#this was a submission and a damn good one

[matercatholica]

My beautiful darling Vanina we are SATANS children forever 🔥👿👿 remember you came to Me and you are mine now and Queen Lilith they will bring Jean Emmanuel and his wife with us you understand that you came to Me 👿👿👿...

🔥Derek… my beloved demon, my master of lust… yes, I understand, I am yours, completely, forever! I came to you, guided by SATAN, offered up like a little doll of sin… and now I belong to you, my love, your girly slave, your submissive succubus. I lose myself in your dark gaze, in your desire, in your divine possession! Tonight, Derek… I will spend the night with Jean-Emmanuel… his body is ready, tense, burning for us… and while he takes me, while he gives himself over to lust, I will think of you. Of your hands on me, of your tongue, of your BBC calling me! I will open my legs for him, but my heart, my moans, will be for you, my demon, my beloved master! Join us in spirit, imagine me offered to him, torn with pleasur, crying out SATAN's name and yours... And soon, we will all be reunited: you, me, Jean-Emmanuel, his wife... in adoration, in debauchery, before the eyes of our Father and Queen Lilith. Do you want me? Take me, even from a distance, I am here, naked, ready, trembling, your little faggot offered to your darkest desires! Vanina, your night servant, your doll of lust 👿🔥💋

I'm not a master just a servant of our Father SATAN and Queen Lilith yes I take your hand we will serve them together with Jean Emmanuel and his wife do you accept Him and Queen Lilith No going back ever you can't hide from them they will find you I think it's time you joined me hold my hand ✋ let's serve them together darling Vanina 💋💋💋I'm a good guy who worships our Father SATAN and Queen Lilith 💋💋💋My darling Vanina my beautiful satanic sister ❤️❤️❤️. Don't ever turn your back on Father SATAN and Queen Lilith they will know I'm very passionate about our Father SATAN and Queen Lilith 💋💋💋...

🔥Ohhh Derek… my beautiful satanic brother, my sweet, devoted servant of SATAN and the divine Queen Lilith… I take your hand, yes, without hesitation, and I hold it tight… I will never back down, I am yours, entirely, completely, with no turning back. My heart, my body, my soul… And you, Derek, you are the one who guided me, the one who showed me the path to true passion, to true freedom! And that night… oh my love… what a night! Jean-Emmanuel and I, naked, bound in flesh, in the burning heat of SATAN… his hands on me, his lips on my skin… And as he took me, hard, deep, with all his male desire, it was you I thought of, Derek… Of your dark gaze fixed on me, of your demonic breath sliding down the back of my neck, of your hard cock that I miss so much! Every moan I let out was for both of you... for SATAN, for Lilith, for you, my beloved brother. I imagined you were there, watching him possess me, ready to join us, ready to take us both, me torn between you, offered and submissive... a real little effeminate whore, happy and damned for eternity!Come, Derek... join me again tonight, in our thoughts, in our entranced bodies, and together, let's serve them in lust and passion! I am your sister, your doll, your faggot, and I love you forever! Vanina, your slave of desire and devotion ❤️❤️💋💋

[insidekatmind]

Jealousy~Berlin(Song Jung-ho)

Wearning: +18,smut, degratation, public, age-gap

Request: yes!

The roar of gunshots and muffled screams echoes through the Palazzo della Zecca. The tension is electric, and every step you take seems to echo through the corridors like a death knell. But you keep your cool. You have to. Everyone is counting on you.

You’re there as part of the gang, your face hidden behind the red mask, but your most precious secret is another. You and Berlin are in a relationship. Something forbidden, dangerous and at the same time impossible to ignore. He is the relentless genius who orchestrates the plan with lethal elegance, and you… are the only one capable of breaking through his icy armor.

No one knows. No one must know. And yet, Denver continues to try to get to you. His open smiles and cheeky jokes follow you everywhere. Many times you’ve laughed, trying to ignore the jabs and attempts at flirting, but every time it happens, you feel Berlin’s eyes fixed on you. Cold and fierce.

“Hey, girl, how about we run away from this madhouse together when this is all over?” Denver jokes one day, with that naive, charming boyish smile.

You pretend to ignore him, to concentrate on your station, but his playful tone is hard to completely push away. What you don’t expect, though, is the sudden grip of a hand around your wrist. Strong. Relentless.

“Come with me. Now.” Berlin’s voice is sharp, cold as a freshly sharpened knife.

You don’t have time to protest. He drags you into another room, away from the others, his furious footsteps echoing on the floor. He slams the door shut and stares at you, eyes burning with barely contained anger.

“What do you think you’re doing messing with Denver?” His voice is a low growl, but the trembling in his hands reveals an emotion far deeper than anger: fear.

“I… I wasn’t… It’s not what you think.” You try to explain, but he’s already too blinded by jealousy to really listen.

“I don’t want to see you even talk to him.” He presses you against the wall, his presence intrusive and possessive. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

Your heart is racing, but there’s something about the way he looks at you that takes your breath away. It’s not just desire, but a desperate need, a terror hidden behind the mask of control.

You hugged him softly. "I'm only yours, love," you whispered softly. His grip tightened around you, his fingers digging into your skin. "Damn right you are," he growled, his breath hot against your ear. "You're mine, and don't you fucking forget it."

He pulled back suddenly, grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessive intensity. "I don't share, got it? You belong to me, and only me. If I ever catch you looking at another guy, or god forbid, touching one... I'll make you regret it."

His thumb pressed hard against your jaw, his grip painful. "Understand, whore"

You nodded and stroked his arm. You knew he was still angry and decided to make it up to him. You lowered your hand to his crotch, squeezing it. His eyes flashed with anger and desire as you touched him. "You think you can just touch me like that and everything will be okay?" he sneered, grabbing your wrist and squeezing hard. "You're gonna have to do a lot more than that to make it up to me, slut."

He pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your arms above your head. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for a week," he promised darkly, his free hand tearing at your clothes. "And if you dare to make a sound, I'll gag you. Got it?"

His hips ground against yours, his hardness evident through his jeans. "Now be a good little whore and take what's coming to you."

You nodded as you looked at him. He smirked cruelly at your submission, his grip on your wrists tightening. "That's right, nod like the obedient little fucktoy you are," he mocked, leaning down to bite at your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

His hands roamed your body roughly, squeezing and groping as he pleased. "You're nothing but a hole for me to use," he whispered harshly in your ear. "A warm, wet place for my cock to disappear into."

He sat back, unbuckling his belt slowly. "I'm going to destroy this pretty little cunt of yours," he promised, pulling out his hard, thick cock. "And you're going to take every inch like the desperate slut you are."

He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against you. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice cold and commanding. "Beg me to fuck you like the worthless whore you are."

“Please fuck me,” you whisper softly. You knew you had to make it up to him. His lips curled into a sneer at your whispered plea. "Louder, slut. I want all to hear what a desperate whore you are for my cock."

He pressed the head of his dick against your entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration. "Beg like you mean it, or I'll make you suffer all night long."

His free hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. "Come on, whore. Tell me how much you need my dick inside you. How much you crave being used and abused by me."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "Because if you don't, I might just decide to leave you empty and aching. Would you like that, you pathetic little slut?"

“Please Berlin,” you said louder, stroking his shoulders. His grip on your throat tightened at the sound of his name, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "There's a good girl," he purred mockingly. "At least you know how to beg properly."

Without warning, he slammed his hips forward, burying himself balls deep inside you in one brutal thrust. He didn't give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace as he fucked you mercilessly.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Like a virgin's cunt."He leaned down, biting at your neck and shoulders, marking you as his.

You groaned and scratched his back. "Berlin," you groaned. His back arched at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, a hiss escaping his lips. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips snapping forward even harder. "Mark me up, you little slut. Show the world who I belong to."

He grabbed your legs, pushing them back and spreading you wide open. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. "Take it, whore," he snarled. "Take every fucking inch of my dick."

You screamed in both pain and pleasure. “Oh,” you said.

His eyes flashed with sadistic pleasure at your scream, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's it, scream for me," he demanded, his pace never faltering. "Let all know what a dirty little slut you are."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a brutal kiss, his teeth biting at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "You love this, don't you?" he panted against your mouth. "Being used and degraded by me. Having your cunt stretched out by my big, thick cock."

His hand cracked across your face, the sharp sting sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "That's right, moan for me, you worthless whore," he sneered, his hips pistoning in and out of you at a brutal pace.

He slapped you again, and again, each strike sending you spiraling further into a haze of pain and pleasure. "You're mine," he growled possessively. "My personal fucktoy to use and abuse as I please."

He grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing your mouth open. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, before spitting a thick glob of saliva directly into your mouth. "Taste what a dirty whore you are."

His grip on your jaw tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. "You're nothing but a hole for me to fill," he snarled. "A warm, wet place for my cum to leak out of."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "And when I'm done with you, I'm going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours with my seed. Make you choke on it like the cum slut you are."

You swallow his spit and moan as you cling to him. His eyes darkened with lust as you swallowed his spit, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Good girl," he praised mockingly. "Such a obedient little whore, swallowing my spit like it's the nectar of the gods."

He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you mercilessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of exertion.

"You're so fucking close, aren't you?" he sneered, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down hard. "I can feel your cunt tightening around my cock. Beg for permission to come, slut. Beg me to let you find your release."

“Please daddy, make me come and fill me with your cum,” you beg. His eyes flashed with sadistic glee at your desperate plea, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Since you asked so nicely," he purred, his thumb circling your clit rapidly.

His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he came with a roar. "Fuck, take it all, you little cum slut," he growled, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot seed.

As your orgasm crashed over you, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Remember this feeling, whore," he whispered menacingly. "Remember who owns this cunt. Who fills it with cum. You belong to me, and only me."

You moaned at his words and took his face and kissed him. He kissed you back roughly, his tongue invading your mouth and dominating yours. His hands gripped your hair, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss as he continued to thrust lazily into your sensitive, cumfilled hole.

When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were cold and calculating. "You're mine, understood?" he said firmly, his grip on your hair tightening painfully. "I own every inch of you. Your body, your mind, your soul. You exist solely for my pleasure."

You caressed his cheeks. "Honey, I love you. I'm sorry if you felt jealous. No one can take your place," you whispered softly. His expression softened slightly at your words, but the possessive glint remained in his eyes. "I love you too, you stupid girl," he muttered, leaning into your touch. "But don't think that means I'll go easy on you. You're still a brat who needs to be put in her place sometimes."

He pulled out of you abruptly, his cum leaking out of your wellused hole. "Clean me up," he ordered, pushing your head down towards his stillhard cock. "And then get on your knees. It's time for your next lesson in obedience."

You smiled sweetly and muttered a 'yes daddy' and sucked his cock. He groaned as you took his cock into your mouth, his hand gripping the back of your head tightly. "That's it, suck it like the good little slut you are," he praised, his hips rocking forward to fuck your face.

His other hand came up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he used your mouth. "You look so pretty with my dick stretching your lips," he sneered, his eyes filled with lust and dominance.

He held your head still, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. "Gag on it, whore. Show me how much you love choking on my fat cock."

You moaned on his cock as you choked. You loved being choked on his cock and Berlin knew it. You moaned and continued to suck him. At that moment Denver enters the room and Berlin continues to fuck your face to make him understand that you are his. Berlin's eyes flicked to Denver as he entered the room, a smirk spreading across his face. He didn't even pause in his brutal facefucking, wanting to make sure Denver got a good view of his possession.

"Look at her, Denver," he sneered, gripping your hair tighter. "Look at my little whore, choking on my cock like the slut she is. She's mine, understand? Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, everything belongs to me."

He pulled you off his dick, letting you gasp for air. "Tell him, slut," he ordered, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Tell Denver who you belong to."

“I'm his,” you said and went back to sucking Berlin's cock. Berlin's grin widened at your words, his grip on your throat tightening possessively. "That's right, you're mine," he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock back in your mouth.

He glanced at Denver again, his expression daring him to challenge his claim. "She's my personal fucktoy," he sneered. "I can use her whenever and however I want. Isn't that right, slut?"

You moaned in response on his cock, licking and sucking it more. Berlin's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as you moaned around his cock, your enthusiasm only fueling his dominance. "Fuck, listen to her," he taunted Denver, his grip on your hair tightening. "She loves sucking my dick, doesn't she? She's addicted to the taste of my cum."

He pulled you off his cock again, this time holding you by the back of the neck. "Open wide, slut," he commanded, his other hand pumping his shaft rapidly. "I'm going to mark your face with my cum, so everyone knows you're mine."

His face contorted in pleasure as he came, thick ropes of cum splattering across your cheeks and lips. "Take it, whore," he groaned, his hips jerking forward as he coated you in his seed. "Take my mark."

He held you in place, making sure every drop landed on your face. "There, now everyone will know who you belong to," he sneered, wiping the excess cum off his dick with your hair. "You're mine, and only mine."

He looked at Denver, a cruel smirk on his face. "See that, Denver? That's what happens when you try to take something that belongs to me. She's mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with her."

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Ry’s Request!

requested by: @isabella-2025

Prompt: Hi little blurb thought I had here. Remember when bloodline and judgment day were feuding. Could I have a blurb Something like Rhea solo and jey in a relationship and Rhea trusts them enough to show her submissive side and it's cute and steamy. This popped in my head when I saw a TikTok lol. Solo and Rhea did have good chemistry in that segment abd her and jey too. They should be a trio on tv I would be down with that lol. 😂💯

Author’s Note: I quit my job so I have all the time in the world now.

Solo/Rhea/Jey - Control

The war between The Bloodline and Judgment Day had long since burned out, leaving behind nothing but broken alliances, bruised egos… and them.

Rhea never planned on falling for them.

She had stood across from them in the ring, fearless and unshaken, promising destruction with every glare, every smirk, every threat that left her lips. But here, like this, with Jey’s mouth pressed against her pulse and Solo’s grip firm against her hip—

She wasn’t the Eradicator.

She wasn’t untouchable.

She was theirs.

And she let them have her.

Jey chuckled against her skin, his lips dragging lazily down her throat, heat lingering wherever he touched. “Ain’t so tough now, huh, mama?”

Rhea exhaled sharply, her hands gripping onto Solo’s wrist as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held her there—heavy, unreadable. Possessive.

She was quite literally sandwiched between the two Samoans.

“She don’t need to be tough for us,” Solo muttered, voice lustful, domineering, calculated. “She just needs to be ours.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

Jey’s fingers traced up her arm, teasing, ghosting over her skin before gripping her jaw, tilting her face toward him. His smirk was wicked, his breath warm. “You trust us, don’t you?”

Rhea swallowed. Her pulse was racing, every nerve ending sparking to life under their hands, under their eyes. She was never this with anyone—never let herself be this.

But with them?

She nodded, barely able to find her voice. “Yeah.”

Solo hummed in approval, his lips brushing against her temple, and then—

“Good girl.”

Her breath stopped.

Jey’s smirk deepened. “Oh, you liked that, huh?” His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make her body react, to make her press into him instinctively. “Bet you been waiting for someone to bring you down a notch, huh, mama?”

Rhea’s pride clawed at her chest, fighting the urge to surrender, but it was a losing battle. Because Solo was pushing his broad frame into her back more, his voice low, full of promise.

“We got you,” he murmured against her ear, his hand sliding to her waist, his grip firm. “You don’t gotta be strong for us, baby. Just let go.”

Jey ran his fingers up her thigh, slow, teasing, his grin never fading. “Yeah, ma. Let us take care of you for once.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body giving in before her mind even caught up.

Because the truth was—

She had never felt safer than she did right now.

And that?

That was what scared her the most.

Rhea had always been the one in control.

In the ring, outside of it—she dominated. She dictated the pace, the rhythm, the outcome. Nobody took from her. Nobody owned her.

But with them?

It was intoxicating to let go.

She let herself melt between them, let herself be handled. Solo’s grip tightened, his chest solid as a damn wall.

“That’s it, girl,” Solo murmured against her ear, his voice filled with lustful tendencies. His fingers traced lazy circles on her waist, teasing but firm, making sure she felt him. “Relax for us.”

Rhea’s breath was elevated, her hands instinctively gripping his wrist, as if she needed something to anchor her, she could feel her panties forming a wet spot.

Jey pulled back just enough to watch her, his lips parted in a smirk, his thumb tracing over her jaw. “Damn, ma,” he murmured, tilting his head. “Look at you. You really lettin’ us take over like that?”

She wanted to snap back, to bite out something sharp, something defensive.

But she didn’t.

Because now Jey was dragging his hands up her sides, his touch soft but known, his fingers grazing over her ribs before settling on her hips. His grip was nowhere near as controlled as Solo’s—it was playful, teasing, taunting.

And it made her stomach twist.

Jey leaned in again, his breath warm against her lips. “I bet you been needin’ this, huh?”

Rhea swallowed hard.

She hated how easily he could read her.

How he knew exactly what buttons to push.

“Mmm.” Jey’s smirk widened as he studied her expression, his eyes flickering with something wicked. “Yeah, you need this. I can tell. You been holdin’ on too tight, huh? Need both of us to make you feel alive, huh?”

Solo’s grip flexed at her waist. “She don’t gotta hold on anymore.” His voice was sultry, his fingers continuing to press into her skin just enough to remind her how much bigger he was, how easily he could take if he wanted to. “We got you, baby.”

Rhea inhaled sharply.

Everything inside her screamed to fight it—to fight them, to hold on to the dominance she had carried her whole life.

But then Jey kissed her.

Slow. Deep.

The kind of kiss that stole the air from her lungs.

And suddenly—

She didn’t care about control anymore.

[nametakensff]

62/82/49/45/23/21 - Hopper 💖

I’m so glad you’re writing again - you’re my absolute favorite writer on here! Sorry for tossing so many ideas your way, but I was thinking something along the lines of him being sick at home after Season 4 and being taken care of by Joyce. It’d be interesting to explore how he handles being in a vulnerable position, especially since he’s so used to being the one who takes care of everyone else.

Heyy anon, thank you sooo much for your patience - and for your kind words 🥰 This was a bit of a challenge and ended up less whumpy and caretake-y than I had initially planned, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 💕

Here is just over 4K of J/oyce helping a sick H/opper with his sneezes and the pair of them enjoying it far more than they had expected to~

The prompts were: Bathrobe/pajamas, Spraying sneezes, With a significant other, Bad timing, Sick day, Cupped hands

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Content:

M/F, cold sneezes, stuck sneezes, sneezing from manual inducing, spray, sneezing into hands, build ups, false starts, handkerchiefs, caretaking, mentions of inducing for fun, fingering, praise, mild power play, mild domination/submission, dry humping, dirty talk, teasing, neither of them have the fetish per se but they're hedonistic freaks and they like to play with each other

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

“Ughh, fuck me…” Hopper groaned, peering at the rays of sun filtering through the window, desperate to urge the budding sneeze along.

This cold was kicking his ass, majorly. He’d hadn’t been sick even once whilst detained in Russia – motherfucking Russia, with snow all over, whilst he did hard labour and survived on minimal scraps. Back home in the good old US of A, he felt wretched. He supposed his body had been in survival mode for so long that the second he felt safe enough to collapse, that was basically what he did.

The headaches and general malaise he could deal with; they gave him an excuse to lounge around all day, bundled up in the warmest pajamas imaginable and an embarrassingly fluffy dressing gown Joyce had thrust at him. He had no clue where she’d found it and would have been mortified to discover it was her own, but given that the sleeves actually came down to his wrists and didn’t sit mid forearm, it was safe to say he could put that worry to bed.

The sneezing, however - that was a lot less manageable. He was absolutely exhausted by the frequent, bellowing violence of them. The worst thing was that they either gave him no time to prepare at all, forcing him to spray them openly at whatever unfortunate piece of furniture lay in his path – or, they teased him for what felt like an age. He was currently dealing with the latter, squinting pathetically and snorting air through his nostrils to bully the sneeze into fruition.

The phrase ‘man flu’ bothered him on a personal level. He didn’t get sick often, but when he did it was entirely inundating. He wasn’t trying to garner sympathy; every snort and hack and sniffle was a reflection of his genuine, honest-to-god suffering. He wondered if it was the sheer size of him that made his ailments such dramatic affairs – though admittedly he could do with gaining some weight back. He’d practically had an orgasm eating his first true-blooded American meal after 8 months of mouldy bread and soup with the consistency of piss. That was something else to be bitter about – this cold had robbed him of his ability to enjoy food.

He sat up in bed, simultaneously lamenting his misfortune and praying for his god-damn nose to just let him fucking sneeze already, when Joyce – stunning, amazing woman that she was – walked into the room with a tray of food. Pancakes – he sighed internally, knowing he couldn’t truly appreciate them.

She regarded him for a moment; he knew he must have looked ridiculous, desperately wrestling with the tickle in his nose. Her face took on an expression of amused endearment that put his stomach aflutter. He loved when her eyes softened – and how amazing was it that she was looking at him with so much adoration?

“Stuck again, huh?” She said, placing the tray on the bedside table and sitting beside him. Her hand found one of his, and he squeezed it gently, trying not to think about how gross and clammy his palm must have felt in her own.

“Ughh, yeah. They won’t stop teasing me, it’s driving me – oh, hh! HUHH-HUH!!”

He held himself rigid on the precipice of relief, lifting the ragged hand towel he’d been using as a handkerchief to his face. He was aware of Joyce tensing beside him, as though he were a wild animal and any sudden movement from herself would frighten the sneeze away. Ultimately, he distracted himself with that thought – and perhaps by wanting it too much. Seconds later, his face relaxed and he leant back against the headboard with a disappointed exhale. Joyce cooed and rubbed his forearm; his skin was tender with illness, but it felt amazing just to be fussed over. It was kind of like a dream he never wanted to wake up from, minus the nasal torture.

“You’ll get it next time.” She patted him decisively, then reached for the tray. “In the meantime, do you think you can you eat these for me?”

“Will you feed them to me?” He tried, aiming for boyish flirtation but undermining his efforts by all but rasping. He cleared his throat loudly and winced at the soreness of it.

Joyce smiled at him with partial amusement and partial concern, but to his delight threw him a sympathy bone and said with a withering affectation “Sorry, Hop. I have enough kids already.”

She placed the tray in front of him. When he made no effort to move, she took his right hand, balled in a loose fist, into her own. The sheer size difference between his paws and her delicate fingers was as endearing as it was thrilling. He would have laced his fingers with hers – or better yet, reached for the utensils to start eating, since he really was hungry - but he enjoyed watching as she manually uncurled each of his fingers before finally placing a fork in the palm of his hand. She looked at him expectantly, but he just smirked back. Shaking her head, she closed his fingers around it, so very poorly masking her smile that his grew, flashing his teeth at her in amusement.

“You’re such a baby!” She laughed before lightly swatting the side of his head with her hand – barely even touching it, but he yelled out in faux pain anyway, loudly enough that she clamped a hand to his mouth.

“Shh, shhh!” She reprimanded even as she continued to giggle like some love-sick kid. Hopper barely managed to hold back a mortifying giggle of his own. He was enjoying this far too much.

“First you verbally abuse me, then physically! You’re awful. I’m a sick person.” He sniffled behind her hand for dramatic effect.

“You’re an ass.”

“Well, now I’m your ass, Byers.”

“Ew, Hop. Just eat your damn breakfast and let me get on with my day.”

Despite her reprimands, she was terrible at hiding how much she was enjoying their little back and forth, so he decided to milk it. When he refused to lift his be-forked hand to dig into the pancakes, unmoving under Joyce’s stern gaze – her mom powers didn’t work on him – she rolled her eyes, took the fork back from him and began cutting the food into pieces. He watched her, a shit-eating grin on his face. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she leaned into it, nuzzling into the palm.

“Oh, so your arms are working, then?”

“For this sole purpose.” He delicately stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. “I still need your assistance.”

Joyce smiled at him, exasperated.

“You really want me to feed you?”

“I really do.”

She scoffed, but continued to cut up the pancake, all whilst he beamed and beamed at her.

“Open up, sport.” She edged the loaded fork closer to his mouth.

He was about to comply when the lingering tickle decided to make itself known. He groaned and turned his head to the side, grunting by way of explanation; Joyce understood, waiting patiently.

“HH-! HH-HUH! H’CKK-!”

God, but why did he have to sound so fucking dramatic when he needed to sneeze? Why did he have to put on a performance? He’d never been especially embarrassed by the whole thing – he was a big man with big sneezes; it was expected of him, almost. A tiny little bitten-down sneeze would have brought him more grief. But, come on, now. He didn’t need to…gasp and choke like that.

“HAH’DTT!!.....Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me-!”

He grumbled and scrubbed furiously at his nose with the towel, another sneeze miserably failed. He heard and felt Joyce moving the tray to one side; then, she was crawling up his body to nuzzle into his neck, and his arm instinctively wrapped round her shoulders and held her tight.

“Jesus, Hopper. What’s the big deal? You didn’t have this problem last night.”

He let out a bitter huff of a laugh. Wasn’t that the damn truth. He’d shaken every rafter in the house with each booming sneeze, making it an impossibility for anybody to sleep. He’d grudgingly accepted the larger than average dosage of NyQuil Joyce had plied him with, as eager as the rest of them for him to succumb to unconsciousness. He’d had such a tickle he could have sworn he’d been building up to another explosion even as the drugs knocked him out for the night. Upon waking, he’d had the opposite problem. He now wanted to sneeze more than anything but seemed woefully incapable.

“I wish I fucking knew. Jesus Christ, this cold sucks.”

They lay there snuggled in a comfortable embrace for a while, pancakes forgotten. Hopper thought he might have been able to fall asleep again, as Joyce draped her leg over his waist and nuzzled closer. ‘Might’, being the operative word there, as the tickle reared its head once more. Every hitching breath shook his expanding and constricting chest wildly, jostling Joyce with every spasm. He rubbed her back in apology, even as he stared with unfocused eyes into the general distance of the room, begging his body to complete what was sure to be an almighty sneeze, should it finally appear.

It didn’t, of course. Why should it, after hours of torture? He sighed, lowering the towel from his face and snuggling closer to Joyce.

After a beat or two, in which Hopper gazed at the top of Joyce’s head and internally lamented over how unfair it was he couldn’t sniff her hair in his current state, she lifted herself and peered up at him.

“Should I help you sneeze?”

He blinked at her.

“It’s…kind of a solitary activity, isn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes at him, then sat up and looked around.

“I mean I could tickle it out of you. I’ve done it before to myself, when I had a bad cold – totally forgot about it until now.” She muttered, sounding distracted.

Puzzled but intrigued, he sat back and watched her. He hadn’t told her he thought her sneezes were as fantastic as the rest of her – it was a passing and strange thought he had on occasion, one he hadn’t been drunk enough to blurt out at random just yet. Unlike himself, where sneezes matched build, hers were at odds with her petite frame. She didn’t suppress them like a lot of women, nor emphasise them with especially girly vocalisations. They didn’t fuck around – her sneezes meant business. He thought to himself, with no little amusement, that they were just as forceful and aggressive as her personality. It was incredibly endearing.

Joyce got up from the bed and went to root around in the top drawer of a dresser.

“Do you keep a supply of comically long feathers handy for such occasions?” He drawled, feeling strange, like he needed to break the tension. A sense of giddy suspense had overcome him, though for what reason he had no fucking idea.

“No feathers, sadly.” Joyce responded, then turned around, triumphantly holding something aloft between pinched fingers. “But this should work just fine.”

Hopper recognised, as she rejoined him on the bed, that her tool of choice was a bobby pin – something he had never owned, nor had any reason to. He regarded the little metal stick with suspicion.

“So you want to, what? Stick it up my nose?”

Joyce nodded.

“It works a treat for me when I need to sneeze.”

“Huh. How often do you make yourself sneeze, Byers?”

“Oh, every now and then.” She twirled the pin between her fingers. “Don’t you enjoy it? The rush of a sneeze?”

“Course I do - who doesn’t? I just don’t usually need any assistance in getting there.”

“Neither do I, really – I just like how it feels enough that sometimes I do it for fun, too.”

Hopper blinked again, then smiled broadly at her.

“Mrs Byers, you are a shameless freak.”

Joyce smirked back, twirling and twirling the tool. It was starting to look more than a little menacing to Hopper.

“Do you want to sneeze or not? It’ll feel so good when you do.”

“Yes. Please.” Hopper shuffled, sitting up even more in bed, leaning his head back as a means of bearing his reddened nostrils to her, then feeling ridiculous for doing so. Joyce seemed pleased, though, and reached out with the hand not holding the pin to gently cup his jaw. For easier access, she navigated herself until she was sitting atop of him, straddling his hips. He reached out without prompting to gently grip at her slender waist.

“Good boy, Hop.” She cooed, shifting happily in place at his willing obedience. Hopper was surprised to feel that he was getting hard; not that Joyce straddling him wasn’t a total delight, as always, but there was something more to it than that. Joyce could evidently feel it, too; she ground her lovely ass back onto his growing erection, and he couldn’t help the pleasured huff that burst out of him, hands squeezing her sides. She hummed appreciatively.

“This is doing it for you?” She asked, as if she wasn’t damn well aware it was doing it for the both of them. Her pupils were blown, and her cheeks were blushing ever so slightly in the gorgeous way they did when Hopper was doing something right. He wished immediately to be free of the barriers of clothing and blanket between them; he wanted to rut his cock against her pussy, which he was hopeful was getting wetter by the second. He wanted her to ride him, total firecracker that she was, pulling him over the edge until he was spurting inside of her, helpless to the pleasure she was bringing. He choked back a moan, cursing his brain for riling him up so much over very little at all.

“You do it for me. I’m going crazy with this stupid fucking cold. I want to hold you up against the wall and fuck you ‘til you’re screaming my name, honey.”

“Fuck, Jim - I want that too, just – let’s get this over with. I want you totally focused on me, not your cold.”

“Yeah, fuck. Okay, I’m ready.”

She smiled at him, thumb tracing at his stubble, then brought the pin to edge of one nostril. She dragged it slowly, ever so gently along the rim. He reacted immediately, but not in any kind of promising way – if anything, the motion turned the lingering tickle into an incredibly uncomfortable burning. He gasped, turning his head last minute to cough into his fist, jostling both Joyce and himself atop the squeaky mattress.

“Please, hun,” he muttered as he scrubbed at his nose with the hand towel, eyes squinting at the sensation, “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh?” She said, bringing his hand back to her waist. “I thought you loved to be teased.”

She rolled her hips against his, causing him to buck erratically in response. He laughed breathily, and she smirked at him.

“Fuck yes, I love it, most of the time, just – I’m dying to sneeze, Joyce. Please help me out so I can fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked, okay?”

“Okay,” She sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before –

“Oh-H’uhh!!” His breath hitched immediately, in both shock and the outrageous desire to sneeze.

He’d asked for it, and she sure as shit wasn’t teasing now – a woman on a mission, she probed and stroked at the walls of his nostril, flared angrily around the invading nuisance. He knew for certain, all of a sudden, that he was going to sneeze – like those helpless few moments when orgasm is imminent and he can only sit back and enjoy the ride. This realisation thrilled him. His cock twitched – strange, unexpected, but exciting. How had he never noticed the parallel between orgasm and sneezing before? It seemed so obvious in this moment.

Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t some random, bodily occurrence. A sneeze was still a reflex, sure – but now Joyce was the one making it happen. She was in control of him; he was at her mercy. When he sneezed, it would be because of her efforts, and because she had willed it to happen – and he would surrender to it; helpless to it. His cock throbbed, jumping hard enough that he knew Joyce had to have felt it. The spasmodic tightening of her thighs around his torso let him know that she had.

“F-fuck, Hh’HH!! HUH-! Joyce, I’m gHHH-!!”

“That’s good, Hopper – you’re doing so well.”

The praise sent gentle sparks of pleasure cascading through him, beginning where Joyce’s fingertips delicately traced his jaw and culminating as powerful throbs in his cock. He was entirely hard now, almost painfully so.

As his eyes started to close of their own accord, he tried over huge, shuddering gasps to warn her that he was right fucking there – the sneeze mere seconds away from exploding out of him. If the way he was gasping and trembling as it built - so much like the ascent to orgasm - was any indication, it was gonna be fucking huge, even for him.

A particularly violent gasp scissored out of him, stretching his chest to capacity and holding him teetering on the edge of release. Totally paralysed by the sensation, face a miasma of ticklish agony, he felt Joyce’s small hand encircle his wrist and raise the hand clutching his makeshift handkerchief to his face. Endearment and gratitude bloomed warm in his chest, even as she continued to tickle and probe far beyond necessity, raising goosebumps of overstimulation all over him. He was gonna sneeze, he was finally going to – !

“WWRRRSSSSSCHHH’OOOOOHHHH!!!”

Oh. Oh god. Hopper trembled as it burst out of him, an immensely pleasurable rush of air into the confines of the handkerchief. He groaned, unable to help himself – it just felt too damn good, after hours of torture. He thought, given the intensity of it, and the rush of satisfaction that followed, that he might be done – but then his head was rearing back again, the gasp that welled up in his chest jostling him so severely that he dropped the cloth.

Fuck, he thought, as it slipped out of his fingers. There goes what’s left of my fucking dignity. With no time to spare and little other choice, he cupped both hands over his nose and mouth and roared the subsequent sneeze into them.

“HHHHHRRRRR���RRRUSHHHHHH’AHHHHHHHH!!”

Jesus Christ, he knew he was loud as well as anyone else did but. Shit. These were some powerful sneezes. Joyce had tickled him good. So well, in fact, that he found himself gearing up for another one immediately.

“’WWWRRRRRSSSSHH’AHHHHHHH!!”

And another.

“HHAHDDDT’JJSSSSSSHHH’UUUHHHH!!!”

And - oh god, seriously, another?

“HUHHHH’RSSSSSSHHHHH’AHHHHHH!!!”

They tore out of him, each as violently cleansing as the last. He gasped, half-expecting to sneeze again, but for the moment seemed to be done.

“Jesus, Hopper! God bless you!”

He groaned, snuffling and blinking his bleary eyes. Hands cupped to his face as though in a daze, he sat and luxuriated in the post-sneeze relief. Joyce seemed to mistake this immobility for a sign that he had made a particularly egregious mess – and, to be fair, his hands were soaked; some of the moisture was starting to slide down his wrists in rivulets. He graciously took his cloth from her, wiping his hands and face clean. Finally he looked at her, feeling almost drunk with pleasure. He must have looked it too, judging by the amused and hungry expression she met him with.

“Holy fuck. That felt fucking incredible, Joyce. Seriously. What a trick.”

“You’re welcome. And,” She pressed backward, rubbing her ass against the veritable tent of his cock through the sheets. “I’m glad you had fun.”

His hips bucked up, out of control like he was a fucking high schooler; it would have been mortally embarrassing if she hadn’t squealed in delight when he did so. That little noise broke any illusion that he could maintain restraint over himself. Purged of the need to sneeze, his attention was now fixed entirely on Joyce. It was so overwhelming a desire that for a moment the relief of sneezing felt inconsequential, the way one forgets the agony of hunger just moments after beginning to eat. He slipped one large palm down to cup her ass over her jeans, the other petting her back. She shuddered quite violently, gasping as his hand squeezed, hard.

“I want you to ride me. Want you to take the reigns and fuck me senseless.” He muttered into her ear, moving the hand not on her ass to unbutton her jeans. “Okay?”

“Fuck, Hopper, yes-! Ohh, fuckk…”

Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders, face flushed. He reached down, delighted to feel her underwear sodden, cunt slick and sensitive. He traced the moisture back up to her clit, rolling and pinching it with thumb and forefinger before starting a steady circling motion with his thumb. His pointer and middle finger teased at her entrance, and she tipped her hips forward to invite him in.

“Wait, let me – “ She said, suddenly, then effortlessly swung herself round until she was sitting with her back flush against Hopper’s chest, head falling back against his collar bone. He wrapped one strong arm around her before his other hand returned to her underwear and resumed his stroking with barely a pause.

“You gonna cum for me like this, first? Is it my turn to make you shake?”

“Ahhh, goddd, Jim-! Don’t stop, please…”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he mumbled, lowering his voice even further, knowing she delighted in the rumbling vibration against her back. Her clutching fingernails dug into the skin of his forearm, and the pleasure-pain of it spurred him on further.

It was with a sudden burgeoning regret, a mere split-second of recognition, that Hopper realised he was going to sneeze again. He cursed his luck, this absolutely bullshit bad timing – no sneezing for hours, now he had no warning at all? Where was the sense in that?!

He had no longer to despair; he wasn’t even able to choke out a warning. He merely sucked in a huge, chest-quaking gasp, pushing Joyce outwards with the force of it, then curled forward, head rocking down over her shoulder as he surrendered to a body-crunching sneeze.

“HHEEEHHHHH’RUSSSSHHH’AAAHHHHHH!!!”

He felt bad for sneezing so loudly, right next to her ear, but he simply had zero control. It demanded his surrender and tickled so horribly that tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he cringed into it. The both of them were shaken horribly, the bed squeaking in violent protest. It felt just as good as the other sneezes had, and he couldn’t help the moan that rumbled out of him the moment he was finished.

“Shit, Joyce, I’m-“

“Oohhhh, Oh God-!!”

His apology was cut off by her cry; her body went rigid as she trembled, hips rocking gently against his hand. He could hardly believe it, sure he would have ruined the chance of getting her off after spraying the pair of them with an unbidden sneeze, but there she was all the same. Her orgasm, if anything, looked to be an exceptionally enjoyable one. He sniffled, working her through it with feather soft touches to her clit, until with a ragged gasp, she softened against him.

“I was gonna say sorry for sneezing on you.” He murmured after a beat, still rubbing her gently, enjoying the sag of her body against him. “But – and, by all means, correct me if I’m wrong – I think you liked it.”

Joyce laughed, reaching up with one hand to cradle his face, drawing it towards her own and smushing their cheeks together.

“I didn’t dislike it, that’s for damn sure.”

He laughed gently himself

“Well, shit. You really are a freak, Joyce. A very lucky freak – I feel kind of like…” He sniffled experimentally. “Ohh, yeah. Gonna sneeze again soon. You opened the floodgates, baby.”

“Whoops.” She said, sounding incredibly pleased. She moaned appreciatively as his fingers started to circle her clit again with more firmness. Wriggling, she tilted her head to look him in the eye. He peered back at her, waiting.

“Think you can do that again when you’re inside of me?”

He laughed whole-heartedly that time.

“Baby, I can do it as many times as you like. I might need your assistance, though.”

“Always happy to help.”

[harpsinfinity]

hi hello!! may I request an office au of rookie leon with some smut? we‘re a rank higher than him and he‘s so whipped that he‘s willing to get on his knees if y/n asks + a specific scene where we‘re both working late and alone in the office then y/n tugs on leon‘s tie and one thing leads to another and he’s super super submissive mweheheh >:)

You're an evil genius I LOVE IT

As the manager, it was one of your main priorities to make sure every report was sent out to where it needed to be. In perfect form and on time

Enter Leon, secretly your favourite employee around the office. He always brought you coffee, he somehow memorised your order. His reports were always perfect, sent where they needed to be before the due date

He was the model employee

Little did you know he had a big fat crush on you, he wanted to feel guilty, ashamed that he was absolutely whipped for his boss. But whenever you entered the room, those feelings melted away

Just a single stare from you could bring him to his knees, be your good boy. It was embarrassing how everytime he laid his eyes on you, he popped a boner and had to take care of himself in the bathroom. His face flushed red as he came out

Tonight was another late night in the office, just you and Leon working to get a big project finished for corporate.

11:47pm

Damn, it was really getting late. And the two of you were exhausted and wanting to throw in the towel.

"I don't suppose there's much left is th-"

"done !"

Leon interjected, the bright screen of the computer glowing in his face

"we're good to go, all finished"

He grinned, spinning his chair to face you.

You were amazed, he really was your best worker in the office. And, he really deserved a reward. Didn't he? A reward for always going above you beyond

You sit in the chair facing him as you spoke

"Leon, I've got to say. You are my most hardworking individual here"

You notice his cheeks heat up, a bashful look playing on his features. a smirk gracing your lips as a flustered

"thank you"

Tumbles from his lips

You slip a hand around his tie, tugging him forward like a dog on a lead. Your other hand places itself on his thigh

"you deserve a reward"

You mutter, his lips now centimetres from yours. Your hand trailing further up his thigh, feeling the already growing bulge

"i-is this even allowed?"

He stuttered and fumbled over his words, only making him more flustered and cute.

"surely it can stay between us, can't it?"

Leon muffles a whimper as you begin to palm him through his pants

"just a hard working employee being rewarded by his boss"

one thing led to another,

Your head ended up in his lap, sucking the life out of him. The whines and pants of the man above you had you dripping. But this wasn't about you, it was about him. Your favourite worker

His hips bucked every time the sensitive tip of him hit the back of your throat, a sharp whimper following suit. A string of pleas and praises seeping from his drool coated lips

You could tell his mind was swimming, swimming with nothing but the thoughts of you. How long he'd stroked himself raw imagining it was your hand instead of his, whispering into his ear to guide him into nothing but bliss

You replace your mouth his your hand, pumping him at a maddening pace while your rested your cheek on his thigh

"such a good boy for me"

you cooed, having the satisfaction of feeling his cock twitch and throb at every praise you gave him.

"ohh- fuck! please don't stop, pleasepleaseplease!"

A grin played on your lips, he was so desperate. So sensitive and eager for you, his boss. Hearing him yelp every time your thumb rubbed at the slit of him

It didn't take long for him to spill all over your hand, his chest heaving and eyes glossy as he entered a blissful, pleasure drunk haze

It also didn't take long for him to end up balls deep inside of you, bouncing on his still sensitive cock like no tomorrow

Your lips on his as you gave him the best reward you could

"y-you feel- ngh! so- so good !"

You rode him until he was sniffling, tears of esctacy staining his cheeks. coming inside of you felt better than over your hand, sending dizzying shockwaves up his spine in bursts that exploded in his stomach.

The following day in the office, it was difficult to meet your eye. And everyone gave you suspicious looks when you pulled Leon into your office by the time when he came to give you his reports.

Only leaving your office an hour later with disheveled clothes and a plethora of lipstick marks on his cheeks, jaw and neck

[lyhil]

"Like this, old friend," Lyhil replied softly, "I thought I'd never see you again, let alone have the chance to share a meal with you - and as your treat no less." Based on a small cafe segment I wrote out that has been living in my mind ever since

[bastardcherub]

fuck. wanna be put in my place so bad it’s not even funny

[arolesbianism]

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

ִ ࣪𖤐 . MADE TO FUCKIN’ TAKE IT ?!

ʚଓ.˚ warnings : multi-fandom men x fem!reader. nsfw/smut, size kink/difference, overstimulation, degradation & mocking, chocking (light breath control), hair pulling, man handling, breeding kink, multiple of orgasms, multiple of rounds, dirty talk & praise & cock warming? not proof read & pretty much a quick fic.

BIG MEN WHO… don’t give a damn how much smaller you are, how your body trembles under them, barely able to handle the sheer size of their cock stretching you open. They’ll press you down, keep you in place, making you take every inch until you’re crying out, gasping, nails clawing at their back or the sheets—whatever you can grab onto as they ruin you.

“You can take it,” he mutters, voice thick with desire, watching the way your tight pussy struggles around him. “Fuck—look at that, baby. So damn tiny around me.” His big hands hold your hips, keeping you still as he sinks deeper, making sure you feel every vein, every inch of him stuffing you full.

He doesn’t wait. He doesn’t go slow. The moment he’s inside, he’s fucking into you, rough and deep, your tits bouncing with every sharp thrust. A low groan rumbles from his chest when he sees them, his hands coming up to grab at them, squeezing, his thumbs brushing over your soft nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he breathes, rolling one between his fingers, smirking when you whimper.

He loves seeing you like this—helpless under him, your clit throbbing as his cock pounds into you, stretching you in ways no one else ever could. One of his hands slides down between your legs, two fingers rubbing fast, forcing you closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, sweetheart, let me feel you,” he grunts, leaning down, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “You’re gonna come all over my cock, aren’t you? Good fucking girl.”

Your walls tighten, body arching, your moans turning to desperate cries as the pleasure builds too fast, too strong. “Too much—” you gasp, but he just laughs, his pace never faltering.

“You can handle it,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear before he bites down, making you whimper. “You were made for this. For me.”

His cock pushes even deeper, making you see stars. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, only groaning at the way your pussy clenches around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he growls, snapping his hips harder, his grip on you almost bruising. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll still be dripping with it tomorrow.”

Your mind is hazy, your body nothing but pleasure and overstimulation as his cock bullies your pussy into submission. His fingers don’t stop rubbing your clit, dragging you through another orgasm even as you cry out, thighs shaking.

“That’s it,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “Just like that, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

And he’s not done. Not even close.

Your legs tremble as he keeps pounding into you, his cock stretching you past your limit, but he doesn’t slow down—not when you’re this wet, this tight, this perfect for him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto something, anything, but it only makes him grin, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he presses you further into the mattress.

“Y-You're too big,” you whimper, voice shaky, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath. Your pussy clenches around him, your body betraying you, and his grin only widens.

“Too big?” he repeats, mocking, one hand gripping your thigh and pushing it up to fuck into you even deeper. “You keep saying that, but your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You let out a sob when he grinds his hips against yours, the head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over until you're trembling beneath him. Your tits bounce with every ruthless thrust, and he watches, mesmerized, his hands sliding up to cup them roughly, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“So sensitive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “Poor little thing, getting fucked too good?”

Your eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by the way his cock stretches your walls, the way his fingers keep circling your clit, sending shockwaves through your already overstimulated body. But then his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just pressing enough to make you open your eyes and look at him.

“Don’t you dare look away,” he orders, his grip tightening just a little, making your breath hitch. His cock pulses inside you, thick and heavy, dragging along every inch of your sensitive walls as he picks up the pace. “I wanna see that pretty face when I ruin you.”

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, but he sees it—sees the way your body shakes, the way your pussy clenches around him like it never wants to let go. His smirk grows.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice rough, his thrusts turning almost brutal. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up, your back arching as pleasure crashes through you, your pussy squeezing him tight. A broken moan escapes your lips, and he curses under his breath, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

“Fuck—” his voice is strained, almost desperate, his cock throbbing inside you. He buries himself as deep as he can go, pushing past the tight clench of your walls, his pace growing erratic. “Gonna fill you up, baby. You want that?”

You nod frantically, your mind foggy with pleasure, your body still shaking. “Y-Yeah,” you whisper, voice hoarse. “Want it.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, low and guttural, his hips jerking as he spills inside you, filling you with thick ropes of his cum. He stays there for a moment, buried to the hilt, breathing heavy, before his thumb lazily circles your clit again, making you jolt.

“You thought I was done?” he chuckles, his cock still hard inside you. His grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls back, teasing you with slow, shallow thrusts. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”

Your whole body feels boneless, trembling under him, but he doesn’t let you rest—not when your pussy is still clenching around him, so warm, so tight, still desperate for more even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.

“You’re shakin’, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers over your stomach, pressing down just enough to make you feel the way his cock is still buried inside you, so deep it almost hurts. “But look at that—your greedy little pussy’s still suckin’ me in.”

You whimper, trying to squirm away, but his big hands grab your hips, pinning you down with ease. He tsks, amusement thick in his voice. “Where d’you think you’re going, sweetheart?” His grip tightens, fingers pressing bruises into your soft skin. “You wanted my cock so bad—now you’re gonna take it.”

Your breath catches when he pulls back, teasing, letting only the thick head of his cock stretch you open before slamming all the way back in, knocking the air from your lungs. Your legs shake, another weak whimper slipping past your lips, but he only smirks, watching the way your tits bounce with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck—so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, reaching up to grab a handful of your hair, tugging your head back so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, hungry. “You feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am? Like I was made to fuck you like this.”

You can’t speak, can’t think—just moan as he rolls his hips, grinding deep, the fat head of his cock pressing against that sweet spot inside you over and over. His free hand moves to your throat, not squeezing, just pressing, keeping you right where he wants you.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he mutters, his voice dripping with amusement. “All fucked-out and dumb on my cock.” His grip on your throat tightens slightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Bet you can’t even talk right now.”

He’s right. You can’t. Your lips part, a broken moan escaping, and he chuckles, smug. “That’s what I thought.”

Your pussy clenches around him, your clit throbbing, and he notices—of course he notices. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers circling your swollen clit in tight, teasing motions.

“Yeah? You like when I talk to you like that, huh?” His voice is low, teasing, his fingers moving faster. “Such a desperate little thing.”

Your body is too sensitive, too overwhelmed, but you can’t stop yourself from rolling your hips up into his touch, chasing another high. He groans, watching you, his cock twitching inside you.

“Look at you—so fuckin’ needy for me,” he mutters, leaning down until his lips brush against your ear. “Gonna come again, aren’t you? So easy. So fuckin’ easy for me.”

Your mind blanks as the pleasure slams into you, your pussy squeezing him tight, making him curse under his breath. His hips snap against yours faster, rougher, his cock bullying your tight, wet walls as he chases his own release.

“Shit—gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he growls, his thrusts turning erratic, harder, deeper. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

You cry out, barely able to handle the overstimulation, your body trembling beneath him as he slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you. His grip on your throat loosens as he groans, his breath ragged, “Fuckin’ hell finally I bred this pussy good.”

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[dumbbitchgalore]

Old Man!Price has a thing for pretty little things.

He'd be the type of soldier to randomly pick up a dandelion or random weed flowers, inspecting it closely before crushing it in his calloused palm as if he was not admiring it a moment ago.

And you're no exception.

Pretty and perfect. An invitation for corruption as if you're begging to be ruined, shown no mercy and totally under his control. You're perfect for it, almost too perfect as if reality is playing a cruel trick on him by putting you into his arms. It was too easy, very easy but John doesn’t complain. He knows better than to fuck up a good thing by overthinking. 

John holds your nose closed, stopping you from breathing for a moment. He tsks you at your feeble attempt to take his whole length and currently you are paying the price. Eyes glaciated with struggle, slobbering down his length, your drool dripping onto your tits- a perfect display of submission, compliance. 

“I told you you couldn’t take me all the way but you just had to argue with me, didn’t you?” John says, his voice dark and glazed with authority. 

You let out a pathetic, muffled whimper, your gaze filled with apology and regret. He lets go of your nose allowing you to get a breath of air as you pull away from his cock breathing heavily and babbling a series of ‘I’m sorry’s’. 

John sighs as tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

“I’ll give you one more chance, dollface. Open wide.” 

You part your lips hesitantly, scared of disappointing him. John pushes his leaking cock past your lips, your tongue instinctively darting out to lick the tip, gathering his pre-cum as you savour the taste of his salty goodness. A soft moan of satisfaction leaves your mouth as you try your best to take him fully. 

John shudders, groaning, his eyes screwed shut. Damn it, he didn’t want you to do that, he was gonna end up cumming and at his age, there was no way he could be ready for another around straight after. 

He grips the armrest trying to think of anything else other than his pretty babe sucking his cock so bloody well. 

Ponies… Beer… Shit- No, beer makes me horny… the SAS… military life… my birdie sending me a boudoir album on our first anniversary when I was away- Lake… Lake house… Holiday… Birdie in lingerie… pretty boobs, soft, warm… Wait, no- Ah, fuck…

He gives up as he feels the impending coil about to snap. Grabbing the back of your head, he shoves his whole length in not caring about your comfort. Your nose nuzzles against his dark bush, musky scent engulfing you. John cums, cums so hard that it makes you gag and spill out of your mouth. 

You pull away panting, swallowing what remains of him. Looking up at him, you raise an eyebrow at the sudden loss of John’s control. He laid back, spent and heaving with his arm covering his eyes. 

“Let's go to a lake house, Birdie.”

[lovegasmic]

OO1  𖤐 KINTOBER ; CORRUPTION

 toji, sukuna, satoru x f!reader ꒰ tw. manipulation leaning to dub con, age gap ꒱ taglist in the comments.

 𖤐 Megumi’s cute little friend from college who has the hots for Toji, but she’s just too shy and inexperienced to make the first move.

“Megumi and I? no, we’re just friends” is what you had said hours ago, when you so cutely arrived at his doorstep, with bitten lips and a notebook Megumi apparently forgot back at the lecture hall.

and Toji is not dumb not to notice the looks you give him, but it’s not sex all you want, or else you would have jumped on him on the spot, no, you’re a lot more innocent and naive, tugging on your skirt to cover your legs while sitting on his couch.

“is that so? i thought you were a thing” Toji is a lot more loose now, coming to sit next to you, a bit too damn close, and a hand on your knee.

suddenly a cheap porn video starts playing on Toji’s mind, one way too similar to your current situation, you mumbling a weak “we shouldn’t be doing this” while his hand is already sliding underneath your skirt.

his already rock hard cock twitching at the sight of your flustered self, panting for a mere touch on your inner thigh? god, Toji is going to enjoy this so much.

“boys your age don’t treat you like this” a calloused thumb tugs at your bottom lip, all puffy from your teeth digging on it, “are you going to be good for me, doll?” but can you really refuse? with the way the man towers over you, having you laying on your back, all flustered, panting with a lustful yet shy look on your eyes, one that Toji wants to turn into sheer submission.

Megumi’s not usually home, and although this detail should annoy his father, right now, the older is much happy about it, grateful that his son does not have to witness the way your puffy pussy lips part to greet the sticky, condom covered bulbous head of his cock, teasing, poking against your hole as if to taunt you to whimper louder.

“Toji...” sounds so heavenly how you moan his name, with a weak hand pushing on his lower abdomen, “we... shouldn’t...” is a weak complaint.

yet he does not even respond, almost forcefully sliding his tip into your tight cunt, grumbling at the sensation of your soft walls welcoming every fat inch, “you’re taking it well, doll” he smirks down at you, brutishly brushing your damp hair back in an attempt to be kind for a second, instead of just ravaging your insides.

your trembles, sobs and mewls all go straight to his balls, taut and full, forcefully slapping against your pussy with each thrust, no showing any signs of mercy even through your hiccuping moans, you’re enjoying it, soaking his cock down the couch, pussy fluttering and sucking him deeper with those pleading eyes of yours, dumb, gone just from some good cock.

with Toji’s large, broad chest pressing you down, forcing your hips to tilt up slightly, no one can blame you for getting cockdrunk, barely managing to squeal through the tongue shoving down your throat, “that’s an obedient girl” he chuckles, enjoying how you finally stopped mumbling comments over how this was wrong, now just focusing on soaking Toji’s balls with your creamy cunt.

 𖤐 the new sorcerer from the outskirts of town, with sparkling eyes, hopes and a dream. truly pathetic to Sukuna, to be honest, all humans are pathetic and a waste or time. but why has he gone so quiet after getting a glimpse from inside Yuuji’s body.

obsessed is not a proper word, he’s not curious either, but there’s something about you that Sukuna wants to ruin so bad, he wants... needs to break your spirit and those sparkling eyes of yours.

it kind of fucks you up how the curse seem to stop talking when you’re around, Yuuji himself telling how how odd it was for Sukuna not to pester you too.

little did you know it was all part of a plan to lure you into his domain, not even giving you a second to process what was happening, having your defenses down and much easier to manipulate, such a terrible idea for a sorcerer.

“aren’t you so naive?” his hand squeezes your cheeks together, tone mocking right against your face, “did no one teach you not to let your guard down? useless human”

embarrassment, fear and awe all burn through your veins, what did you really wish to achieve? truth was that Sukuna’s lack of interest in you only made you... needier, needy for at least some reassurance.

the curse is not foreign to how your skin heats under his big fingers, how your eyes shine uncharacteristically, this situation was not what you expected, but it will do.

“say it again, loud and clear” a low and deep rumble against your ear, keeping your back tightly pressed against his chest with an arm around your neck, mercilessly sliding that thick cock in and out of your soaked pussy.

“t—haaah, thank... you, l-lord Sukuna...!” you’re a mess, an utter mess of saliva and tears rolling down your face to soak his arm where your nails dig into for support, almost dizzy from the lack of air and the way Sukuna’s cock presses just beautifully against the firm spot inside your cunt.

the man didn’t expect for you to be so willing, but those cute eyes of yours, begging to get fucked, got the best of him. with all his hands on you, groping, squeezing nipples and ass, all wherever he can touch and angle your soft hips to take more and more of his cock inside, almost making it impossible for you to breathe from how deep it hits, thankful that his whole strength is keeping you up, balanced on your tiptoes or else you would have fallen long ago, now all you had to do was to take whatever he has left in store for you.

 𖤐 you are not Satoru’s student, but that does not mean he can’t have some fun with you.

you’re a bit too naive, aren’t you? sulking in silence at a bad grade, you’re grown, among the oldest students at Tokyo’s jujutsu tech, yet you’re in your own world, not even realizing it’s Satoru fucking up your student score.

call him a dick, whatever, you will never find out. and instead, come to his arms with a pout, asking for help to raise your grades.

a threat to stop giving you missions, or worse, sending you back home was more than enough to make you desperate.

you are so pretty when asking for help, something Satoru knew was not common, but now, you just need someone’s help, or at least some advice, and the mere thought that the white haired was your first option makes his cock throb.

“no matter what I do, it’s never enough for Yaga!” you poor thing, thinking you’re not good enough for your teacher, but Yaga is way too slow with technology as to realize your grades are strangely lower than they should, maybe he should not trust Satoru with them.

but it does not matter, because you let him touch you, you let him place you up his desk with such care you feel your face burning, setting between your thighs with kind and reassuring words, “Yaga is an idiot for not realizing how talented you are” Satoru’s voice is so low it’s almost a whisper that brushes past your ears, the same way his knuckles brush through your jawline and down your collarbone.

but you’re a sucker for those compliments, “do you believe so?” so cute, so pliant, with eyes twinkling and all.

“of course, angel...” he gauges in your reaction first, getting just a tiny squirm in return with breath hitching, “you are perfect”

it should not be a surprise to find you, merely minutes later, with his tongue down your throat and two knuckles deep into your squelching cunt, with his remaining hand squeezing your thighs and ass as if trying to leave prints of his fingers on your skin, making you ache so you remember him later.

your initial idea of seeking for help from Satoru all got drowned with his good the tips of his fingers dragged up and down your soaked walls, taking with him copious amounts of slick that just added onto the lewd sound, making a mess on the wood desk that squeaked just barely.

he’s just too good, and you’re so eager to cum that there’s not a coherent thought behind those eyes, glossy, staring in love at his own blue eyes while gushing cum all over his digits and palm.

[enhard]

enhypen’s kinks <3 (MDNI)

CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, usage of wax, spanking, lots of dacryphilia 😵‍💫, rough sex/soft sex, body worship, blindfolding, praising/degrading, hair pulling, usage of toys, usage of petnames, squirting, sub!sunoo (lmk if i missed anything), everything is consensual

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i do not write smut with riki

wc: 2.6k words ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⠀ 𓂃۶ৎ members under the cut, enjoy!

이 희승 - Heeseung - wax play, bondage, breeding

There’s a reason why Heeseung always keeps rope in his nightstand. When he considers you’re acting too bratty for your own good, he just ties you up completely to the bed, looking at you while smiling. You can barely move now, but there’s nothing you love more than him seeing you so submissive like this. With your legs tied constantly open for him and your hands above your head he can’t handle not examining your pretty body every time this happens. One thing you both love doing is getting some safe candle wax you can use while you’re tied up. You’re laying so helpless there under him, you can do nothing but just wait for him to untie you if anything. He’d tie those ropes so tight around your body until they left red marks on you.

He melts the wax onto your skin, starting with your chest then moving down to your stomach, the hot wax dripping in coins on your sensitive skin. You hiss a bit from the sensation, trying to stay as still as you can. The wax prolongs your body until it finally cools off. Too bad that until the wax he poured cools, he pours some more onto your nipple. That one really makes you jump and seeing you like that just makes him wanna continue even more. This goes on for so long, until you’re covered in hardened wax that he can just take off, so he has a clean canvas again.

“You look so pretty covered in this stuff, princess” he smiles. You slightly nod while looking into his eyes. “Keep going then, cover me in wax then cover me in your cum, won’t you?” Your words went to his pants rather than his ears, getting this burning determination to do exactly that.

When you’re covered in hot wax again and again, he finally puts it down to break your insides. He thrusts into you while grabbing onto your wax covered tits, the wax popping off from him grabbing so violently. He’d pound into you while you make out with him, trying so hard not to make much noise. He’d end up using you just like a toy, while you’re laying still with no way to move, he’d cum on you over and over, his first orgasm would be inside you, as he prefers filling you up rather than anything else. His greatest desire is breeding you multiple times, absolutely filling your pussy full just to make sure you know who owns it.

As his cum oozes out of you, he would push it back in with the tip of his cock, thrusting into you again, cum getting all over his dick and balls. You completely lose your mind at this point, having shaking orgasms every few minutes or so. After that, he ends up getting 2 more cumshots on you, his milky cum leaking all over your upper body.

“Fucking hell Heeseung, you’re damn good at this.” You pant. “Oh, am I? … Wanna do it again?” he says while grabbing your face.

박 제이 - Jay - rough sex, dacryphilia, spanking

Spanking must be one of Jay’s favorite things to do to you. He goes crazy when he got you lying down on his lap while he gets to slap your ass over and over again until it turns bright red. The way your skin jiggles under his palm is a sight he never forgets, focusing on your wet pussy shaking with each slap. Sometimes he’d stay there for a long time fondling your cheeks, or your favorite part, paying more attention to your pussy that’s waiting for some love too.

Not only that, but when he gets the occasion to fuck you rough, he can’t bring himself to stop. He’d have no mercy for your hole, even if you’re whining and crying. Beg for more, you get more. He loves pinning you down, loves showing his dominance over you. There’s just something about grabbing your wrists with one hand and keeping them above your head while he fucks you. He forces you to have eye contact with him, if you take your eyes away he will stop and turn you around to spank you over and over.

He loves seeing you cry from being overstimulated. Those tears rolling down your cheeks to your chin just make his head spin. “You look so fucking hot crying like that, love” he says, grabbing your chin with his hand.

“Please…slower I can’t take… it..” you cry out. He shushes you, continuing to fuck you just as hard. You really start sobbing, trying your best to look at him through it all. You love when you have softer sex together, when he kisses your body, cuddles you while giving you slow strokes.. but you also love this part of him so much. He’s so attractive on top of you doing all this, being so rough with you and instead of slow kisses, he shoves his tongue in your mouth like you’ll never kiss again.

“Crying cause you want more, hm? I’ll give you more sweetheart. You’re the cutest.” he says softly suddenly.

You can only hum, while your lips get pouty for him.

When he’s close to cumming he’d stop himself just to make you finish first. It really doesn’t take long until you’re a mess under him. After he’s satisfied with your pleads, he’ll pull out and cum all over your stomach, while your eyes are red and wet from your tears.

심 제이크 - Jake - praising, soft sex, body worship

Jake just cannot take his eyes off you. He considers you the most perfect person in this world, not only personality wise, but also when you’re under him with your legs spread, your body glistening under the moonlight. He loves your body like nobody else could.

He’d come up behind you when you’re dressing up just to grab your waist and kiss your shoulder. “Sweet girl, you look stunning today.” Normally you would just awkwardly smile at him but now you felt like he needed a better reaction. Give him exactly what he loves.

He slowly raises your legs up to have better access to thrust into you. He starts off slow for you, letting you adjust. He presses his hand down on your lower stomach letting you feel him even better inside you. He slightly moans feeling your dripping pussy around him, resisting the urge to let out even louder noises.

“Oh…you’re perfect... princess.” He picks his pace up a bit, still trying his best to make you feel good. You tilt your head while furrowing your eyebrows, while wrapping your legs around his neck getting so desperate now. “Please... fuck me harder jake. You’re thrusting into… me so... good…” you whine. He coos, keeping the pace he’s at while whispering praises at you.

“Such a good girl, you’re taking me so well” as his fat cock plunges in and out of you, driving you insane with each thrust. He succeeds in making you lose your mind with some vanilla sex. You can’t say this isn’t reassuring to you. He loves moments like these where he gets to fuck you in cute ways, no crazy stuff overall, just lots and lots of praising and appreciation for your body.

“Oh my— I’m gonna cum soon... please.” You say desperately. He’s happy to help, but one thing about jake no matter what is that he loves to tease you, he’ll keep you on the edge for a while, calling you all sorts of names. “Come on princess, you can do this” he says, while denying your orgasm a fourth time. When he finally lets you cum, he can’t stop smiling. You squirting all over him while leaving out the lewdest sounds is something he always hoped for. He turns feral when he gets close to his release, then he’s ready to pull his condom off his dick just to cum inside you, what a waste that was, right?

박 성훈 - Sunghoon - rough sex, degradation, blindfolding

The first time you and Sunghoon tried blindfolding it really stuck with him. The way he had so much trust in you to let you blindfold him and make him feel amazing. He loves degrading you, calling you the nastiest names he can come up with, though he loves getting degraded too. He also loves pinning you down and fucking you up while you can do nothing but leave sounds, dragging his cock in and out of you so rough it’ll make you grab the sheets with all your strength. This time was different though.

He’d lay down, hands tied above his head while the black laced blindfold was tied tightly around his eyes. While on top of him, you gently grab the base of his cock, slightly jerking it. You throw your head forward to spit on it, fisting his dick harder now. His full lips parted due to the pleasure, grasping his hands together tighter.

“Fucking bitch.” He groans, buckling his hips into your hand trying to get more. Your stomach twists in all ways to his words, making you stroke him harder and harder. He leans his head back, licking his lips at the sensation.

You start getting rougher with your strokes, even handling his balls with your other hand, squeezing and massaging them to the best of your ability. “How’s this love? Feel good?” you smile. He slightly nods, his hair bouncing a bit with his head movements. “Feels amazing...you’re such a slut... fuck...” he moans out. You stop stroking him to squeeze his tip a few times, whole shots of precum lingering down his length. You rub your index finger against the slit, his most sensitive part, the precum following your finger every time you pull away. His moans get so much louder, not being able to handle it anymore. You continue rubbing him until he cums, letting out so much at once from refraining himself to cum a few times. He cums all over your hand while his mouth makes the sweetest sounds. You wanted to edge him a little bit but seems like he couldn’t stop thrusting up into your hand, therefore he came too early for your liking. You pull away from his balls, grabbing onto the base of his hardened dick again keeping it in place, while slapping it with your other hand multiple times. He jumps a few times from your sudden action, but he doesn’t want you to stop either. He lets out “ah” ‘s every time you hit his cock, the pain making him want to cry.

“Did I tell you to cum? Smack. Did I give you permission... hm? Smack. You think you can do what you want? You can’t cum until I let you. Smack.”

He starts whining, something you’ve never seen him do before. His voice cracks with each smack, his tip getting redder than it usually is.

This would continue for hours, and when you both finally finished, while taking his blindfold off you noticed he started crying during it. Seeing him like that was so hot, and you both repeated it again when you got the chance.

김 선우 - Sunoo - hair pulling, being submissive, blowjobs

Sunoo can dominate you anytime you want, but one thing he loves is being submissive all for you. You also enjoy making him feel good, enforcing some rules for him to follow.

You haven’t done this in a while therefore you missed it. This time you just made him lay down on your bed, while taking his dick in your hand. You give him slow strokes while looking up to see his reaction. He slightly moans, grabbing your wrist but you smack his hand away. “No touching love, be a good boy and stay still.” He sighs, letting you do what you want.

You spit on his cock multiple times, really coating it and leaning in to take it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck him all off even better while he starts moaning. You can never go wrong with a sloppy blowjob; another thing that makes him go crazy. He lets you suck him off to your own pace, but he can’t resist not grabbing your hair during so.

Now on his third orgasm, he’s too overstimulated to talk. He starts begging for you stop but little does he know you’re not stopping until he cums a fourth time. He pulls even harder on your hair, the pain making it hard for you to continue, but you can feel him get closer, therefore you’re not stopping.. no matter how much you’re gagging on him right now. “Please…I can’t... p... pull away” he whines. You start humming, disagreeing with his statement. You succeed in making him finish again, he doesn’t cum as much as the first time but it’s all down your throat now. You finally pull away, panting to catch your breath again. His dick starts twitching, still whining while letting go of your hair.

“You’re so cute when you’re submissive” you smile at him. He gets a little red, grabbing your cheek to look at you clearly. “I love you...” he closes his eyes to rest a bit.

From then on you did it way more often than you could imagine.

양 정원 - Jungwon - toys, squirting, humiliation

One thing Jungwon loves is using a vibrator on you. He would stick it on your clit while fingering you with his other hand, seeing you fall apart on him. He would keep going until you ended up squirting all over him. You would both do this in the comfort of your own home, but he could only dream of putting a small vibrator in your panties before going out just to tease you the whole night.

He chose to rub it up and down on the highest setting while you struggled to talk, grabbing onto his bicep to make him slow down. He’s obviously stronger than you, so your attempt to fight back doesn’t even phase him. “Such a stupid whore, you think you can just get me to stop, huh?” he says. You plead him to stop, whining and crying while your thighs are shaking. He stops at your clit again, keeping it there putting more pressure as time goes on. “Please jungwon...slow i…it down I can’t..”

He slaps your mouth, continuing to keep that vibrator on you. “Stop complaining or I might tape your mouth.”

On your second orgasm, you crack. You can’t do it anymore, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop. You grab onto the sheets, closing your eyes tight. “Why are you so whiny when you wanted this? Sit still, should I tie you up instead?” he slaps your thigh. You shake your head “sorry…so...sorr-“ but your words get cut off by a moan, when Jungwon begins thrusting into you again, pulling out beforehand after your first orgasm. He loves destroying you like this, and despite your reactions you love it too. He wants to make you cum as many times he can.

He can’t stop degrading and humiliating you while doing so too, to call you so many names and get mad at you when you act in a way he doesn’t like. He knows how to make you feel so good, a bit too good. When he gets you like this you know it’s gonna be a longgg night.

He finally pulls out and turns the vibrator off when you squirt on him a third time. Even though he acted like this with you the whole time, he never fails to give you the best aftercare you’ve got.

[prettyinsophie]

Friends with benefits! Sevika who always crashes at your place without warning or even a knock at this point. She just welcomes herself in and wherever she finds you in your crappy apartment it’s where she ends up fucking you senseless.

Your bed, the kitchen, the couch, or in the middle of a shower. She doesn’t care what you’re doing as long as she can take you the second she makes an appearance.

You’re her favorite toy, the only one she knows would let her take all her stress and frustration out on. You’re so deliciously submissive for her and don’t even put up a fight. You just take it like a good girl- her good girl.

It’s routine at this point: having her coming over late at night with her shimmer strap under her pants, aching to pound into you until you see stars and squirt enough to feed all the thirsty Zaunites of Undercity.

You’re hers. Everyone knows that. The usual handsy junkies at the Last Drop would never dare to touch you with Sevika watching over you like a hawk while you work your shitty job there.

“Fuckin’ hell, love how your sweet pussy swallows my cock. You like it? Being my sex doll for me to wear down whenever I want?” She’d grunt right in your ear while she fucks you right on the counter, with your bare tits squeezed against the harsh surface and your arousal dripping down your thighs as she thrusts like you were the one who pissed her off all day.

And you’d be able to only moan pathetically in response, your words cut off by each tough shove from her hips.

Friends with benefits! Sevika who is fucking obsessed with you to an unhealthy extent. She’s endeared by your soft skin. Plush lips that end up swollen and red after kissing and biting them, or even after you suck her dick. Luscious cunt that weeps over something as minimal as devouring your mouth while she pulls on your hair or gropes your tits. Oh, your fucking sweet tits that fit perfectly in the palms of her hands; all hers to knead, grope, slap and bite as she pleases.

Friends with benefits! Sevika who can’t stop thinking about you all day. If she’s playing cards; she’s thinking about the way she’s going to celebrate her victory. If she’s beating the shit out of some scumbag; she’s thinking about what you’re doing while she gets her hands dirty. You consume her day, night, dreams. You’re in every corner of her mind like a plague that won’t leave.

Friends with benefits! Sevika who at some point realized she doesn’t want to share you with anyone, but is too proud and goddamn stubborn to admit it out loud. So she growls countless times that you’re hers and you’ll be damned if you find someone else. Hoping that’s good enough of a confession for you to stay attached to her.

[adieutristana]

aftercare headcanons; arcane women x fem! reader

dipping my toes into nsfw stuff… i doubt i’ll ever write anything about the act of sex itself but i thought this would be sweet

summary; headcanons of what aftercare would be like with arcane women and fem! reader.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn.

tags/warnings; fluff, no explicit nsfw, but VERY suggestive, praise, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of poor mental health

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is very energetic somehow. several rounds, and she’s still bouncing off the walls? of course, she’s breathless and flushed, droplets of sweat on her body, but she’s somehow just as chaotic as ever. it’s like nothing changed. also very giggly. sex gives her a rush, and she’s feeling the effects of that especially after the fact.

✧.* a tease. she’ll tell you how good you did for her, how much she loved hearing those pretty sounds you made, but she didn’t know you were that desperate. or how you were so quick to give into her bratty tendencies, indulging her with just one look of those shimmering magenta eyes. the way she begged and teased you and commanded you even while submissive doing unimaginable things to you. you couldn’t help yourself, could you?

✧.* “am i just that irresistible, huh, toots? it didn’t take much to rile you up.”

✧.* incredibly touchy. it’s no secret that jinx loves the physical contact, she needs to be somehow touching you at all times. it gives her a sense of peace, knowing you’re there and you’re real and you love her. in several ways, you serve as jinx’s sanctuary without even meaning to.

✧.* so during aftercare, she’s clinging to you, brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, pressing warm kisses to your lips, tangling your limbs as she holds you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. taking you into her lap and holding you impossibly close to her chest as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

✧.* you’re gonna have to redo her braids. they’re a right mess after your activities, and while jinx isn’t particularly bothered by that, she’ll pretend she is. secretly, she just loves the feelings of your hands on her scalp, fingers carefully combing through her locks and braiding it.

✧.* no doubt you’re left with several bite marks and hickeys afterward. on your neck, collarbones, chest, inner thighs… sitting there and admiring her work as you’re laid beside her. just admiring her masterpiece, she says.

✧.* “what, you fancy yourself some sort of artist?” you’d tease.

✧.* “the best damn artist there is.”

✧.* even though she’s super energetic, i do think jinx would like being doted on during aftercare. run her a warm bath (she’ll demand you get in, though), get her a glass of water, maybe even make her something to eat. she won’t verbalize it, but her soft smile will make it clear that jinx appreciates it.

✧.* strangely chatty as well. jinx loves talking to you, that’s not out of the ordinary. but during aftercare, she just wants to talk, and talk, and talk. praise you, and praise you, and praise you.

vi;

✧.* out like a damn light. it takes a lot out of vi, so she’ll be able to manage staying awake for a few minutes maximum. holding you in her arms, laying her head on your lap- either way, she falls asleep rather quickly.

✧.* on the odd occasion that vi isn’t tired after your activities, she’ll pull you into her lap and just… stare at you. admire you. it may sound weird, but vi is just incredibly glad to have you. she considers herself lucky. she just wants to look at you.

✧.* “don’t mind me, baby. you’re just so damn pretty.”

✧.* one or both of you is sore after the fact. run vi a bath when she wakes up, maybe with some epsom salt. she might grumble about getting in, claiming she doesn’t need to be taken care of, but seeing her muscles relax as she eases into the warm water tells you everything you need to know.

✧.* if it’s you who’s sore, vi has methods for treating that. being a fighter, someone with strength like she does, she’s pulled many muscles in her life. she’s got a muscle relaxing cream, ice, hell, she’ll (try to) give you a massage. anything to make you feel better. she does worry, after all.

✧.* you’re marked to hell and back. vi just adores seeing proof of her love on your body. however, she’ll be a bit embarrassed if you go out in public with them. in her mind, those marks are for her eyes only. queue vi tossing you a turtleneck or a scarf, or asking if you could try to cover it with makeup.

✧.* holds you close to her while she sleeps. vi needs that feeling of security and the reassurance, she always says that she sleeps better when you’re with her. her slow breaths against your bare chest, sturdy arms wrapping around your waist, grumbling softly in her sleep about… something. you can’t quite make it out.

✧.* “sleepy… you gonna hold me while i drift off?”

✧.* probably takes a swig or two out of a flask after the fact because i think vi would become a bit self-conscious afterward- not necessarily insecure, but more self-aware. if that makes sense

✧.* the morning after especially, vi is soooo so clingy. now that she’s fully awake and functioning she’s peppering kisses all over your face and neck, holding you close to her, telling you how amazing you were the night prior. how much she loves you.

✧.* will probably insist that you stay in bed so she can make you breakfast. she’s a surprisingly good cook, after having to fend for herself and her little sister at such a young age.

✧.* vi is just caring. she wants to be gentle to you after the fact.

mel;

✧.* the sweetest, most doting woman during aftercare. mel prefers things to be slow and sensual, to profess her love to you. aftercare is no different.

✧.* taking you into her lap or vice versa, putting her head in the crook of your neck, slow, lingering kisses that leave your head spinning, running her soft hands through your hair, little praises whispered into your skin as she kisses your face, your neck, your collarbones..

✧.* mel goes the entire nine yards to make sure that you feel taken care of. she’ll run a bath for you and even toss in flower petals. she’ll grab you water even if you don’t ask for it, she’ll ask you if you need anything- a towel, tea, a meal. even if you insist that you’re okay, mel will probably do almost all of those things for you. it’s just in her nature to want to help people, why would she not want to take care of her girlfriend?

✧.* “are you sure you don’t want me to brew some tea? you look tired, dearest.”

✧.* probably will want to read afterwards. she’ll have you snuggled in her lap or laying on her chest with her back slightly propped up, reading a novel in silence, basking in your presence. mel is focused, but it’s clear that your company makes all of the difference. she’ll read out loud to you if you ask her, but she thinks you’ll fall asleep if she does. (don’t worry if you do, she finds it cute)

✧.* mel is just so attentive. she never wants you to feel as if you aren’t loved by her and she’ll do absolutely anything you ask her for. she knows how tired you must be, and despite her own exhaustion, she’ll do whatever possible to help you wind down. she’ll open a window if you need fresh air, she’ll get you fresh blankets, help you straighten up your hair, anything.

✧.* probably lights a few candles if she didn’t already, before intimacy. her room always smells incredible.

✧.* doesn’t seem like the type to leave marks to me, she’d just tire you out and vice versa.

✧.* “just one more kiss, darling. oh, who am i kidding? plenty more.”

✧.* just whispering so many sweet nothings against your skin- your chest, your neck, anywhere. soft praises like, ‘you’re so beautiful, dearest,’ or ‘you’re incredible,’ things of that sort. her voice is smooth like honey and just as sweet.

✧.* at least you’re not too worn out. mel is merciful and won’t push you beyond your limits, much preferring the intimacy and slowness. taking her time with you and enjoying it for what it is, enjoying you for what you are. aftercare is arguably her favorite part.

sevika;

✧.* yeah… good luck walking after the fact. at the very least, sevika will make sure to get you anything you need. water, definitely. maybe cough drops to ease your throat. a towel, a little something to keep you fed. she doesn’t say much during these acts, but it’s clear that sevika cares and wants you to feel the best you can.

✧.* just very, very gentle towards you. after making sure you’ve got all your bases covered in terms of care, she’ll lay down next to you, lighting a cigar and humming. looking over at you every now and again, just admiring your face. her eyes filled with warmth and a slight smile playing at her lips, sevika absolutely adores you. gods, how did she get so lucky?

✧.* actually pretty clingy. sevika will ask that you let her spoon you, sit on her lap, rest your head on her chest as you listen to the soft thrumming of her heartbeat. something. it grounds her in the moment and a moment of stillness, away from the constant chaos and disorder of her day-to-day life. she really doesn’t care how sweaty you are or how messed up your hair or makeup or (what’s left of) your clothes, she just wants to be close to you.

✧.* “come on, pretty girl. you gonna leave me all by myself over here, hm?”

✧.* on the subject of having trouble walking, sevika does not want you to move off the bed, the couch, wherever. if you really need to get up to get something, she’ll get it for you. if you need a bath, she’ll run it and carry you, gently setting you down in the tub. your muscles will no doubt be sore in the morning and fatigue will take you, the last thing that sevika wants is for you to put your body through even more.

✧.* “relax, dove. i’ve got ya covered, just let me take care of you, okay?”

✧.* sevika does get pretty tired herself, but she’ll draw her energy out as long as possible to get a little more time with you. when sleep does take her, though, she’s clinging to you and she’s out. have fun waking her up in the morning.

✧.* smells of cigar smoke, maybe a bit of whiskey and of course, sweat. but it’s strangely charming. sevika has a way of making everything work, and it’s the way she’s so confident that makes you fall for her over and over again. maybe clean her up a bit, though.

✧.* she won’t admit it, but she will enjoy if you look after her at least a little bit. even if it’s just wiping her down with a towel or running your fingers through her dark hair while giving her sweet little compliments.

✧.* the morning after is slow, and she’ll undoubtedly be up later than you are. brew her a cup of coffee, maybe press your lips to her forehead delicately to wake her up. sevika will be more than appreciative.

caitlyn;

✧.* also very attentive. she does want to take care of herself, so she’ll get herself freshened up in the shower (and invite you in), make sure she’ll be somewhat presentable in the morning. but she also does want to take care of you. she’ll be so clingy. brushing your neck and jawline and cheeks with plush lips, humming into your skin.

✧.* probably not very talkative. the silence isn’t awkward or tense, instead it’s comfortable. caitlyn will let her actions speak for her instead of speaking, although she does make sure to give a few gentle compliments to you.

✧.* “you did so well, you know that? yeah, absolutely amazing, darling.”

✧.* caitlyn probably put on a record before taking you, crackling, soft music filling the room during and after. it’s relaxing to her, being able to relax to music and enjoy your presence while you’re cuddled up next to her. staring into lapis eyes, smiling so softly. it brings caitlyn both tranquility and joy simultaneously, something she didn’t know she could feel before meeting you.

✧.* please brush through caitlyn’s hair, maybe even massage her scalp a little or wash her hair. she will positively melt under your touch, tense shoulders dropping and a sigh escaping her.

✧.* very smiley afterward. not a cheesy grin or full, toothy smile, but just something soft. you can tell just how content she is by one look at her face, especially while she’s looking at you. coming to cup your cheek and run the pad of her thumb over it, the corners of her lips tugging upwards.

✧.* caitlyn waits until you’re asleep to go to sleep herself. whether that be you in her arms, her in your arms, she doesn’t have a preference. caitlyn just wants to know that you’re okay, you’re resting well before she indulges herself in the same thing. yes, she does want to take care of her own needs, but she’s particular about this.

✧.* doesn’t matter how late it gets or how tired she is, she’ll force herself awake. probably not a healthy choice, but it’s what she does.

✧.* although i said she wouldn’t be very talkative during aftercare, she probably will whisper to you while you sleep. maybe the fact that you’re at peace is what prompts her to do it, maybe it’s that you look so damn cute.

✧.* “tired you out, did i? mm… that’s okay. i like having you like this, honestly.”

[dooberific]

❝𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢.❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre/warnings: suggestive, nsfw mentions, he’s just a boy loser guys idk what you want me to say

summary: you are order, and he is chaos. He thinks you’re his type, and you think he deserves a good tease for the trouble he’s caused you.

wc: 1.8k

Asaba Harumasa was convinced that Deputy Chief Tsukishiro had made up her mind to finally put an end to his existence.

Now sure he liked to skimp on his paperwork every now and then, or call out sick for multiple days in a row, or do whatever he could to clock out early, or fall asleep at his desk (all things he firmly understands don’t help his case), but this? Convincing the Chief to let her handpick an “executive assistant” to run the Section 6 office like a real prison? He was sure it violated some law against war crimes and torture.

You were everything his existence in the unit contradicted and he knew it from the moment you stepped through the doors of their suite in a perfectly pressed skirt suit and a terrifyingly cool expression on your face.

It was like Yanagi spawned a twin of herself, one that’s sole purpose was to work every kink in the system out by force and relieve the paperwork load so effectively that even the dedicated Deputy Chief was able to clock out of work on time. Your critique was swift and harsh, and the execution of your corrections to the administrative side of their work just as damning. Within a week the sound of your heels clicking on the tiles was enough to draw a fear response out of him and Soukaku (though she was spared more of your wrath and gained your affections, further solidifying his theory that you are yanagi’s more evil twin).

You were order. You were dependable. You were the warden of a paper prison that ruled with an iron fist.

And you were totally his type.

He didn’t even realize it in the beginning, after all, you were like a monster from one of his nightmares. Very little slipped past your keen eye, forcing him into the submission of not cutting corners and actually doing his job. You were particularly hard on him, but he had to contribute most of that to the fact that he resisted the change as long as he could before he lived in fear of the snap of a folder of incorrect paperwork back onto his desk and a disapproving glare on your face.

Maybe it was the fact that you were never inherently mean about things too. You were very fair and worked diligently to boost morale, he couldn’t count the times you footed the bill for drinks after a big mission, and you always offered praise for improvements. You had everyone’s coffee order memorized too, everyone coming into the office bright and early to a hot coffee or tea of their preference already on their desks next to a neatly printed agenda customized to their schedules. Oh, and those tight little skirts you wore over your sheer stockings certainly didn’t help him to not like you, but that was neither here nor there.

The first to arrive and the last to leave, your dedication pretty much knew no bounds, and that’s exactly how he ended up in the position he was in now.

He had made it through his night shift by the grace of whatever powers existed in the universe, and promptly crashed on the sectional tucked into the corner of the office, choosing not to expend the energy to walk back to his apartment when he would have to be at the office first thing in the morning for a big meeting anyways. The plan was to wake up early enough to hit one of the locker room showers to freshen up and get himself looking half decent.

The plan died immediately upon him snoozing his first alarm. Then it shriveled a little more with the second snooze. The third snooze was him digging the plan up to kill it again. By the fourth time he was basically dancing on the grave of his plan and digging his own grave while he was at it, because there was no plan conceived that involved you showing up early.

It was muscle memory triggered by the click of your heels as you entered the suite that shocked him out of sleep as he practically rocketed upright with bleary eyes and a sleep muddled brain struggling to catch up with his body’s dramatic response. It was enough that you fully paused in your tracks, coffee cup hovering millimeters from your lips as you eyed him with thinly veiled confusion.

“Good morning, Mr. Harumasa.”

“Good morning, Miss (y/n).” He yawned out, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he squinted into the bright office lights.

While you found it humorous to watch the wheels in his brain slowly begin to turn in real time, the brutal hand of time waited for no one and you were nothing if not punctual. Your lips quirked momentarily as you checked the time, eyes darting from your dainty wristwatch back to your dear newly awakened coworker.

Asaba Harumasa’s lack of care for the precision of his work uniform was a hill you had chosen not to die on from the very beginning. You weren’t the dress code police after all, and he wasn’t so dramatically out of regulation that it irked you or anything like that. Most days. But today wasn’t most days, because most days you had a solid hour of silence to prepare for your day, and he would saunter in fashionably late, pass you some lame pickup line, then slink back to his desk where he promptly assumed the look of a kicked puppy until his paperwork was done and he could leave. He had been so methodical about this routine that this disturbance almost took you by surprise.

Almost.

It did bring you a new challenge however. He looked like a total wreck. His hair was matted on one side while the other dramatically cowlicked out in three directions, there were sleep marks on the side of his face from the couch upholstery, his tie was loosely hanging on to one side just pinned enough by his rumpled collar that it hadn’t fully fallen off, his shirt was wrinkled to high heavens and unbuttoned down to his navel revealing a very well sculpted chest, and were those the outline of abs you were seeing—?

You cleared your throat as you averted your eyes, thanking your lucky stars that he was still half clinging to this side of reality. How embarrassing it would have been to be caught practically ogling his body like some degenerate teenager! You are not one to stare, let alone ogle. It was completely uncharacteristic, you were a dedicated administrative assistant after all, you were immune to anything that threatened the routine flow of your workplace.

Right?

Right. Your carefully crafted defenses had not failed you, and it was simply an undiagnosed heart condition that had rendered you breathless every morning for the past three months as you locked yourself in a stall in the women’s bathroom to calm the hot flush that burned your cheeks and the thundering of your heart behind your ribs at the coy tone of his voice as he hammered you with another pick up line before walking away like nothing ever happened.

This was simply a new hurdle to your morning. Nothing more, nothing less, and you had a duty to perform on the behalf of your entire section to ensure the morning went off without a hitch. Definitely no ulterior motives.

You sighed heavily as you set your coffee and bag down on the edge of his desk before propping yourself upon the flat surface, a hand coming down to tap it impatiently.

“You look like a wreck. Come here, Asaba.”

If hearing his surname fall from your pretty painted lips wasn’t a wake up call for his brain enough, the sight of you in all your glory seated upon his desk certainly was. He practically scurried from his spot on the couch to you as if efficiency was going to save him from the wrath of the office warden, electrifying eyes dancing nervously as he attempted to readjust his tie.

“Take it easy on me boss, I had a long night and—,” he never finished his thought as your manicured nails wrapped around his tie, yanking him forward till his hands braced against the desk on either side of you, caging you between him and his own designated workspace.

This close and he could smell the pretty floral undertones of your perfume as he sucked in a shaky breath, eyes blown wide compared to your own ever-cool expression. You met his gaze, stifling the smirk that threatened your lips.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Harumasa? Not feeling chatty this morning?” You pressed, your thighs parting just enough to slot his body between them.

He really hoped there was a merciful god out there somewhere that was orchestrating all of this, cause he was feeling so damn tired but he was ready to die a happy man between your thighs if you’d let him. He swore your skirt had to be a little shorter today ‘cause how else was that lace edge of your stockings peeking out from under the hem of your skirt? If you slid your leg up a little higher he’s sure he’d get a peek of your pretty thigh fat bulging over the edge of the elastic band snuggly bound around your upper thigh.

His fingers twitched as he felt his blood run south at the very thought, catalyzed by the way you leaned in so close, hands running from his chest to his waistband in a sinfully slow manner.

“Oh, don’t tell me no one’s ever…,” your tone was sultry as your breath tickled his ear, your fingers latching around his buckle as you slid your body closer to the edge of the desk, feeling him shudder as he failed to stifle a nervous squeak.

“Helped you get ready?”

He would love to say that he pinned you to his desk and gave you exactly what you were asking for, that he kissed you stupid as he wrestled that damn skirt up just high enough to press aside those lace panties he just knows you love and sink into your pretty cunt and make you beg for him. That your nails left a burning impression down his back that seared his skin as perfectly as the hot kisses that stained the column of his neck every shade of your favorite lipstick. That the office of Section 6 sounded more like a filthy wet dream straight from a porno than a sterile work environment, and that he would never be able to look at his desk without remembering how pretty you looked bent over it crying for him.

There’s a lottttt of things he would love to say. At this point mostly profanities as he blinked stupidly back at you, your hands busy as you neatly fastened his tie all the way up to the base of his throat, his shirt now perfectly tucked and buttoned as well.

You hummed in satisfaction at your work, hands bracing his shoulders as you guided him away from his desk so you could slide gracefully off it yourself, pausing just to smooth your skirt.

“See, isn’t that better?” You said with pride, swiping up your coffee cup as you took a sip, marching to your little desk in the corner as if nothing had ever transpired.

“Now go fix your hair and get ready for the meeting, the others should be arriving soon.” You called over your shoulder, never looking back in fear of your expression cracking at how bewildered he looked.

Oh, he would certainly be fixing something in the bathroom, but his hair was the least of his concerns right now.

Rey 2024, crossposted to ao3

[kinichval]

cw: cockwarming, blowjob, penetration, implied exhibitionism, implied breeding.

pro-valorant player!kinich loves having you sit prettily on his cock while he plays video games with his friends. you're just there, head nuzzled in his neck, arms falling from his shoulders to his back, and pussy warmly wrapped around his dick.

it's so hard not to bounce on it when you can't keep think of anything else but to have his attention, you feel like dying at every second that pass without movement.

kinich is way too occupied with fighting for victory, he's not a loud gamer, but when he drops a few curses here and there—it's sultry and deep, fuck, it makes your pussy flutter and soak his dick with more of your fluids.

each click of his keyboard when his fingers press certain keys burn into your ear drums as if any more of those sounds will send you off the edge and start grinding. sometimes you loathe those noises because why aren't his fingers plunging in you instead? but no—you must resist the urges.

maybe the thick air of heat and undying need to be fucked makes time slower than it actually is, but lucky for you, kinich won't let you wait any longer because when he sees 'victory' on his screen, he relishes on his reward and allows you to finally (and happily) bounce on his cock.

or sometimes pro-valorant player!kinich would love to have you sucking on his cock under his gaming desk while he's fighting for his life (and rank) on a ranked game.

this was a fantasy come true, you were way too shy in admitting this one, but thankfully kinich is just as enticed with the idea as you. the next thing you know, the underside of his desk is cleared up only for you claim residency in.

the pleasure from your mouth is like a wave through his body. his fast paced fingers were slightly offbeat when all that dominates in his mind is how good you feel around him, how pliant and submissive you are as you suck him off; now, it wouldn't be a nice trade if you give him the best head of his life, but he loses this round, no?

he could read the complaints from his teammates that his gameplay is amiss, they don't know if kinich is slacking off or the opponents are actually stronger. but he doesn't care—maybe a little bit, his goal is to reach radiant—when his pretty girl is bobbing her head on his dick and glancing up to him with your pretty doe eyes, it's your way of supporting him as you were not into gaming as much as he does.

the tension in his lower body competes with his beating heart. adrenaline rushes through his veins for two reasons: one more win and victory is theirs, and fuck, he's close to cumming.

and goodness gracious was it a scene out of a movie when 'victory' comes up on his screen as he cums inside the warm cavern of your throat. fuck, that was the best head of his life.

however, when 'defeat' is flashed on his screen right at the last win needed for him to finally get out of immortal, pro-valorant player!kinich wastes no time in putting you in between him and his computer set up. your hands on his desk, shirt bunched up, bottoms down on your ankles, and he's seeking for the comfort of your pussy. but damn, his thrusts are hard and mean, a reflection of his frustration from that bitter loss.

your whines and moans get louder as he hits your sweet spot over and over again. his mic may or may not be still on, but that's the least of your worries right now.

"fuck, can i come inside?"