie, give me all your cum,'' you begged.

Before he could say anything, San spurted his cum all over your chest and your mouth. You licked your lips as you milked him dry, getting all of his sperm out.

You panted heavily when he started licking the cum off your body, gathering it all with his tongue, which he then slid into your mouth.

You felt the cum coat your tongues while they swirled against each other.

''Swallow,'' San ordered when he pulled back from you. You gulped down the mixture of his cum and your combined saliva and closed your eyes.

After a while of laying on the cold tiles in your afterglow, he gently lifted you up and walked back into the hotel room. He put you down in the bathroom and wrapped a large sauna towel around the two of you and smiled.

''My perfect wife,'' he smiled, ''next time we'll make a baby,'' he teased.

You giggled at the thought and you wrapped your arms around his waist. ''That sounds nice, I'd like that.''

''It'll be perfect, sweetheart.''

[sweetenerobert]

MAKE HIM JEALOUS

softdom!joel miller x chubby male!reader

genre: dad’s friend au, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: after finding out your boyfriend cheated on you, you wanted to get even with him how he broke your heart. joel noticing how much it makes you upset, he offers a helping hand.

warnings: strong language, break ups, age gap, (reader is 28, joel is 43) angsty beginning (body shaming, criticism, tw: mentions of wanting to harm yourself), recording, praise and degradation, unprotected P in A, creampies, positive affirmations, body positivity, calls you sunshine, and other pet names, mention of multiple creampies ;)

word count: 6.3k

a/n: possible the most smuttiest i’ve ever written, maybe might write more in the future.

IF THIS SUCKS, IM SORRY

a/n: divders by @firefly-graphics

YOU WANTED TO DIE.

Your boyfriend — now ex boyfriend, just admitted he’s been cheating on you the worst way possible.

He’d sent you videos — yes videos of someone, you didn’t know who it was, but they were sucking on your ex boyfriend’s dick. You could still hear the gagging sounds from that person.

That was only the first one, the second one it was the same thing, but you could hear your ex-boyfriend — Luke’s voice in the second.

“See this, Y/N? You could never treat me this well,” Luke panned the phone towards the person’s face as they were sucking his dick.

They were enjoying it, making you feel this worthless and low. Knowing that they are getting off to this made your stomach turn at the thought of something doing this for pleasure.

The third video was different; it was a view that you were usually on the receiving end for. Luke’s dick was prepared to go inside of someone else’s ass — unprotected. Your fist were balled, and your anger level spiked. You wanted to punch both Luke's and this person's stupid smug faces. You watch in anger as Luke slides his dick into someone else.

This person's moans are so loud you wanted to take your headphones out of your ears. Luke’s dick wasn’t the most impressive thing about his body, but when it did, it got the job done — for him, never for you. Luke tended to toot his own horn when it came to sex.

You never orgasmed about the seven months you both have been together and it was eventful when he swear to everyone he’s made his partners orgasmed in the past. It’s always made you feel weird when you never had one and all your friends always explain how good it feels, but never understood the feeling of that release.

In the fourth video, you felt conflicted, your emotions were all over the place, and you could explain it. You were mad, sad, confused, and all the sad emotions above. Luke was speeding up, and this person's moans were getting louder, thirstier, hungrier, they were filled with lust, and you could feel it.

You had to keep yourself from gagging and throwing up on your porch when you heard Luke’s groans as he picked this pace.

“So fucking tight . . . Luke moaned. “Y/N, he’s so much tighter than you.” He flipped the camera to show his sweaty face.

You wanted to break his nose in all directions — you wanted his nose to be off his face. You hated him, you hated who he was fucking, your anger was going to drive you to do something crazy if he’d sent you something like that.

He was praising them, LUKE. WAS. PRAISING. SOMEONE. ELSE.

Something that you loved hearing from him, it made you feel good to be with him. You felt like you weren’t going to be replaced with someone skinnier, perfect skin, perfect face.

Luke was just rubbing salt in the wound.

The fifth video made you want to cry your eyes out. You saw Luke’s face again, and it made you mad, it was until he started talking that your heart really shattered.

“Y’know, it’s sad that I have to do this, but — well, sad for you, not me.” Luke clenched his teeth. “I couldn’t stand to look at that disgusting body of yours anymore, all those folds, those stretch marks, they always turned me off, and I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I got an upgrade, and he’s so fucking perfect. —”

He gritted his teeth again and closed his eyes shut — tightly and then opens them again.

“Who’s your daddy?” Luke asks.

“You are daddy! you are!” The person yelled. Luke had placed his phone in front of the person's face as they're taking his dick.

You didn’t even want to look at the last video, you assumed it was probably going to get worse as you kept staring at them.

That was twenty five minutes ago and you’ve been sitting on your porch of the house you share with your dad ever since, blasting your favorite band in your ears to drown out your own tears.

Your knees close to your chest and your arms on top as you rest your head on top of your arms. Your zip-up hoodie sleeves were catching your tears as you were crying.

You hated that a guy made you feel like this — a boy at that point. Luke wasn’t even a man. He was the embodiment of a hormonal teenage boy. And it pissed you off that a BOY made you feel this way.

If Luke was a man he would’ve just broken up with you, it still would’ve hurt but not as this bad.

It felt he stole your heart, stepped on it, burned it, smothered it, threw it in a volcano, and blew it up. This was something you never experienced but you couldn’t let this get you.

You wanted to wallow in self pity, but that’s not mature you had to figure something out. You couldn’t brainstorm right now, A much needed breather was required in this—

“Hey Y/N, you alright?”

You snapped your head up as you heard a muffled voice in your headphones. You look up and see your neighbor and your dad’s friend Joel Miller.

Your dad and Joel weren’t close — yet, they were getting there as your dad would say. You and him traded a few hello’s and waves to each other. You’ve seen him sometimes at work just sitting by himself as he orders a coffee.

You didn’t want to be a bitch but you wanted to be alone right now, but you don’t want your dad to call you in the moment so you had to answer Joel’s question.

You took your earbuds out your ear and opened your mouth to talk to Joel. “Uh, sorry I didn’t hear you,” You sniffed.

“Oh, I said are you alright? But I can see you ain’t,” Joel nodded.

Your immediate reaction was to look at your feet and hope he just walked away, but he didn’t. His towering form sat next to you in next to your phone.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, you really didn’t want anyone to see your pity party, but I guess that’s why you went outside. You were home alone and you didn’t want to be in that big old house and you just needed someone to talk to.

But the second someone’s concerned you just dismiss them.

“Are you sure? I- I mean i’m not the best when it comes to advise —”

“I just um, I got my heart broken,” You nodded.

It was the truth, not the full truth on why but he’d get the gist.

“Oh, well that tough. I’m sorry to hear about that,” Joel reassured.

You shook your head to dismiss his reassurance. “It’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it — It was going to happen eventually.”

“But not you, you don’t deserve that,” Joel shook his head.

Joel helping you out of this funk you were in made it harder and harder to not tell or show him what broke your heart.

“Where’s your dad?”

“At work still — late shift he’d picked up.”

“You’ve just been alone dealin with this?”

You nodded slowly. “Only for about thirty minutes. I was fine before then.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

You nodded again. It had gotten silent for about ten seconds until Joel opened his mouth.

“Uh. . . If you don’t mind me asking, what did they do?”

There it was, the question you were dreading anyone to ask. You wanted to tell someone to get it out of you, but you were embarrassed by the things Luke brought up about you. Your insecurities being heard by another human seemed like a nightmare.

But you could tell Joel was more concerned than questioning. Taking a breath you pick up your phone from the concrete next you.

You notice that your music was still playing. Taking a breath you pause the music as your thumb hovers over the ‘Messages’ app logo.

This was your last chance to tell Joel that you weren’t comfortable with showing him just yet. Tell him that you’re phone died and just lie to him. But you didn’t take it.

Hitting the ‘Luke����🤍🫶’ contact and seeing the same videos that haunted you minutes ago.

Slowly scrolling up to the first video, you hand Joel your phone, he looks at you with confusion and you notice your phone is still connected to your earbuds.

“Oh, my headphones are still connected, here,” You hand Joel your headphones.

“Listen to whenever you’re comfortable, skim, skip a video, I don’t care just don’t disconnect those headphones please.” You pleaded.

He nodded, he put your headphones in and pressed play. You looked at your feet after you see him tap your screen.

You didn’t want to see his reactions but you could guess.

Disgust, anger, sadness, anguish, confusion, and upset.

Those were the emotions you were feeling earlier, having to see it or experience it again, you’d didn’t have the heart for it.

You could hear the gasps coming from his mouth. you wish you had ear muffs or ear plugs to not hear this right now.

You stole a glance at Joel after awhile and you notice that your phone and headphones are wrapped around his hands. And he’s looking straight ahead, just trying to grasp what he just saw.

“Why, when did you —”

“I was watching TV and I heard my phone going off and I ignored it, and then another, and another, and another, and I just got my phone and —” You shrugged “— I found myself out here and I’ve just been out here.”

Joel rubs his chin, rubbing his beard in annoyance. He understood your answer but wanted to be mad for you while you were sad.

Joel just took a breath but still looked annoyed, like royally pissed off.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel stole a glance at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“You just can’t sit around and nothin, I know you for a short time but, you’re not the type of person to sit around and do jack-squat.”

He was right, you were head strong and it was one of your redeeming qualities about you.

“I would love to get back at him, but how? It’s not like Henry Cavill’s dropping from the sky.”

“Henry who?” Joel questions.

“It doesn’t matter,” You dismissed.

“I know it’s sounds fucked up but I want him to hurt like he hurt me, I want him to feel pain, anger, anguish and sadness, I want him to crumble Joel,” You seethed.

Joel had to admit, hearing you sound like that turned him on a little, he loved that voice of yours. It was demanding and he loved it.

But he also hated that he couldn’t help —

Hold up, Joel realized he actually could. He was thinking with his head and not his dick this time.

Joel stood up, your phone still in his hand. You assume he was going to leave as you looked at your feet.

You were taken back when his hand was in your face to help you up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you,” Joel offered.

Emotions: 2, You: 0

Taken aback again you were confused on what he was offering—

“OH, are you sure? You’re risking a lot.”

Joel knew you were right, a friendship with your dad would go down the drain before it even started.

“I’m sure,” Joel nodded.

The more you thought about it, what have you got to lose? Your dignity? That was already out the window.

You take his hand and he helps you up, you notice there was a little struggle as he picked you up. He probably tried to hide it the best he could. Holding your hand, you cross the street to get to his front door. Before you even step in, Joel stops and looks at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You looked at him and then the door, then your hands intertwined together with Joel’s. And then your phone in his other hand and that just way that fuels your rage more.

“Let’s do this,” You nod.

Hand and hand together felt awkward as you walked through Joel’s living room, walked you up the stairs, and then let you inside his bedroom. You’ve never seen his house yet; he’s always coming over to hang with your dad on three occasions, twice on two separate Sundays to watch a football game, once to have dinner with your family, which he invited Sarah along with him.

His bedroom screamed ‘Saturday’s are to get drunk, Sunday’s are to regret it.’ It wasn’t messy or anything, his bed was only halfway made — like he just threw his blanket on top and expected it to fall perfectly in place.

His dresser had clothes peeking from the openings; his closet door was open. Either he slept with the closet door open or was too lazy to close the door.

You assumed that you would enter this room when Joel told you where to go, but you would be confused and enter Joel’s room — his safe space.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror connected to his dresser. You notice your eyes looked puffy and looked tired.

You hated how you looked and you just wanted to hide and ignore everything this whole day. Placing your hands on top of the dresser looking at yourself much closer.

Joel had closed his door and walked behind you, you feel his body pressed up against your back, his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms around your waist. Reflexively placing your hands on top of his.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at myself in the mirror,” You answer.

“What do you see?” Joel asks.

“My eyes — they’re puffy and I hate how they look.”

“D’ya want to know what I see?” Joel questions.

You nod your head, looking down at your hands on top of Joel’s.

“I see someone who deserves the world, someone beautiful and amazing.”

You scoff.

“Are you staring at yourself?”

“Yes, but that was meant for you and that wasn’t a lie. I swear it,” Joel reassures.

You roll your eyes at his statement; it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him. You just didn’t believe him. Luke never complimented you after the three-month mark — the first time you two had sex with each other.

Hearing Joel say that didn’t hit your heart, it more likely bounced off. “I can tell your heart has been through hell hasn’t it?” You nodded, still looking down at your hands.

“Mmm, I wish I could repair it like I can with a house, but unfortunately, I can’t help you.”

“I know, but you helping me with this might repair a corner of it,” You smirk.

“If we do this —” Joel rubs his hands slowly and sensually all over your chest, while your hands are now laying on your side under Joel’s. “— I might not have the best relationship with your father anymore, considerin' I’m lyin' to him that I made love to his son.”

You nodded and then turned to stare at Joel’s face, he was smirking, and you smirked back at him.

Placing your lips on his and kissing, gaping his mouth open Joel and you were passionate enough that you already forgot about everyone else in the world.

It felt so good when you were kissing Joel that you had to turn you full body to wrap your arms around his neck, while Joel’s hands are on your lower back. Standing on your tiptoes to make sure the kiss with Joel is still connected.

Opening your mouth, Joel takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, you gracefully take his tongue in your mouth and doing the same. It felt passionate and dirty at the time.

This was a favor that Joel was fulfilling for you, their wasn’t supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation, but you and Joel felt like you were both in the honeymoon phase.

The touching, the moaning, holding each other like they were the only two people in the world, it felt like a disaster when Joel broke the kiss.

Joel had your head in his hands as he looked at you with determination in his eyes.

“Turn around —” Breath “— I want you too see yourself how beautiful you are,” Joel breathed.

You turned around as you both notice you both are still in front of the mirror. Heavy breathing, mind blank, heart pumping.

His hands were on your shoulders as he slowly makes way for your zipper on your hoodie.

He slowly dragged it down as you were getting desperate to kiss him again.

As he’s dragging your zipper down he can tell you were getting desperate and chuckled.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?”

His thick texan accent sending chills down your spine.

“I ugh, I just wanna kiss you again, and it’s crazy to say that.”

“Let me please you baby, you deserve it,” Joel reassured.

Your jacket is almost zipped off and Joel began kissing your neck, his beard tickling and sending chills on your neck. You’re no longer looking a the mirror as you shoot your head up and close your eyes and moan in pleasure.

The zipper finally disconnecting from the other side of your jacket. Joel stopped kissing your neck and slowly drifts your jacket off your shoulders, watching it fall off your arms.

“Turn around and kiss me, Sunshine.”

You followed his command and smashed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck again. His hands on your lower back was now cupping your ass.

It was like he wasn’t giving enough of it, he just wanted to play with it like putty.

Taking off his trucker jacket, his big biceps wrapping around your back. Your body melts onto his as you tangle your hands in his hair. Joel’s kisses had gotten more intense and filthy like he was ravenous. He didn’t want to let you go or forget about this at all.

To Joel he was fulfilling a dream, to you this must have a been a mission you didn’t want to end.

Joel was walking and you were walking backwards being careful to not break the kiss, your hands had a mind of their own as you were touching his face, his beard, his hair, you wanted to explore Joel Miller and you wouldn’t go home until you explored every nook and cranny of him.

Your calves hitting the bed frame made you stop as you didn’t want to break this electrifying kiss, but with Joel, he keeps walking and you break the kiss and end up sitting on the foot of his bed.

Looking up at Joel he had a sly smirk on his face as you look down and realize that your face to face with his bulge near your face.

“I have a feelin’, you suck cock good baby,” Joel smirked rubbing his bulge outside his jeans.

“You want to test that theory?”

You place your hand onto Joel’s bulge and you immediately feel it throbbing. His hard cock being constrained by his boxers must be hurting.

Undoing his pants, unzipping his zipper, you can see his cock throb right in front of you, pointing right at you. “Damn, my cock was hurting so much in those jeans,” Joel licks his lips.

Taking your hands and pulling down his boxers, his dick springs out and almost hits the tip of your nose. You look in shock and satisfaction. This has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Even Luke can’t compare to Joel’s monster cock.

“Get to suckin’ baby.”

You wrap your lips around the tip of his dick as you start sucking. He brings his head back and moans with pleasure as you take his cock in your mouth.

You start going back and forth as your sucking Joel’s thick cock. He’s in heaven as your basically worshiping his cock, he’s never felt this euphoric before and he didn’t want to let this feeling go, he wanted to live in it forever.

“You’re such a good boy, your ex is a dumbass,” Joel smirks.

Luke wouldn’t even praise you if you did this, he would just be silent, and it would be weird. You just wanted to either be praised or degraded, and Luke knew that, so the silence indicated that he was never into it in any way shape, or form.

You take Joel’s cock from your mouth, and with your hands, you stroke it. It’s big inside and length; you can’t help but smile looking at Joel.

“You’re so fucking big, so much better than Luke,” You smirk.

“He can’t compare, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“No, he can’t, Joel.”

You take his cock back in your mouth, and he hangs his head back; he places his hands on his forehead and moans in pleasure.

He then takes his hands and holds your head in his hand.

“You’re so beautiful, baby boy,” Joel exclaimed.

His hand is still on your face as you shove his cock down your throat. Inhaling his musky scent and hearing him moan loudly, the neighbors could possibly hear him. Take your mouth away from his cock, and a long line of spit comes with it, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Joel leans down to kiss you as he cups your face. He was more passionate and loving this time than his hungrier state. He backs away in a few deep breaths you both share.

“Joel?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Do you still have my phone?”

Joel snaps out of his hormonal thoughts and bends down to grab your phone from the jean pocket you discarded earlier.

“Unlock it, Honey,” Joel exclaimed, handing you your phone.

You did what he commanded and opened the camera app. Making sure it was on ‘Selfie mode’ and handed the phone back to him.

“Is there anything specific you want me to do, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“Whatever rolls off your tongue is fine with me, your cock seems to be missing my tongue,” You commented.

“Then get back to suckin’ pretty boy,” Joel smirks.

You place your lips around his tip and your tongue makes its way around Joel’s slit, you taste the precum coming out of it and Joel can feel you, he was back in heaven again and he didn’t want to leave anytime soon. Taking his whole length in your mouth, Joel’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

Bringing his knuckle to his mouth trying to stifle his moans.

“Oh, baby. I don’t even want to record you. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

“Focus, Joel.” You smiled

Joel basically huffs a breath trying to contain his moans as you're sucking his cock.

"Hey, Luke? Was it? Anyway, you're probably wondering who this is, well, this is someone who can treat Y/N better, mentally, physically, and sexually of course. I mean, look at him go," Joel smiles, flipping the camera towards you.

At that moment, you knew how to make Luke's heart feel like yours did previously.

You start sucking on Joel's balls, Luke always begged you to suck his, but you could never do it. You knew this would piss him off, and you were happy. Sucking on Joel's balls, you couldn't help but smile.

Joel's dick covered your face, but he could still see your shit-eating grin in the camera.

Joel flips the camera to look back at him. "You see that? He's already forgotten about you and gotten with someone better." Joel smiles and stops recording.

As you attempt to suck on Joel's cock again, he picks you up, and he kisses your lips again, tossing your phone on the bed behind you; Joel's arms wrap around your lower back. Your hands somehow find their way back down to his cock, and you can't help but stroke it.

As you both are kissing, Joel moans in your mouth. As you quickened stroking his cock, his moans became faster and labored; it was hot, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"Sunshine, I have to worship you like you've been with my cock," Joel hisses. "Please, lemme worship you, baby."

"How?" You ask, confused.

"Take your clothes off, and lemme worship that amazing body of yours," Joel hissed again.

You start to slide out of your shoes, then your sweatpants and underwear -- your cock springs free, then your shirt which you were hesitant about before you took it off.

Luke always made some sort of comment about your body. He hated your stretch marks and always compared you to skinner people; it always made you so self-conscious about yourself.

"Look at how beautiful you look," Joel exclaimed.

"You don't have to lie to me Joel," You shake your head.

He cups your face again so you're looking at him. "I'm a lot of things, Y/N but a bullshitter; I'm nothing like that.

You can't help but feel as if your heart is slowly being repaired as you kiss Joel's plump lips again. To you, those lips were like candy and you had a sweet tooth,

"Can I — kiss "—please—" kiss "— worship you now?" Joel asks.

"Yeah," You answer.

You turn around and crawl onto Joel's bed, he slaps your ass as your crawl on his bed. As you place your head onto one of his pillows, you see him take his boots and pants off his around his ankles. He crawls after you until your noses basically and he's kissing you again.

Your cocks are rubbing onto one another as Joel's grinding into you. Your body wanted to explode as he was this passionate. You were touch starved and begging to be touched again and Joel answered your pleading.

Joel’s kisses traveled down towards your chin and then down your shoulders — where your stretch marks resided.

“Your body is so fucking perfect, Sunshine,” Joel complimented.

His tongue was trailing up and down your stretch marks. His tongue felt like heaven on your bare skin, sucking your teeth in amazement as your whole body floated away. You wanted to stay in this moment for a long time -- practically begging Joel to keep his tongue all over your body.

Joel's kisses trail down to your chest -- onto your nipples as he sucks on them; you moan in enjoyment. You were in a euphoric state of mind like you never were before.

Joel's hands kept traveling all over your body, your arms, thighs, and nipples; you loved where his hands traveled. He couldn't get enough of you and he didn't want to stop.

He loved that in this vulnerable moment, you trusted him with your body, to help you reach places that you haven't reached before.

Shutting your eyes while your moans travel all over Joel's bedroom as he kisses down your stomach to your aching, throbbing cock.

Your eyes shoot open as Joel's mouth wraps around your cock. You arch your back in amazement as Joel's mouth feels astonishing.

Luke never treated you this well, and for someone like Joel, who you weren't as close to, knew where to make your body tingle without even telling him.

Joel's mouth kept up and down and your body felt like you were overstimulating and you were about to explode . . . until Joel stopped sucking your cock and then started to eat you out.

You were gripping his sheets until your knuckles were turning bone white; your moans were actually bouncing off of Joel's bedroom walls at this point. You were trying to keep still to enjoy every second of Joel's talented mouth.

Joel's beard felt soft and coarse at the same time, you couldn’t get enough of this feeling Joel was giving you and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

“Mhmm, Sunshine, you taste so fuckin’ good,” Joel muffled.

“Joel, you talking makes it feel even better, your so good at that.”

“Your boyfriend never treat you this well, huh?”

“Nope, not the slightest bit.”

Joel grabs your phone once again.

“Password,” Joel commanded.

“Zero-Two-One-Three,” You answered breathlessly.

Joel entered your password on your phone and open the camera app and started recording himself; He started eating you out again and you couldn’t help but moan out loud again.

“Mmmm, Luke, your ex, tastes so fuckin' good, you hear that?” Joel asks before eating you out again.

You didn’t want to have Luke hear your moans, but you couldn’t help it, it felt so fucking amazing, and your moans kept going up and down.

“Luke, have you ever fingered his hole before? Someone like you would not know how to please a person.”

“My tongue is working wonders that your sad dick could, am I right, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“You feel so good, Joel. I love it so much. Can you do it again, please?”

“Anything for my sunshine,” Joel smirks.

“Luke, I’ll see you later. Gotta get back to pleasin' your ex,” Joel winks at the camera before ending the recording.

Joel grabs your thighs, and your legs stay in place as he eats you out.

He ate you out as if you were going to run away from him, this felt to him, and this felt too good for you.

You wanted to know what his cock felt inside you, so you had to ask; even though this experience would end, you feel a different one.

“C-can you put your cock inside me?”

“You sure, Sunshine?” Joel asked.

“Please, Joel,” You plead.

Joel rushes up to your face and with an open mouth kiss he slides his tongue in your mouth at the same time opening his nightstand drawer and reaching for a condom.

But feeling that the condom box is empty he breaks the kiss and looks towards his nightstand. You curiosity gets the best of you and you look to where Joel’s eyes trailed to.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I don’t have anymore condoms, Sunshine. I really hoped that I could —”

“It’s fine,” You reassured.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to do anything unless you’re comfortable with it,” Joel states.

“No, it’s okay. I promise, Joel would hate that someone else has been inside me — especially raw,” You smirk. Joel smirks back at you and with his outstretched hand,, holds your head so he can kiss you.

As Joel’s kissing you he starts to grind into you, which you start moaning into Joel’s mouth.

He starts to go faster as he’s teasing you, your moans become more and more intense, you love his cock rubbing against yours — it felt almost as intoxicating as when he was licking your skin.

“Sunshine, I’m going to put it in now, okay,” Joel starts.

You nod in acceptance.

Joel lifts your legs up and with a deep breath you mentally prepare for his cock near your entrance. You were nervous to say the least, you could barely deep throat Joel’s length you were nervous on what his cock would to you. Well for one you were —

“OH, JOEL, GOD DAMN!” You exclaimed.

Joel had his dick inside you and the pain quickly turned into pleasure. He leaned down and kissed you to calm you down. His face inches away from yours.

“Is this okay?” Joel asks.

Your hole was aching in pleasure, as you nodded your head at Joel, he rolled his hips into you and you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

Joel stood up to take his shirt off ass he keeps his hard cock inside you.

Joel was starting to pick up his pace as he keeps fucking you. You both were on cloud nine as this euphoria moment skyrocketed. Joel was doing something he’s always had dreams, fantasies, about.

He knew it was filthy to think about bending you over and making love to you but he didn’t care because in this moment he was fulfilling a wish he’s been begging for.

“You like this boy?” Joel southern accent making your body send shivers up your spine.

“Mm- fuck, I love it — so fucking big.”

Joel was hitting places you didn’t even know existed in your body, in the moment you didn’t feel the emotions you were feeling moments ago.

Overstimulation, passion, pleasure, overdrive, euphoria, you were feeling all of these and you didn’t want his stop. Joel was treating you like you’ve always wanted to be treated — loved.

“You gonna stroke that pretty cock for me, Sunshine? I wanna see you cum from my dick pounding inside you,” Joel growled looking into your eyes.

Joel adjusted himself to stand up straight — but still pumping his cock into you. You started to stroke your hard, aching, throbbing cock.

As you were stroking yourself, Joel grabs your phone, entering the password and started recording you both.

“Hey Luke, is it? I don’t know — hard thrust — moan from you “— you hear that, me fucking your perfect boyfriend. I’m so fuckin’ glad I can finally fuck this tight hole. Sunshine, you close yet, baby?”

Joel flips the camera to show you. “Almost, but I want you to cum inside me when your close, alright, Luke! You wish you could cum inside me, huh? Cum inside the whore you screwed!”

Joel flips the camera to show his sweaty face. “Well, I can’t ignore what my baby says, so I’ll get back to you.” Joel stops recording on your phone. Throwing your phone next to him, he places his hands on the pillows below your head as he fucks you rough.

Joel’s knuckles were going to jump out of his hands from how hard he was gripping his sheets. You couldn’t help but moan with every single thrust Joel was pumping into you.

This is what heaven felt like and you didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“Cum for me baby, I want you to feel good.” Joel growled .

“Augh! — Ama-ing, —oel, fuck- amazing!”

It sounded like broken english to you but to Joel, he knew what you were trying say.

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby!” Joel exclaimed.

Joel’s hands were trailing down your body as he was still pumping his hard cock inside you. His hands found your thighs as he holds them.

You could feel yourself getting closer with every stroke — and Joel’s thrusts. Your first ever orgasm was coming and you were nervous and excited at the same time. A long awaited moment coming in an instant.

“Joel, I’m gonna cum,” You warned.

“Cum, for me, baby,” Joel whispered as he got closer to your face.

You were counting down in your head, trying to perfectly count the time your orgasm was going to occur.

“Five,” You thought.

You could feel your body start to shake a bit.

“Four.”

Your body wanted to stop but your hands wasn’t stopping one bit.

“Three.”

“Baby, I’m close to,” Joel stated.

He kissed you as a wave of ecstasy almost leaves your body.

“Two,”

Joel clenched his teeth to hold the explosion in as much as he can.

“One!”

Your cum shot out from your cock as you could feel Joel’s cum shooting inside you, your cum litters all over your stomach as some of it hits Joel’s as well.

Joel’s body shook as he stopped pumping his load inside you. You both were gasping for air in this steamy moment. You fulfilled each other’s requests: You wanted your ex to feel hurt as you did, and Joel finally got to fuck you as hard as he wanted.

“You okay, Sunshine?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”

Joel smiles and kisses your lips tenderly and softly. You moan into the kiss as you could feel Joel’s cock still throbbing.

☼ ☼ ☼

You had sent the three videos of you and Joel having sex to Luke. That was forty-five minutes ago.

You were still in Joel’s bedroom taking his cock again for the fourth time his cum was inside you. Joel had given you four creampies in the past forty-five minutes, and given you three orgasm’s. Your face was in his sheets gripping them as your ass was hanging over the edge of his bed.

Joel was fucking you as if his life depended it, he didn’t want this afternoon/night to end anytime soon. “Joel, we should stop, this is amazing but, we should stop,” You whined in pleasure.

“This last time, after this I promise, I’ll stop,” Joel groaned in between thrusts.

“You said that, the last four times,” You countered.

“I swear, this will the last time.”

Joel had closed his eyes in determination to cum for the fifth time tonight, he’s never had the experience like this one and he didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

The cum that dried all over your thighs, butt cheeks were a way to know that you were fucked rough by Joel Miller and he loved the idea of that.

“I’m gonna cum again,” Joel states before exploding his cum inside you. You pick yourself up and have your sweaty back on Joel’s sweaty chest, his arm wrap around your neck as he kisses you sweetly. You breathe into each other’s mouths as you both are kissing each other.

That’s when Joel starts to roll his hips back and forth inside you again. “One more time, I promise,” Joel breathes into your neck.

Still holding you with his arm in the position with your back clasping his chest you can’t help but whine.

“Fuuuuuck, Joel, god! Someone help me from this crazy animal!” You exclaimed.

[needycatboy]

step into this deeply self-indulgent fantasy w me. sensory experience intricately detailed and emphasized for my pleasure :>.

you're blindfolded. all you see is void. your hearing elevated, you notice the sound of them walking softly around where you're kneeled on the floor. there is a pillow under your knees, and a rope holding your hands clasped behind your back. you're breathing heavily, and the event has not even begun.

the footsteps stop in front of you, and a hand softly touches your head at the crown, running fingers through your hair. the gentle touch is followed by a harsh grip to the back of your head, pulling you forward until your lips meet flesh. you please them for as long as they like, gently sucking and licking away with no thoughts or complaints to be had.

you're eventually pulled off, and you succeed at not complaining about this despite yourself. a thumb nudges its way into your mouth, and you suck for another moment before it's removed. wet fingers suddenly touch you gently over your patiently throbbing tcock, but only for a moment. only for long enough to make you need more.

footsteps once again tread around the room. you hear a small metallic flicking noise and feel your heartbeat quicken. his low and gentle voice instructs you to stay still, and to try not to be too loud about this.

sharp, hot, stinging wax drops beat softly, one by one, onto your shoulder blade. the feeling makes your entire upper body flush. drip by drip, they patter down your chest, then your stomach, and each pat of wax forces the air out of your lungs.

a sharp gasp fills the room when the first drop thuds softly onto your right thigh. another when the next drop follows only an inch higher up. a quiet cry fills the room when five drops are unloaded at once, dancing towards your inner thigh. their stern voice reminds you to be quiet, so a stifled moan follows the first drop truly close to your eager and hot cock. you don't know how much of the candle is burned when the drops finally cease, your thighs both canvases to your lover's hard work. you only notice how loud you'd been when the whimpers actually stop.

finally, you are told to stand slowly, and you are lead to the bed. your blindfold stays on, but your hands are free to grasp and scratch as you're stretched out. you come with fingers rubbing deft circles on your begging cock and biting into your lover's shoulder, their voice lovingly reminding you how good you've been tonight.

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Painted Pretty

Travelling through hyperspace after a mission can be boring, unless you’re sharing a ship with five men.

Pairing: All Batch x f!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: bukkake, lots of praise, fraternal polyandry (aka the boys are all with reader), consensual recording (it’s a hobby), light marking, cum eating, squint and you might see a breeding kink, fluffy aftercare, also squint for some bratty behaviour (one guess who that is), handjobs, fingering, unprotected PiV, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), squint again for a possible reference to somnophilia, no clonecest.

A/N: Keeping track of five of them was a nightmare.

I will also die on the hill that Tech and Cross are tube twins.

It’s cold in the cockpit. Not entirely uncommon when travelling through hyperspace, but you have a feeling your lack of clothes isn’t helping the matter.

The durasteel floor bites into your knees, even with a standard-issue blanket cushioning them. The hum of the engine and hyperdrive fill the air, along with the ragged breathing of the five men standing around you.

“So pretty for us.” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice graces your ears as he admires you, eyes taking in every exposed curve of your body as he lazily pumps his cock.

You can’t help but smile sweetly, batting your lashes just a little as you reach out a hand to trail your fingers across his hipbone, raking your nails ever so teasingly down his strong, tattooed thigh. The action pulls a moan from him, a curse leaving his lips. He reaches for you, smoothing his hand across your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

His hips flex forward, pressing the head of his cock to your lips. They part easily and you draw him in, flattening your tongue against the underside of him. He groans, gently thrusting in and out, watching the way your kiss-swollen lips from the earlier make-out session seal around him.

Slender fingers reach for you and guide your free hand, your fingers curling around the slightly longer but equally girthy cock you’re led to. Your eyes flit to the side, taking in the heat in Crosshair’s sharp eyes as you stroke him.

“Such a good girl.” The slink of the sniper's voice coils around you. The praise makes you preen, even as you continue lavishing attention to Hunter’s cock with every bob of your head.

A warm body presses to your back, your eyes falling shut for a moment at the contact, but you refuse to stop bringing pleasure to two of the men you adore. “That’s it, darling.” Tech whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses and light bites to the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet, offering gentle encouragement even as he grinds his hard-on against your ass. He slides an arm around your waist, dexterous fingers making contact with your clit and he proceeds to trace slow but firm circles on it. You moan at the sensation, earning a grunt from Hunter as he continues to fuck your mouth.

Hunter pulls out a moment later, the lewd pop of his cock sliding from your lips echoing in the cockpit. He dips down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead before taking himself back in hand, freeing your mouth for one of his vods.

The decision of who’s next is unspoken, and Echo steps forward.

Even as your hand continues working Crosshair, even with Tech pressed against you, you look up and offer Echo a soft smile. His rescue had only been a handful of weeks ago, but he’d fallen so effortlessly into place with the rest of the squad. And now, he’d get a share of you too.

You can see a twinge of self-consciousness on his face, so you reach for him, drawing him in by the back of his metal thigh until you can slide your lips down the length of his hard cock to place a series of kisses, reassuring him silently as you take the tip in your mouth and sink on him until he hits the back of your throat.

The gasp Echo lets out is beautiful, and you watch as his eyes fall shut, hips canting on instinct as he chases the warm, wetness of your mouth.

“See. Sharing ain’t so bad, Reg.” Crosshair lets out a dark chuckle, punctuated by a hiss as you swipe your thumb across his frenulum on the upstroke, your eyes turning to him, eyebrow quirking upwards. He stares you down for a second, but you refuse to look away first, and those sinful lips of his curl into a smirk as his eyes close, narrow hips rolling with each stroke of your hand.

Echo’s hand on the top of your head pulls your attention back to him, and you hold his gaze as he slides in and out of your mouth, watching the stretch of your lips and the small pools of saliva forming in the corners of your mouth. You’re an absolute sight – and he can’t get enough of it.

A firm but steady push on your back has you rocking forward a little, and a muffled cry of delight leaves you as you feel the head of Tech’s cock press against your entrance, his fingers still playing with your clit. “I usually have a lot of patience, darling, but when you’re like this…” He trails off, laving more kisses on your throat as you feel the stretch of him pushing into you.

“Hey no fair!” Wrecker chimes in, the big man has been watching from the sidelines, large hand working his equally proportionate length. He knew you struggled to take all of him, and that you needed to work up to him, so he was usually happy to sit back and wait a little for his turn during group sessions.

Blindly your hand leaves Echo’s thigh, reaching for Wrecker. He steps closer, and your fingers curl around his cock, unable to get a full grip on him. You stroke him once, twice, and he settles a little. You moan around Echo as he continues to fuck your mouth, the sweet drag of Tech’s cock with each of his thrusts driving you insane.

“Fuck, cyar’ika. You should see yourself right now. Absolutely beautiful.” Hunter comments lowly, still jerking himself as he takes in the vision before him. Echo’s cock in your mouth, Wrecker and Crosshair in your hands, and Tech slowly taking you from behind. The streaks of light from hyperspace bathe you in the most gorgeous glow and Hunter can feel that he’s close, the scene pushing him near the edge, and from the quickened heartbeats of his vod, they all are too.

Wrecker’s grunts drown out his brothers, and you’re well-versed by now in what that means. Mouth sliding from Echo’s cock you tilt your head in Wrecker’s direction, closing your eyes, tongue out as you continue stroking him. Seconds later you feel the warm ropes of his release hit your face, catching some on your tongue, which you greedily swallow as he groans through his orgasm. Your hand shifts to run across his hip in a gentle gesture as the last few drops hit your face.

Wrecker has set off a chain reaction. The low growl from Crosshair has you turning your head the other way, eyes still closed and tongue still out. The sniper's hand weaves into your hair, keeping you close as you give him a few more strokes until he’s cumming across your face too, painting you with it. His noises of pleasure are quieter and his fingers ghost down your jawline, propping your chin up. “Let me see.” He whispers as he catches a breath.

Knowing this was his favourite part, you savour slowly opening your eyes, meeting his hawkish gaze. Delight flares in those sharp eyes of his as he looks you over, taking in every small detail of your face covered in his and Wrecker’s cum, and the irresistible colour of your eyes. Most people were unable to hold his gaze longer than a few moments, but you’d never felt anything other than safe under his intense stare.

“Beautiful,” Crosshair whispers, hand falling from your chin as he reaches for a spare rag to clean himself off.

You feel Tech moving, drawing a moan from you as he slides his cock in and out of you, pulling your attention back to the rest of them. “Whose turn is it, beloved?” He whispers in your ear between thrusts. It had caused quite a lot of tension between the brothers at first – who would get to make you cum during group sessions.

Going back over the last few sessions, your gaze slides to Hunter, the corners of your lips curving upwards. “It’s been a while, Sarge.” You purr.

“Fuck.” Hunter curses, gripping the base of himself to stop from finishing too soon.

With a wicked smile, you look up at Echo once again, giving him your full attention, pushing his hand away from his cock so you can work him. “You gonna cum for me, Echo?” You ask, lips pouting a little.

“Cyare…” He grits out, jaw clenched. He’s quick to let out a sharp gasp, hips jerking forward as his release joins the others across your face. The look of satisfaction he wears as he rides through the high makes you smile, and as much as you want to brush a finger across your cheek and taste them, you know you have to wait.

“Good boy.” You can’t help but tease, enjoying the groan Echo lets out and how his eyes close at the praise for a second. You’d had a feeling he’d like it.

It also pulls a noise from Tech, who’d momentarily stilled inside of you, too damn close for his liking. It had amused you no end to learn of the genius's love for compliments, and even if they weren’t aimed at him, you knew those two words would make his exceptional mind go blank.

A whine leaves your lips as you feel Tech pull out of you, rising to his feet and circling you. Your eyes find his behind the yellow lenses of his goggles, and for a second you glance at the small camera attached to them, shifting ever so slightly to give a better view of your body. The action pulls a small smile from him.

At first, you’d insisted he take it off, and with no question he’d left it in his kit crate. But with time you’d warmed to the idea, trusting implicitly that no one outside of the squad would see the videos. You knew he had a whole folder of content buried deep on his datapad, heavily encrypted.

Eyes skipping down his body, your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch his hand slide along his cock. Faintly you register the taste of the others in your mouth.

Tech crooks a finger on his free hand, and you scoot forward a little, head tipping back and eyes closing. His breath catches as he admires you, and his hand stills as his orgasm hits him, making his thighs quiver as he watches the pearly ribbons land across your lips and cheek. He reaches out, smoothing his other hand down your throat and across the small marks blooming on your shoulder before he steps back, taking a rag from his twin.

The weight of a heavy gaze lands on you, and you tip your head to search for it. Your eyes meet Hunter’s and he stalks forward, letting go of his cock long enough to grasp you, gently manoeuvring you down onto the blanket. The moment your back hits the soft surface he’s between your thighs, talented tongue lapping at your pussy while one of his hands reaches up to grasp your breasts, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipples. He won’t finish until you do.

Your hands find their way into his hair, snagging a little on his slightly askew bandana. Pleasure zips through your body, back arching as you gasp, feeling the firm press of his tongue as he licks slow lines up and down your folds, ignoring your clit for now. It’s maddening. And he damn well knows it.

“Hunter. Please.” You beg, having been riled up ever since Crosshair had pinned you to the wall of the Marauder and started this whole thing off. You feel Hunter smile against you and his tongue flicks, catching on your clit and stealing your breath as he slides two fingers into you.

He eats you out like a man starved – even though you’d woken up only two days ago to find him between your thighs. The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue devouring you makes your breath quicken, the coil building low in your belly as he drives you towards the edge.

And then he looks up. Those endless brown eyes roving up your body until he meets your gaze focused on you with determination and reverence, tongue furiously working your clit as he scissors his fingers in and out of you.

It’s too much.

Crying out his name, the coil snaps. Warmth rushes through you as you clench around his fingers, mind going blank as small tremors run through your body while you ride out the high.

Hunter’s not done with you, though.

His lips and fingers leave you and you make a noise of protest, even as you try to catch your breath. He grasps your thighs, hauls you closer, and in a fluid motion slides into you, bottoming out.

Your moans combine, the sensation of fullness you feel and the warm tightness he experiences will never get old. All eyes are on you, watching the way your body arches, the way your head tilts back and you gasp as Hunter sets a comfortable pace, pleasure building again with every drag of his cock in and out of you.

He slides a hand underneath your hips, pushing you up a little to adjust the angle, and you see stars.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you climax for the second time, thighs shaking and breath coming in pants as the pleasure sweeps you away. Although he desperately wants to finish inside your warm, wet heat, Hunter pulls out a moment later, drawing you up to rest on your elbows and forearms. A few quick strokes with his hand and he lets out a shaky groan, adding his release to the four others on you.

He winces a little, feeling over-sensitive, and releases his cock. The smile on your face is beautiful, the mischief in your eyes making him love you just that little bit more. He waits a second just to torment you before he gives the smallest nod of his head. You reach up, slowly drawing a finger across your cheek to gather as much of the mess they've made as possible, putting on a little show. Pushing their combined releases towards your mouth, you part your lips and finally taste them.

Varying noises fill the cockpit, each of your five men captivated by the sight, and if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d happily give them 20 minutes to recover before going again.

Hunter pulls you up a little more until you’re sat on your knees, and a rag appears in your peripheral. You feel boneless and sated, and holding yourself up right now is a struggle. Seeing this, Wrecker kneels behind you, letting you lean back and rest against his chest, an arm secured around your middle as Hunter carefully wipes your face clean.

Other hands caress you. Crosshair strokes down one of your arms, while Tech pushes errant strands of your hair from your face. Echo rubs soft circles on your thighs.

“So good for us, babe.” Wrecker comments, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You sink against him a little more, eyes fluttering shut as Hunter finishes cleaning your face, tossing the rag aside. The tiredness starts to settle in – as much as you loved the men around you, keeping up with all five of them was exhausting, especially post-mission.

“Absolutely perfect.” Echo chimes in as you feel the edge of a bottle of water pressed to your lips. You don’t know which of them is encouraging you to drink, but you take a few small sips, only now realising how parched you are.

The water disappears after you’ve had your fill, and you force your eyes open, spending a second looking at each of them. The openness and adoration in their expressions make your heart thump. How did you get so lucky?

“You require rest.” Tech insists, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards the bunks. Wrecker scoops you up effortlessly, and you don’t have it in you to protest. You’d hated being picked up at the beginning, but after seeing him shove assault tanks off cliffs and pry open blast doors with his bare hands, you’re no longer worried.

As you’re carried through the ship you call home, your heart warms at the gentle way Wrecker sets you down on his bunk. He draws the blanket over you, snagging Lula from nearby and offering her to you. The sweet gesture makes you laugh, and you gratefully take the little tooka doll.

Tucked up safely, your eyes close once again as each of them press kisses to your forehead. The bunk creaks a little as Tech joins you, lying down behind you. It’s cosy but you make it work. Nowhere on the ship is big enough for you all to enjoy a cuddle puddle, so they take turns holding you while you sleep. With your back to his chest, the comforting white noise of the engines humming, it doesn’t take long for sleep to draw you under.

[vvamp1r4]

thinking about ellie being a little subby.. when she feels really down and wants to be controlled for a little while <33 you riding her strapless strap and holding her wrists down on the bed :( she mumbles “mommy” and “mama” to you and tries to get you to kiss her but you just stick ur pretty, manicured fingers in her mouth <3 you make sure she comes first and she tries to protest and get back in control but you don’t let her, “cum for mama, ok daddy? let me be take care of you baby.” she lets go whining your name, grabbing your hips and fucking up into you <33 you keep riding her through it and get yourself to come while she’s still high from her orgasm. after laying ontop of her for a while you kiss ellie and tell her how good she did for mommy. ellie kisses you just as hard and tells you thank you between kisses. you clean both of you up and then cuddle <333 she lazily kisses you while she holds your waist, still thanking you, “thank you so much baby, love it when mama takes care of me. daddy loves you baby.” eventually you fall asleep first like always with your head against ellie’s shoulder, her cradling you on her side. she falls asleep to drawing stars and hearts on your waist and belly <33

ellie loves being subby sometimes with you, she needs to let go and let somebody think for her at times. (she still is a lil dominate just cuz she’s used to it so much :3)

[bloodlustngore]

Kitchen Counter - Jennifer Jareau

I was gonna wait to upload this, but ppl told me I should today! So heres a little filthy treat for you all ;) Listen, I know I'm not the best at smut but I do try.

18+ ONLY!

Female!reader (as always)

Basically just JJ eating her gf out on the kitchen counter ;)

"Ah ah JJ, those are for the boys to quickly eat before Will picks them up" JJ pouts as her girlfriend who had just made Henry and Michael a quick breakfast, leaving JJ out.

"Don't look at me like that jayje, you can have breakfast after" Y/n smirked.

The boys had finished eating, JJ offering to wash the plates since Y/n cooked for them. This was almost routine every morning Y/n spent at JJ' place. The blonde watched as Y/n laughed with the boys. She was so good with them. JJ got lucky.

The blonde looked at the window, Will' car had just parked outside. "Boys your dads here! Let's go!" JJ added, saying their goodbyes to Y/n.

When JJ said goodbye to her kids for the weekend, she walked back into her house with a purpose, and one thing on her mind, finally some alone time with her girlfriend.

she grabbed Y/n' hips, the younger woman letting out a gasp as she got backed up against the kitchen counter. "Now I believe, my beautiful girlfriend said my breakfast is after" JJ chuckled, Y/n bit her lip knowing exactly what JJ was getting at "that is correct, Jayje". And the moment the blonde woman crashed her lips against Y/n' the kiss was anything but soft, it was full of want and desire. JJ' hands fell to Y/n' ass as she squeezed it, Y/n knowing what JJ wanted as she hoisted herself up on the counter.

"You won't be needing that" JJ mentions as she swiftly takes the tank top off Y/n, revealing the black bra she wore, but in no time that was discarded to. "JJ, be patient" Y/n chuckled.

"Screw patient" JJ added, attaching her lips to her girlfriends neck, leaving marks along the way, kissing down her collarbone, to her chest. Y/n moaned the moment JJ' took one of her nipples in her mouth, and started toying with the other between her fingers. Y/n could feel heat pooling between her legs, knowing that the panties she had on would be so easily ruined.

"JJ please" Y/n begged, she couldn't rub her thighs together yo relieve some of the ache between her legs, because JJ was stood between them. "Whatever you want baby" JJ says as she stops her assault on her girlfriends breasts, her finger under Y/n' chin forcing her to look directly at her.

"JJ! please, want your tongue, fingers, anything!" Y/n moaned.

"Good girl" JJ said quite seductively, her hands undoing Y/n' jeans, Y/n lifting her hips up slightly so JJ could get her jeans off. The way JJ said 'good girl' could have Y/n cumming on the spot, there was no doubt in that.

Bringing JJ up for a quick kiss, the blonde got on her knee's licking her lips, when she saw the growing wet patch on Y/n' panties, wasting no time, she hooked her fingers in her panties and pulled them down in one quick movement, discarding them on the kitchen floor. "Oh baby, you're so wet, is this how I make you feel?" JJ questioned, although she knew the answer already.

"All for you" Y/n admitted. JJ started teasing, like she always does. Kissing and nipping at Y/n' inner thighs, hearing the soft moans leave her girlfriends lips. It was music to her ears. "Sit up baby, and move forward a bit" JJ instructed, and Y/n did exactly what she was told. As the blonde hooked her arms around both Y/n' thighs to hold her in place. Licking an experimental strip from her entrance to her clit. Humming in satisfaction.

"Fuck!" JJ loved hearing her Y/n like this, it was her favourite thing. One of Y/n hands flew into JJ' blonde locks, her other grabbing on to the end of the counter, knuckle turning white. Throwing her head back in pleasure when her girlfriend began sucking on her clit. Practically screaming out when JJ entered two fingers inside her wet cunt.

Y/n' grip on JJ' hair tightened, a moan escaped from the blondes lips, sending vibrations to Y/n' clit as she sucked again. "JJ, oh god". She could feel her walls tighten around her fingers as JJ hit her g-spot.

"I'm gonna cum!" Y/n screamed out, trying to tighten her legs around JJ' head but the blonde had a tighter grip on them, nails digging into her flesh, leaving crescent shaped marks. "Jayje!" Y/n came with a cry of her girlfriends name, feeling herself hush all over JJ' fingers and chin. She rode out her orgasm as JJ moved her fingers slower. Y/n practically yanked the blondes head up, her lips and chin glistening in her cum.

She didn't waste any time bringing her in for a kiss, tasting herself on JJ' tongue. The two pulled away after a minute, for breaths. "You taste so good baby, maybe I should have you for breakfast more often" the older woman smirked.

"Maybe you should. Now, it's your turn" Y/n added, as she finally caught her breath.

"Shower sex?" JJ chuckled. And with that Y/n nodded in agreement despite the fact they had already showered this morning, the two of them heading upstairs to the bathroom, JJ crashing her lips against Y/n'.

[thighzp]

Kinktober day 3- mirror sex & overstimulation

the mess that is Alex | Henry tests how much of a mess Alex can make of the mirror and himself

***IF YOU HAVEN'T LEARNED BY NOW - READ THE TAGS & AUTHOR'S NOTES, THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON!

I started writing this without feeling particularly uninspired... and then it ran away from me. I fear I've created a monster I can no longer contain. please let me know if I've created a monster in you as well ;)

[throneofsapphics]

Can we please have some Manon x reader smut

quiet

Manon x f!Reader

Summary: Manon and reader take a break from their argument

Warnings: nsfw, fisting, light d/s, pure smut absolutely no plot, not proofread minors dni!!

A/N: absolutely you can!

It was the middle of an event, and she had dragged you back to your rooms. You ended up in an argument, apparently Manon grew tired of it. Her hand grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a brutal kiss. It caught you by surprise, normally Manon would tease you, pace around you, wait until you were begging just for a single touch. But, now her lips are crashing against your bruisingly, passionately, her tongue glided along the seam of your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, her other arm wrapping around your lower back. 

Your hands came up to clutch her shoulders, pulling her further against you, trying to meld your bodies together as much as you can. Even though you were arguing less than a minute ago, every taste of her touch is addicting. Manon pulls away for air and you go still as iron nails trace the column of your neck. 

“Can you be quiet?” Manon said, her voice sultry, dangerous and just above a whisper. There were people around - several of them in the halls outside of the rooms you’ve been given. Several with exceptional hearing. 

“Yes,” you breathed, watching her expression to see if you could discover any clue or sign of what might happen next. Instead, you watch as her lips curve into a smirk, a sadistic gleam crossing her eyes. Manon flips you, pressing your body against the smooth, cold, stone wall - setting your nipples on edge. 

She pins your hands above you, “keep them there.” Her lips graze against your ear. Your breath catches, but you don’t reply - you know better than to speak when she tells you to stay quiet. One word from you, and all of this could end. That’s the last thing you want right now. She lets out an edged chuckle, “listening so well already.” 

She drags your hips back, pushing your dress up over your ass, leaving you bared to her. “Nothing underneath?” Her voice is cold, cool, calculating, and sends a shiver down her spine. She drags one finger through your folds, before pushing in - brutally and without warning. 

You bite harshly on your bottom lip to keep any sounds from escaping. She adds another, twisting inside of you - stretching, and you get an idea of what might be heading your way next. 

Her hand fists the back of your hair, forcing you to look at her. “Can you take it?” Her eyebrow raises, a challenge. She’s giving you a chance to back out. You only give a quick nod. Satisfaction rolls from her in waves. “Watch.” Manon orders. 

You force steady breaths in and out of you as she adds another, slowly pumping in and out of you, but her eyes never leave yours. The intensity is enough you’re nearly overwhelmed, but you can’t bring yourself to look away. The thrusts are harsh, sending you rocking into the wall, with only your hands to brace you as she kicks your feet further apart. You scramble to keep your balance. She snorts, adding a fourth finger before starting to fuck you brutally. Whimpers and moans threaten to leave your mouth, but you dig your teeth into your bottom lip - enough you’re drawing blood, but you’ll do anything to keep this from stopping. 

“A precious little slut,” she murmurs, pushing her hand under your dress, running ghost like strokes up and down your spine, as she adds the last finger - her entire fist inside of you. You struggle to keep your breathing. So far, stretched so damn far to the point of pain, but you know pleasure will be there soon. One hand digs into your hips - likely leaving bruises, as she begins fucking you - just on the edge of brutality. Gods it’s incredible, your entire body is shaking, your legs struggling to keep you steady, your fingers grasping against the smooth wall - trying to find a hold. Pleasure rolls through you in waves as you clench around her fist. 

“Come for me,” the pure possession and command in her voice sends you flying over the edge, silently screaming as an orgasm wrecks your body. She slowly pulls out as you begin coming down, one arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling. The emptiness left behind is strange, but you don’t have time to think about it, she tugs you back against her chest, holding her hand up to your mouth. 

You know what to do on instinct, and lick her fingers, palm, and part of her wrist clean - until all of your arousal is gone. She holds you upright for a few minutes, letting you regain your composure - enough so you can stand on your own. 

“As much as I’d love to keep stay here, we do need to make an appearance.” Manon murmurs into your ear. “You can speak now.” 

“Thank you,” you throw your head back against her shoulder, still trying to catch your breaths. 

Manon straightens your dress, running a hand over your hair to tame it - as much as she can. But, based on your scents and the pink flush of your cheeks, everyone will know. You don’t find yourself caring too much. 

Finally, you’re able to take a few steps back, and glance down her, to where her cunt is - you know she’s wet and aching at this point. “Can I?” 

She glances at the door, then back to you. “Later.” 

A low whine escapes your throat, and she rolls her eyes. “Don’t be greedy. You’ll take what I give you.”  

[dazedlillies]

Nasty

Vile

Girl

[jokeringcutio]

Arthur Harrow x Reader - Blessing (EXPLICIT: BDSM Play/SMUT)

Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Arthur Harrow x (f) Reader Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, BDSM Play, Overstimulation, Toys/Vibrator, Ball Gag, Fingering, Cross Seat/Queen chair, use of Sir, Good Girl/Praise kink, unsafe s, p in v, creampie, talk about Ammit blessing and purifying, clear abuse of religion as s talk, Manipulative Arthur? Soft Dom Arthur?

For @ethanhawkelover01 (Psst @nicktremblaywayfu more Harrow)

Blessing

Tied up and blindfolded, you waited with anticipation. Your hands were tied to the seated cross, your legs already spread to reveal all to his blue awaiting eyes. He had put you there, and you had let him.

The crunching of broken glass filled your ears, sending shivers down your spine. Arthur was walking. Circling you. You could hear the crackling of his woven slippers softly underneath the crunches of glass.

Your heart raced as the sound of his cane tapping against the floor drew nearer. Arousal pooled within you, your body aching for his touch.

"Are you ready to submit yourself completely?" Arthur's seductive voice was low and calm, sending a wave of goosebumps over your skin.

"Yes, Sir," you whispered, feeling vulnerable yet excited by the power he held over you.

His strong hands grasped your shoulders firmly, pulling you closer – as much as your bounds would allow - as he leaned in to speak directly into your ear. "You are here to serve, to worship, and to be purified. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir," you replied breathlessly. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of incense clinging to his clothes.

Arthur's grip on your shoulders tightened before he suddenly pushed you back, causing you to gasp. The roughness of his actions only served to heighten your arousal, but you sensed a hint of concern in his touch.

"Remember, you can always use our safe word if it becomes too much," he reminded you, his voice still gentle despite the dominant energy that seemed to emanate from him. You could hear him withdraw to pick something up.

"Thank you, Sir," you murmured, grateful for the reminder even though you had no intention of using it.

The silk blindfold enveloped your vision, casting you into darkness. Your wrists and ankles were bound tightly to the padded seat, the cuffs tight against your skin, leaving you exposed and easy for him to reach. Arthur's familiar scent filled the air, a mixture of incense and the faint metallic tinge of blood from his morning ritual.

"Are you ready for me?" His low, calm voice washed over you, filling you with anticipation.

"Yes, Sir," you whispered, feeling vulnerable yet excited.

A soft crunching sound accompanied Arthur's footsteps as he approached the chair. You imagined the shards of glass pressing into his feet, the pain offering him a sense of purification. He had always been devoted to his goddess, Ammit, but it was in these moments of intimacy that you felt her presence the strongest.

“Let’s start with something easy, shall we?” You held your breath, body tensing when you heard him lift his cane. The cold material pressed against your wet slit and you let out a surprised moan.

A displeased hum escaped Arthur. “Who said you were allowed to moan, little one?”

You wanted to bite your lip to keep from making more noises when, suddenly, the cane pressed in between your folds, moving slowly up and down until your juices started coating it. Another involuntary moan escaped you and you shuddered at the feel and the intimacy of it. Arthur was using his cane, Ammit’s sacred weapon given to him, on your sopping wet cunt. The thought alone sent fire down your veins.

“This won’t do, sweetheart,” the man tusked, removing his cane a little too abruptly before you felt his fingers between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingertips and blowing a puff of hot air past your sensitive nub. You shivered, limbs eager to move but restrained.

“Won’t do at all,” Arthur hummed before he tapped the pad of his finger against your opening a few times, either teasingly or testing. A wet squelch could be heard as your sticky juices stuck to his fingertip. Then his hand was gone again and you heard his footsteps as he moved through the room.

“When I give you my blessing, I want you to be a silent receiver of it. Modest. Humble. Submissive.” Just that word alone was enough to send shivers down your spine and have your pussy throb with longing.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, and you obeyed willingly. The ball gag pressed against your lips, and you opened wider to accommodate it. The taste of rubber filled your mouth as the texture of the ball pressed down on your tongue. You sank your teeth into the firm material, eager to please your Master.

Arthur secured the strap behind your head, ensuring it was tight enough to keep you silenced.

"Good girl," he praised, his strong hands caressing your cheeks, thumbs stilling against your skin so you could feel his heat. Then, they trailed down your body, rough fingertips brushing featherlight past your nipples and sides. His grip became firm, no longer fingers but his flat palms stroked past your skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, reminding you of how much you craved his touch.

The room fell silent for a moment, and you strained to hear what Arthur was doing. There was a soft sound as he picked something up. Then you felt his fingers tease your inner thigh, pressure ever so light, making you squirm in anticipation.

You felt the cold, buzzing tip of something smooth against your clit. It hummed and moved. Silicone, you thought. A toy. If you could you would have smirked, instead, you bit down on the ball in your mouth again. Your pussy fluttered excitedly. Would he put it in?

Your muffled moans filled the room as Arthur moved the vibrator in slow circles, teasing you mercilessly. "You're doing well," you faintly heard Arthur say, shushing you when you felt as if the feelings were getting too much. "You can handle it. Just a bit more." As your arousal built, your thoughts began to blur, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. You pulled at your bonds, fingers curled to form fists. It all happened subconsciously, being unaware of it until you felt the restraints. The vibrator ran down your slick passage, hips moving slightly at the friction.

More, you needed so much more. Your arousal had you dripping on the smooth padded seat. All that mattered was the way his hand expertly wielded the vibrator, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Good girl," you heard his praise, the soft murmur from his lips, hardly louder than the buzzing of the vibrator. "Take what I give you."

Your teeth sunk further into the ball gag as you wished you could scream. It felt so good, but it wasn’t nearly enough. The tip of the vibrator got so close to your aching core, but then it slid down again. Your clitoris being stimulated until your nipples peaked and your core throbbed painfully. The urge to come was overwhelming you – as was the urge to have something inside. It didn’t matter at this point if it was the vibrator or his cock. Just anything would do, so long as he filled you. You thought it would be enough to tip you over the edge.

But he wouldn’t let you come as easily as that.

"Remember, my pet," Arthur whispered, his breath hot against your ear, "you are devoted to Ammit as much as I am. Let her power course through your body and find purity in this pleasure."

Those words ignited something within you, a feeling low in your abdomen. Your walls clenched and unclenched, sopping sounds escaping. You drooled against the ball, feeling some of the spittle fall down your chin as it muffled your cries of pleasure. A low hum from his lips. "How about you show me how nicely you fall apart, pet." He sounded excited, as if arousal was affecting him. "Let's see if we can make you come."

As the intensity of the vibrations against your clit increased - on purpose no doubt - you felt yourself tumbling over the edge. With a muffled scream, your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you breathless and trembling.

But he kept the damned thing against your clit, which was oh-so-sensitive. He liked this, you knew. The overstimulation. You suspected it gave him a feeling of control, of power. Your thighs trembled, but he had you tied up pretty well and there wasn’t much room for movement. You turned and twisted your head, arching your back at the overstimulation. And then… it was gone.

"Beautiful," Arthur murmured, voice husky and hoarse, obviously finding pleasure in watching you come undone.

A dull clunk signaled the vibrator was put down on the table, the buzzing silencing soon after. Your pussy pulsed sadly, the intervals between each throb getting longer as you slowly came down from your high.

You heard the rustle of fabric and knew he was pulling out his cock. If you could, you would run your tongue hungrily past your lips. But the gag ball prevented the action.

Yet, Arthur must have sensed it, for his hand tangled in your hair and pulled your head back. “Having naughty thoughts now, pet?” His voice rasped, and you felt your cunt clench at the sound of him.

If only he would put himself inside of you…

“So desperate,” he murmured, sending another pulse of pleasure through your core.

Two rough fingers pawed at your cunt, spreading your lips wide without decorum. He was scissoring his fingers like this wasn’t your delicate core he was plunging his fingers in, but rather roughly, like he had found a hole that he desperately wanted to make bigger.

The sounds you made through the gag sounded pathetic, and you squirmed in the padded seat. His response to your restricted movement was a low hitch of his breath, and then a hum.

“I wonder… what would happen…” His fingers slipped from your core. Had you not been blindfolded your eyes would have opened wide. Especially as you felt the pressure to your core. Knuckles, you realized. The back of his hand pressed firmly against your cunt, begging entrance. But his entire hand was just too much. And as he noticed this, he slid in three wet fingers instead, your slick having coated his hand quite nicely.

You gasped behind the gag, throwing your head back.

“So wet,” Arthur murmured as he started moving his hands, your cunt clamping down on his fingers. “Seems you need to be taught a bit of a lesson, kitten.”

You tried to nod because -  yes, teach me a lesson, Sir – but it was all hard, especially with the way his fingers stroked you on the inside. But then his movements slowed until his finger stilled. They were still trapped inside, your pussy pulsing desperately around them, his thumb the only finger moving and gently stroking your clit again until he had you trembling under his touch.

“I think you can take what I want to give you,” Arthur’s words were a soft whisper, and then his hands were gone, replaced by something warm and solid. Flesh.

“Here it comes, pet,” Arthur's fingers, still coated with your arousal, wetly grazed your skin. Your breath hitched in anticipation, feeling his manhood brush playfully against your inner thigh before settling against your entrance once more. You could imagine it, thick and hard, a symbol of the power. And you tried your hardest to remain still, despite the way your thighs quivered.

The tip of his shaft pressed forward, the crunching of glass under his slippers barely audible. His breath hitched in his throat, then a bit more flesh pressed inside until you were certain the entire head was in. You gasped, the ball muffling the sound, while Arthur let out a low moan.

You felt his hands on your hips as he grasped you firmly. “Hold still, baby girl,” and then – oh and then – you felt him slowly slide inside of you until he was balls deep, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your cervix, the position you were in inviting him as deep as he could. Now bottomed out, Arthur let go of your hips to manhandle you into a better position, letting his hands slide down your chest to your breasts before he took one in between your lips, suckling at your nipple until it peaked with painful pleasure.

You moaned. The sound dirty and faint because of the gag. A thrust of his hips, nudging his cockhead snugly against your womb, and another moan from your lips that wasn’t truly heard.

And then he started to pick up a slow place. Arthur was clearly distracted by suckling your breasts, biting down on your nipples every once in a while for good measure, eliciting a yelp from your lips.

You bit into the ball as he finally picked up the pace, hips slamming against your own while he replaced his lips with his hands, touching you and roughly kneading your breasts until he had you a mewling mess on his cock.

“My little cocksleave,” the words sounded dirty, as if spoken by a devil – voice ever so low and gritty. His hips thrust against you, firm and possessive. Your body ached to twitch and spasm, but the bounds prevented you from all this – making you feel vulnerable and completely at his mercy.

Such thrilling thoughts that it lit a fire deep inside your womb. Your cervix was being battered by his hard cock. Pain and pleasure mixed deliciously. Wet sopping sounds escaped your cunt and slick coated his hard shaft. And just when you thought you felt a new climax building, he hit a spot deep inside that made you flinch and that took the edge off – filling you with a delicious pain and prolonging the built-up.

“My little wonder,” he growled, hips stuttering against yours and for a moment you feared he would come – not being there yourself just yet after your first peak.

But then he slowed and you heard an annoyed growl escape his lips.

“As much as I like you all quiet and docile,” Arthur rasped, his words deliberately slow, making sure you would have the chance to focus on them despite your befuddled state of mind. “I want to hear you beg,” a low rasp as he undid the gag.

You moved your jaw and felt the ache, but didn’t have time to get the feeling back as his lips pressed against yours instantly. His tongue slipped inside, brushing past yours, begging him to suck. You did as was required, did as you knew would please him, and kissed him back just as eagerly with your stiff jaw.

“That’s good,” Arthur panted when he finally pulled away. You felt his hands on your hips again as he repositioned himself, his cock still throbbing inside your cunt and you felt the ache of the stretch. “That’s a very good girl, Ammit shall be pleased.”

You beamed, basking in his praise. You wished you could see him, see the pride in those enchanting blue eyes of his.

A slap of his palm against your cheek brought you out of your reverie. “Don’t get silly ideas in your head,” you heard the low rasp of his voice, and felt his hips move almost instantly after. Apparently, he was getting impatient to fuck you again. “You’re still nothing more than all the others. A tool to get Ammit’s pleasure.”

"Yes, Sir," you replied, your voice trembling with excitement.

"Good," the words were a moan from his lips and you felt his cock twitch deep inside your core. “Now, do what you do best. You beg me so beautifully. Now, beg me to fill you up.”

The grip of his hand on your hip intensified and you could do no more but obey.

“Fill me, Sir. Please, I need to be purified.” You heard his gasp and knew you were hitting the right notes. Eager to please him, you decided to give it your all. “I need your blessing, Sir, more than I need air. Please, Sir, fill me with your blessing.”

“Hmm, you beg so pretty,” Arthur hummed, his hips only shallowly moving against your own. But you could feel by the way his hands trembled on your thighs that you had done well and that he would lose control sooner rather than later.

“Let’s show Ammit how devout you are, hmm?” You felt his lips brush past your neck, the tickle of his hair as it brushed past your skin while he folded himself over you, trapping your body against his own.

And then you felt him thrust into you, each movement deliberate and powerful. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to meet him halfway, as if orchestrating a sacred dance for the goddess Ammit herself.

"Does this please you, my pet?" Arthur asked, his breath hot against your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

"Y-yes, Sir," you stammered, struggling to find words to convey just how much you enjoyed this twisted game of submission and control.

"Good," he purred, rewarding your compliance with another deep thrust.

Bound by the restraints and blindfold, you were utterly at his mercy, and it filled you with a primal, insatiable need. It was as if every touch, every word, every gasp was a prayer offered up to Ammit, sanctifying the act and transforming it from mere carnal pleasure to something transcendent.

"Please, Sir... More," you begged, overcome by the intoxication of surrender.

"Only because you've been such a good girl," Arthur whispered, picking up the pace and driving himself deeper into you.

You lost yourself in the rhythm, the pounding of flesh against flesh echoing the beating of your heart. Your thoughts dissolved into a swirling vortex of pleasure, pain, and devotion, leaving you powerless to do anything but submit to Arthur's expert manipulation.

"Gods, yes," you moaned, feeling the coil of pleasure within you tighten, ready to spring loose at any moment.

"Let go, my pet," Arthur commanded, his grip tightening as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. "Give yourself to me, and to Ammit."

With that final encouragement, you surrendered completely, allowing the tidal wave of ecstasy to crash over you.

Arthur's powerful hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving marks that would later serve as reminders of this sacred encounter. The sensation of him filling you up completely was overwhelming, and you found yourself gasping for breath.

"Ah! Sir... it's so much," you panted, your mind racing with conflicting desires – to beg for mercy and to plead for more.

"Remember, my love, Ammit is watching us, blessing our union," Arthur murmured, his voice soothing and authoritative at the same time. He thrust into you with purpose, each movement calculated and precise, leaving no doubt that he was in full control.

Your body trembled under Arthur's touch, the velvet darkness of the blindfold heightening your senses. You had come, but Arthur was clearly still chasing his release. Once again, overstimulation was making your body tremble and you felt like you were going to faint. You wish you could grasp a hold of anything, to ground yourself in this world. Instead, your back arched while Arthur’s firm thrusts and deep strokes sent your whole body in overdrive. Your pussy pulsed like wildly around his cock, clamping down so hard that it made him grit his teeth and groan.

“Another,” he commanded. “Show your devotion.” But you really doubted you could manage to orgasm a third time. Not so soon.

"Give yourself to me, completely," Arthur demanded, his hot breath caressing your ear as he spoke. His thrusts became careless and rough, his cock battering your core so hard that it made you see stars. "Let go, and know the power of submission."

The command reverberated through your very heart, and you felt your body surrendering to the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your orgasm erupted like molten lava, consuming you from within, and you cried out Arthur's name, knowing that your passion was a testament to your devotion.

"Good girl," Arthur praised, his own climax still eluding him. He maintained his pace, his stamina unyielding and impressive. "You're doing so well for me, my pet."

"Please, Sir... finish," you whimpered, desperate to feel him release within you, to share in the ultimate act of connection. "Was that a plea for me to continue?" Arthur cruelly said, showing you once more who is in command. You weakly shook your head, whimpering.

"Very well," Arthur agreed, his breathing labored as he approached the edge. With one final surge, he found his release, filling you with his essence. You reveled in the sensation, feeling the short-lived bliss of power. As if you had given him the command this time. Although you knew that he would never have come inside you if it hadn’t been his wish.

With a tender touch, Arthur removed your blindfold, allowing the light to flood back into your vision. His blue eyes shone with pride and adoration as he gazed down at you. Your body was shimmering, covered in sweat from both of your bodies.

Slick dripped from your core, mingled with his juices.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. You savored the taste of him and whimpered sadly when the kiss broke. He slowly moved to undo the bounds at your wrists and ankles, freeing your arms and legs and bringing you into a more comfortable sitting position. You rubbed your hand past your wrist, trying to get some of the feeling back in your limbs. When you looked up it was to see the stern gaze of Arthur resting upon you, lips tightly clipped and a deep frown between ice-blue eyes. "Now, what do we say after I so kindly gifted you my blessing?" Arthur asked, raising a brow as he waited for you to say those words he had trained you to say.

"Thank you, Sir," you whispered, your heart swelling with love and reverence for the man who had shown you the true meaning of devotion – not just to a god but to each other. "Thank you, Arthur." ~ Fin ~ ~~ Masterlist - Request Box -  Support me on Ko-Fi ~~

[sweetenerobert]

EACH OTHER'S TEMPTATIONS

dom!joel miller x dad!male reader

genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: an affair between a married man and a single father that hadn’t been together since his wife came back and each passing moment, they eventually ended back in each others arms

warnings: strong language, infidelity, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, oral, pet names, riding, creampies, kissing, dom! joel into sub!joel ;), low-key inspired by porn; taking a page out of @/psychedelic-ink’s book!

word count: 963 words (i went overboard . . . again ;p)

a/n: soooo. i was reading @/gracieispunk HBF story and i thought of this little draft so i had to give you guys something considering i haven’t been writing anything for so long and losing motivation for anything. (but somehow had motivation for this) I just wanted to give you guys this! This is supposed to be a drabble, so it doesn't exist in the drunken series !

“Hey, Sarah? Have you seen your father?” Adaline asks.

Sarah shakes her head in disagreement, holding a thin line on her lips. “No, I haven't seen him.

Panting, moans, and smacks were radiating from your bedroom. Holding your headboard, Joel’s cock was jackhammering your ass — while Joel had laid still. Hearing your cries leaving your lips was Joel’s ecstasy. Joel’s hands on your hips were melted on your skin.

Your ass slapping against his thighs, Joel’s face had lust and determination spilling from his mouth with his grunts and low-sounding moans. He couldn't keep himself away from you. He yearned for you ever since Adaline came back home.

Attempts to keep your distance from each other failed when Joel found himself knocking on your door.

With Joel’s cock buried inside you and you moaning his name.

“Joel! JOEL!” You moan.

“Sl-slow down a bit, city boy,” Joel breathed. “I won't last long if you go so fast from the start.”

“I-I can't help it, Joel. I just missed having your monster-sized dick inside me so fucking much!” You panted. “I’m going crazy!”

“I know, just calm down for a second, city boy!”

You stopped, and Joel brought your face closer to his, and your lips melted together in an electrifying kiss.

“Are you going to punish me if I don't, Mr. Miller?” You question.

Joel has this look of rage for a split second but he gets rid of it before you can even notice.

“You asked for it, city boy!” Joel grunted. Bring your body closer to his; Joel’s hips have a mind of their own as his cock is deeper inside you. You can't help but grab the pillows he was lying on and almost rip the fabric.

“Oh Yes, Joel! Punish me, teach me a lesson!” You moaned.

“Fuck! Please fuck me harder!”

Joel had rolled you to lay you on your back and slid his cock slowly inside you. You were looking into each other eyes. Joel’s hands were branding your inner thighs as he stared at you. “You have no idea how much I missed you, city boy,” Joel confessed.

“I missed you too.” Joel leaned down and kissed you. You could feel Joel’s smile in between kisses, and it caused you to smile. You could feel the scruff of his beard under your finger tips.

Joel rested his forehead on top of yours. His eyes darken as his hips rock into you. Your moans bounce off Joel’s smirk on his face. Your hands reach his back; his back muscles clench under your touch. His face turns into a look of frustration and concentration. Joel clenches his teeth and starts rocking his hips faster into you. Your moans bounce off the walls in your room.

Joel’s grunts are music to your ears. You missed how he sounded, how his dick was the only one that could make you moan this much. Getting away from Joel was one of the hardest things you’ve had to do in a long time.

“Your pussy, misses my cock so much, city boy. It remembers the shape so well,” Joel smirked.

“You feel so good! I can't even think straight anymore!” You grit.

“Baby, I need to cum inside you again. I miss that so pussy, so bad,” Joel whined. You kiss Joel, and his hips speed up — your moans bounce in his mouth. His lips travel down your jaw onto your neck. Your moans become blissful with every kiss planted on your neck.

Joel’s cock slips out of you, and you both chuckle lightly. Joel kisses you softly, and you can't help but smile.

“Fuck it,” You mutter.

You flip Joel to be on his back and hover your ass. You slide your ass down to the base of his cock. You hiss in pain, but quickly, pain turns into pleasure.

“Ba-baby, I what are you doing?” Joel asks, dumbfounded.

“I can't take it anymore, I need your cum, Joel. I need it,” You grit, bouncing up and down his cock.

Joel’s hands and yours were intertwined, and you firmly placed them next to his head. You were going fast, and you knew it. You could feel Joel’s cock pulsate deep inside you — you knew he would cum soon.

“Fuck — baby.” Joel whimper. “You're gonna make me cum soon!”

“Please, Joel,” You state, bouncing your ass faster. “I want your it so bad.”

“Gimmie access to my hands, and I’ll give you what you want,” Joel smirked.

You shook your head. “I can't. I can feel your cock twitch inside me — I think I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on me, baby. Do what you have to do,” Joel commanded.

Your pace goes faster as you see strings of cum string along Joel’s chest. Your grip on his hands loosens, and he doesn't waste time grabbing your hands and drilling his cock inside you.

“You want my cum, city boy? I’m going to give it to you!” Joel exclaimed.

Your hands find his broad shoulders. Your moans reach Joel’s ear while his grunts get yours.

“Oh god, baby. I’m gonna cum deep inside your pussy!” Joel exclaimed.

With one final thrust, Joel’s cock twitched inside you, and groans escaped his lips. You collapse on Joel’s hardened — cum covered chest. You and Joel are both covered in sweat, cum, and lust and are both panting heavily. You missed the adrenaline rush that you used to get after Joel fucked you. You look at Joel with a smile, and Joel smiles at you.

“I need to shower, city boy. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I could shower.”

The smile on Joel’s face became a shit-eating grin you hadn't seen in a long time. “Okay, let’s get going.”

[hectordoylesmalewife]

How I am gonna look after both Jack and Doyle are done with me

[draconic-ichor]

I Want to Ruin You

Morgott/Lady Tarnished oc

Smut dabble

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, knotting, penetrative sex, fingering, cumshot, heat cycles, slight cum inflation, pining

Summary: An AU in which the GodLord did not choose Morgott as her consort but still works along side him. Things get heated when the sexual tension gets to them…

Feedback appreciated, 18+. Just wanted to play with this idea

After the mending, a new ruler arose, taking both the place as God and Lord. She shook the world by its roots, changing the laws and placing all the inhuman races on the same level as the humans. Because of this, and her newness to the position as ruler, King Morgott was allowed to keep his title. Ever one of duty, he continued his work, helping the GodLord fix this new world.

Side by side.

The more time that passed, the more rumors began to crop up; the people began to ask when the GodLord would take a consort. It was tradition, and she was expected to birth demigods.

Yet…no consort was chosen.

Something deep inside Morgott was thankful, enjoying working alongside her. As they spent more time together the feelings began to thorn into his chest and churn up his stomach.

Her smile and fleeting touches started to haunt his dreams. He would watch her when she was busy, watch the way her hips swayed as she walked, or the way her lips moved while speaking to the staff. His heart would threaten to burst from his chest.

He felt foolish, burying those feelings away.

He was an omen…cursed.

No matter how deeply he tried to lock them away, they bubbled back up.

The Lady Tarnished also noticed, feelings mirrored but unspoken. After finding some small items disappearing in the wake of meeting with the King, she had enough: Calling him to the Elden throne.

~

Morgott stepped into the glowing light of the Erdtree, squinting a bit against its splendor. The steps were many, but ones he’d made countless times. He found the Lady waiting…alone. Peculiar.

Coming before her, Morgott asked, “My Lady asked of mineself?”

“I did.” She nodded, looking worried. She was flushed and jittery, definitely peculiar for her. “I need to talk to you.” She went on, “About us?”

The words knocked him off balance, stiffening.

She looked up at him, arms crossed, “Things have been…odd between us recently. You had to have noticed?”

“Nothing seems amiss, my Lady.” He lied.

The tarnished stepped towards him, “We can’t pretend-“

With every step closer he attempted to back away, keeping that space of safety between them, unsure what he would do without it. Looking down at her now, the skin between her collarbone and the swell of her breasts, pressed together so perfectly in the tight bodice of her low cut dress, went straight to his cock. Morgott felt hot, holding his cane tighter, ears deaf to whatever she’d been saying.

“Morgott!” She snapped, jolting him from his thoughts.

He stumbled a bit backwards, ass falling perfectly into the Elden throne. Words couldn’t find him for a moment, mind reeling as she closed the distance.

Practically between his knees, her face was flushed, golden eyes intense.

Was it from anger? Annoyance?

He paled.

“Are you even listening?” She asked, reaching out and resting her hands on his knees. The contact sent a shiver up his form. “I-I can’t do this anymore…” her voice was weak, cracking a bit at the edges.

“M-Mine Lady?” He stammered, “Prithee…forgive mineself, for whatever transgressions-“

She stopped him, meeting his gaze again, her face an even deeper shade of crimson. “All you’ve done is made me go mad with want!” The Lady Tarnished blurted out, the words tumbling, “I can’t do this dance anymore, I know you look upon me when you think I won’t notice. Avoided me since our hands touched…I…I thought…”

He swallowed, disbelief over his features, fur fluffed up a bit.

“I want you.” She admitted, eyes wet, “More than I've wanted anyone…you…you…”

When he didn’t respond, too lost in the confession, her eyes drifted to what lay right before her: a great tent that had formed under his robes. A shaky breath left her, that ache throbbing in her core.

She urged his legs further apart, the omen opening effortlessly under her touch.

“M-Mine Lady.” He swallowed, cane dropping to the side of the throne.

“Do you,” she ripped her eyes away from the bulge to ask, “Do you feel the same for me?”

“This is not,” he started, “We should not feel…I am not…”

“I don’t care what you are.”

“I would stain you…”

“Then stain me.”

“My Lady.”

“Tell me.”

“…”

“Morgott.”

“Aye.”

“Aye, what? I have to hear it.” She pressed, almost trembling.

“Mine mind has been ate up with the most blasphemous thoughts of thee.” He admitted, face flushed, looking away.

She smiled with relief. Her hands drifted higher, fingernails catching the fabric of his robes. “What thoughts?” The Lady asked, fingers deftly untying his belts.

“Thine small hands.” He began, voice weak, skin tingling under her touch, “Thy mouth…”

“My mouth?” She asked cheekily, opening up the front of the robe, freezing in her tracks for a moment, finding him bare underneath. His cock sprang free, throbbing as the cool air licked at the exposed flesh.

“A-Apologies-“ he began but the words died in a moment when he felt her exploring hands.

She gingerly felt over his large member, curious. He certainly wasn’t human, a fat knot already swelling at the cock’s base. She pulled back to untie the bodice of her dress, her plush breasts spilling out. Looking up she giggled to see her antics had been watched closely.

Getting comfortable between his legs, as if the place were made specifically for herself. Taking his cock in hand, “Go on. What did you imagine with my mouth?” She purred.

Morgott covered his face a bit. “Thy…Thine lips…” he managed.

“Oh?” She kissed at the underside of the pointed head, feeling the heat that pulsed from his cock in her hands.

Morgott gritted his teeth, looking away shamefully as his cock oozed. The Lady eagerly lapped away the clear fluid, head swimming. Her breasts quivered with every breath that fanned over his member.

He wouldn’t last long like this, pressing the knuckles of a closed fist to his mouth in an attempt to ground himself. The Tarnished’s soft hands worked him over languidly, eyes dark with lust as she watched every pulse and throb, imagining how it’s every bump would feel inside her.

“M-mine Lady.” Morgott managed with a strained whisper. She hummed, mouth sucking him in as much she could, tongue messily circling the tip.

He glanced down, but that was a mistake.

The Tarnished met his gaze, eyes blown out and dewy, batting her eyelashes as she sucked his cockhead.

The cords of muscle in his thighs tightened, fire in his stomach burning. He groaned, hips thrusting a bit on their own despite his restraint.

The Lady moaned happily at his reaction, his member slipping free from her mouth with a lewd pop. Her hands moved up and down his shaft more feverishly, mumbling praises to him.

She felt perfect.

Morgott stifled a cry, pulling her head down near the base as his cock throbbed. A thick rope of seed burst forth, shooting past the Lady’s head and painting the stone. She mewled, feeling a bit of the searing liquid drip down her back, nose deep in the thick fur of his groin.

Coming back to his senses, Morgott hastily released her head, the tarnished gulping in needed air. He swallowed, words lost on his tongue as shame burned his face.

The lady moved to clean away the still dribbling tip, hearing him make a sound from the overstimulation.

“You did so well, my King.” She purred, blinking up at him with half lidded eyes, his softening cock against her cheek.

The way she looked at him, something hidden beneath the blanket of lust…

Morgott swallowed.

“What tis a King to a God?” He asked, reaching down a large hand towards her cheek. The Lady nuzzled into his palm like an obedient hound.

~

They went on like this, Morgott refusing to give her more than his fingers or even more rarely his mouth. Thinking himself unworthy of her body, but unable to resist the way she made him feel.

After a few months the Lady couldn’t handle it anymore, her heightened sex drive sending her into a mock heat of sorts. Her skin felt hot, thighs quivering with a constant wetness between them. She had cried and begged for him…he answered, as always.

But his fingers weren’t enough, and as he drank up another orgasm so freely given to his exploring tongue, realized his mouth could do little to satisfy her either. Her smell was even different, making his mind swim.

He pulled back, his face a mess, cock throbbing with need. He wanted to ruin her, stretch out her pretty cunt so only an omen’s cock could ever satisfy her again. Morgott almost trembled, watching her shake with aftershocks, her hands knotting the blankets.

She raised her ass more in a display of want and submission. Begging with broken words for him to take her. Her hole looked even more tempting now that it was puffy, dripping a mixture of his saliva and her release.

The beast within Morgott thrashed within his ribs like a caged animal.

He couldn’t fight it anymore, couldn’t refuse his needs a moment longer.

Raising to his knees, Morgott grabbed at her hips, head spinning. The Lady mewled, face down in the bed. He made a shallow thrust, his member rubbing her opening before being spurred away by its tightness. His cockhead bent downwards, running along her swollen clit. They both gave a little moan from the friction.

But it wasn’t enough.

Morgott took his cock in hand, attempting to line it up with her opening. It caught on the rim, but was putting up quite the fight for deeper entry. He huffed, poking at her more fervently.

The madness of want threatened them both, the Tarnished practically crying for him. Finally the fat head of his cock breached her tightness; and all at once that careful seal, the plethora of oaths that they would never couple in such a circumstance, was shattered.

Morgott groaned, grasping her hips to spear her further, hips thrusting on their own. The Lady cried out praise with every inch fucked into her, that deep need being fulfilled. The burn was so welcome, pain intermingling with pleasure.

Once fully seated, he began to buck into her. She met his frenzied thrusts, mind going to mush.

His knot popped into her tight hole; before he could stop, his body reacted: violently cumming straight into her womb. A cry ripped from both their throats, the euphoria whiting out their vision. Morgott’s muscles shook, claws deep in the meat of the Lady’s hips, locking them together as he moaned with every spurt of his cock.

It was rapture.

Sinful, delicious, rapture.

For years he’d been denying himself, careful to avoid the sensitive knot when allowing what little relief his first offered; thinking the pleasure it would bring, blasphemous. Now, squeezed so tightly with velvety heat, sent him into a second orgasm, just as blinding as the first.

Unable to handle anymore, the Tarnished’s body snapped, releasing on his cock and tightly milking him. It made his orgasm crash harder, Morgott cried out, tail lashing. It topped over the nightstand, the clatter of broken pottery and scattered metal to follow. They were deaf to the commotion, writhing in their respected aftershocks.

He fell forward, catching himself before crushing the tarnished. Breathes were ragged, throat aching. His mind began to clear, and with it the shame sat in. Morgott glanced down, seeing her pretty cunt messy, clamped around his knot like a vice. He tried to pull free, earning some pained whimpers and muscles squeezing his sensible cock. Stuck tight.

…Oh Erdtree, how long would they be stuck like this??

He thought, face burning, eyes finally catching the bruises already blooming on the Lady’s thighs…perfectly handprints…

The tarnished kneaded the blankets in-front of her blissfully, feeling more full than she ever had before. Stomach was taut and swollen, a hand drifting down to curiously smooth over the bump.

“M-Mine Lady.” Morgott swallowed, wanting to hide away, “Prithee forgive me…”

She stiffened a bit under him, twisting enough to eye him. “Don’t apologize.” She ordered.

He opened his mouth to argue but she reached out for his closest hand. She clutched at him, wanting more comfort, it made his chest ache. She wasn’t angry with him?

He stained her, marred her in a way he never should have even dreamed of.

His fingers twitched, slowly enveloping her own, smaller hand. “It should not have been mineself…” he whispered, “This gift…for thy consort…”

There was a moment of silence. The Lady released his hold, moving to shift. Morgott helped her a bit to ease the strain on the locked knot, rolling her onto her back. The Lady blinked up at him with large golden eyes, face still flushed.

“Morgott?” She asked, heart thumping in her chest, “Do you truly think such?”

“…Aye.” He nodded, hard to hold her gaze given their current positions, “An honor as this…for thy’s future consort.”

“We should make it right, then.” She nodded, looking down in thought.

His large hand trembled a bit as he softly took her cheek, raising her to meet his gaze once more. “How so?” His voice raw.

Her hand went to his wrist, nuzzling into the contact as she batted her eyes up at him. “Only one thing to do.” She smiled hopefully, “You must become my consort.”

[geekout-f-t-w]

So I did a thing...

In which Cid is TOTALLY not jealous of Clive bedding Gav. Or Gav bedding Clive. Or wishing Clive was bedding him.

And then shenanigans with all three ensue! 💜🧡💗