#took me so long to set it up so prettily

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DI☆MOND BOY. g. satoru

☆ sum. if there’s anything more scarier than a special grade curse to gojo, it’s coming home to his pretty ‘lil wife who’s got a sizzling hot temperature of baby fever.

wc. 8k

warnings. fem! reader, housewife! reader, fluffy smut, unprotected, mention of kids (2), baby fever, brief láctation kink, bóob obsessed gojo, cėrvix mentions, body worship, cunnīlingus, this is where you’re weak right, r has stretch marks, dad! bod gojo, breęding, sqúirting, spitting on it, fingęring, filthy pússy talk, implied multiple rounds, petnames.

an. this is kinda rawdogged, im ugly sobbing to sza, and i think … im a gojo girl now (・・?)

“sweetheaaart?” satoru steps through the doorway, doing a quick scan around the semi-tidy living room that he’s greeted with. turning to lock the door, the heel of his shoe nearly steps onto the edge of a squeaky teething toy. he picks it up, putting it in the basket of other toys with a contempt smile—remembering the kids were staying at your grandparents ‘till the weekend.

still - silence.

satoru scratched his head once you didn’t reply like usual whenever he announced himself. pulling off his coat, his husband instincts kicked in instantaneously. what if - what if, the same questions repeated through his head as he made his way upstairs. his heart’s racing, and as he’s speeding through the narrow hallway, he just hopes his wife’s alright.

but as he twists the croaking handle of the bedroom door, he’s met with you lying on his side of the bed. with a towel underneath you, you’ve got a cute scrunched-up look of frustration as you rub a vibrating wand up and down between your legs. you’re sprawled open—and as you’re whimpering repeatedly, it takes you a long second to realize satoru’s just stiffly standing in the doorway with the dumbest lopsided grin.

“s- satoru!”

“hey, girl,” his eyes avert toward your pretty thighs that trembled, occasionally leering back toward the drenched white towel that sat underneath you. stepping closer, he tossed the bag of toiletries you asked for, hearing it flop near the nightstand. “hey to you too, pretty.” and you pouted, watching as he slowly took the active buzzing toy from your hands.

leaning in, he greets your ankle with a delicate kiss. “ ‘m home, ‘toru’s home.”

his touch, it was forever gentle.

satoru’s lips softly planted against your skin, tilting his head to get a closer look at you - the epitome of looking like a guilty deer in headlights.

cute.

“how was um.. work?” you murmur, trying to ignore the quickening beats of your active heart.

thump after thump after thump and it’s just so loud that you were even starting to hear each pound sound out of your chest and through your ears.

satoru sits up, sliding a part of the blindfold to lift over his left eye.

right away - he’s staring at you with icy-blue eyes that resemble calming waves of crashing tides. long lashes of his flapped prettily as it took in your exposed figure with a single glance.

“was alrigh’,” he hoarsely mumbles before staring at the toy that was propped between your legs just a minute ago—gripping it in his palm. “are we gonna talk about this though?”

“i thought you’d be home later,” you shyly replied, feeling satoru gingerly rest his chin against your bare tummy. your voice sounded so smooth, especially whenever you were a tad bit nervous. he could listen to you all day. “and i never have time to um..”

“play with yourself?” satoru raised a snowy brow, kissing the centre of your stomach.

“mhm.”

“sweetheart, you have me y’know,” he flips a thumb over one of the pink buttons that were on the button, switching it off. the buzzing noise gradually dies down with a ‘powering off’ sound before he sets it aside.

god - you felt so fuckin’ hot.

as he laid close between your legs, showering your skin with ‘i missed you’ kisses — you let off a soft, contempt sigh.

“yeah, but- like, when you aren’t here. i would call you but i don’t wanna do that while you’re working, ‘toru,” and satoru places the edge of his wrist on the side of his cheek, intently listening to you.

his eyes softened - pupils dilating with love, nearly forming into hearts as you spoke. as your sentences continued—you could see tiny dimples forming at each corner of his crooked pink lips. he’s trying so hard not to smile. “. . what?”

satoru sits up before pressing a three-second kiss against your lips. “sweetheart, you can call me while ‘m at work, you know. i don’t mind if it’s you,” and he surprises the left side of your temple with another peck. “even if it’s a text. you’re the only thing that keeps me sane when i’m out trying to save the world.”

“okay,” you replied, cupping his face.

satoru stares deeply into your eyes, and you can already visibly see that smug grin preparing to tug across his pink-glittery lips.

there was something else though.

with the kids away ‘till sunday, you found yourself pondering a bit.

you’d be watching some random show on tv them out of nowhere — you’re hit with a commercial for diapers.

it’s like the universe was trying you.

it’d happen at least more than once a day, and you’re just thinking . . . what if.

satoru and you joked about having another baby sometimes but now - it had you thinking.

just imagining the pure imagery of you walking around with a plump, swollen tummy, again—having satoru carry you almost anywhere, hearing him lovingly brag about his oh-so-perfect wife that’s expecting in the background of a phone call.

ah.

you had baby fever,

again.

that much was apparent, and satoru noticed how you were spacing out mid-conversation.

“heeey, what’s goin’ on in that pretty mind?” he pouts, his face still cupped with both of your palms. “earth to mama gojo.”

“satoru,” you’d sigh, a breathy gasp trying to tear its way through your lungs. you felt like you were burning up—and the more he pressed sweet kisses against your tummy, the more you started to feel your temperature rising. “i.. i feel hot.”

his eyes widen, placing a hand on the back of your forehead. “is everything okay?” and as he starts to get into his ‘protective husband mode’,

satoru sits up, white brows twitching in concern. “stay here, baby. let me get a thermo-”

“no, no- not hot in that way, ‘toru,” you shake your head, grabbing his wrist.

satoru’s a bit dumbfounded and it takes his empty brain a bit to fully register what you meant. leisurely, your thumb circles around his hardened knuckles before you give him that look.

he knew that look all too well.

“oh! oh, you’re …. horny. okay!” he dryly laughs, his look of worry slowly faltering.

satoru grabs your wrists, giving each of them soft open-mouthed kisses before speaking warmly. “i should’ve . . . figured, hehh-” and his eyes flicker down between your legs that were shamelessly dripping from each thigh with dewy drops of slippery slick. “was the new toy treating you well?”

“no. you sort of interrupted me and i didn’t finish.” you huffed, and satoru cheekily grinned.

“well pardon me for thinking somethin’ happened to my beloved missus,” satoru sneaks another kiss against your lips.

he tastes sweet - his lips, were always naturally glossed and his lashes lowered once you let off a cute, impatient sigh.

“but, my poor poor girl,” you moaned as he continued to hoarsely tease you, feeling him sneak a big hand between your already cracked-open thighs.

“girls,” he corrects himself, bringing the pad of his thumb near the opening of your drenched clit. you’re whimpering, hearing a single wet slosh sob from between your legs once satoru gives your entrance a single sparing second of his attention. “she’s as wet as ever, huh.”

“s.. s- ‘toruuu-” you’d gasp, watching as his head trails down low low low until it reaches just below your abdomen.

satoru’s hair gently grazed against your skin, and you were desperately holding in a deep exhale that you didn’t even know you were clinging onto for the longest.

“let’s see how much she’s missed me..” satoru gravelly coos, giving your nub a gentle kiss. it’s a wet ‘mwah’ that sticks against his lips like paste.

your legs were already struggling to hold still, and satoru couldn’t help but hum. as he swirls the flat of his palm around your twitching pussy in sloppy circles, you could already see him hungrily licking his lips through your blurred peripherals.

lying fully back, your back hits against the cushioned pillow that flatly plumps itself out against your weight.

your breaths started to sound more and more labored the closer he pursed his puckered his lips..

wetly, satoru brings a lanky middle finger towards your entrance before gradually sinking it inside. you’re moaning, feeling the lengthy tip of his tongue before he treats the top of your clit with a few beginning kitten licks.

“f- fuuuck,” your brows curled together, feeling him cup his mouth around your pussy. it’s a damp, wet pop! that resounds from between your legs, and it’s all because of his finger that easily disappears between your folds. “more, ‘toru- pleaseplease.”

“ ‘m gettin’ there,” he purrs huskily, grunting once he swirls his middle finger around inside of you. it’s so looong, stretching all through you as he feels you tighten around his digit for a few split seconds.

“atta girl, bare ‘round it for me jus’ like that baby … fuck.” as you’re slowly wetting his middle finger with your slickness, that’s when you feel him preparing to stick another in.

it’s so slippery yet again - loudly, it pops its way inside, echoing out a pretty noise before he eases his index finger inside. satoru’s fingers were just so damn long that it didn’t take him long to locate your g-spot at all.

with a ‘c’mere’ motion of his fingers pulling back and forth inside of you, he’s flicking both fingers you’re already spasming out. he’s reaching you good, and he’s drinking every melodic moan that left from your lips.

“f- fuck, riiiight there,” you’d continue, your hips squirming a bit. parched breaths from satoru fanned against your pussy, and he’s groaning right with you.

you’re just so wet - drowning in puddles of your lustful filth, and like the doting husband he was, he just had to clean you up. proudly, he does so with nothing more than a few flicks of his tongue.

“s.. satoruuu.” you’d whimper, biting the inside of your cheek once the pad of his index finger’s starting to ruuub its way against your g-spot.

your scent - satoru went feral for it every time, and he’s starting to lap his tongue against your clit at a much more erratic speed.

he’s forming slow yet steady stripes in an up ‘n down motion, occasionally smearing a thumb across your cunt to hear you whine. satoru’s low groans were muffled—sounding husky and all, and he’s just merrily slurping you while you writhe uncontrollably against his face. he even had the goofiest grin on his face the entire time too.

he had to admit, being between his wife’s legs or even being in your presence alone was far better than fighting some ugly special grade curse.

your grabby hands found their way to your full, jouncing breasts and you gave them a nice squeeze before whining again. even that made you sensitive.

between the wet thrusts of his long tongue—satoru’s giving your heat sloppy, sloppy kisses, even making sure to give your pussy a few pecks also. he left no area unattended.

satoru’s eyes shined bright, even brighter whenever when he was between your thighs.

in a way, the colors of his blue eyes had parallels to the shade of sapphire or any jewel, really.

as his eyes occasionally met against your own— you’re always staring at a vibrant, luminescent shade of cerulean that was forevermore fixated on you and only you.

his wife.

“mhh, hearin’ her cry for me is just the recharge i need from work, sweetheart,” he groans, cautiously pushing his twinned digits in of your cunt before pulling them riiiight back out.

not all the way, but just to where the glossy tips of his fingers showed. you’re clamping down on them both well—and he made sure that you felt every inch. you were indeed loud though, especially between your legs.

as satoru’s counting each vulgar squelch in his head, tittering to himself at how you just couldn’t help but pop out slosh after soddened slosh..

he’s paying attention to certain spots inside of you, and he’s stickily hitting all tender spots inside of your pussy - treating each one like a target.

bullseye after bullseye - he hits you in all the right places, and if it was one thing satoru’s long fingertips didn’t do, it was that they never miss.

ever.

your back’s just arching like a stretching feline, and your unsteady irregular breaths were far more than labored by this point. satoru’s tongue glides its way across your pussy before he takes a moment to spit right against your sopping entrance. you’re moaning, peering down at him, and he’s so focused on the mess taking place between your cute, shuddering thighs..

“haah-” he breathes, pulling out his fingers briefly to suck on them for a taste. “missed her so bad. she’s missed me too - fuck, can’t . . help but clench all ‘round me,” he whispers, prying your legs even more apart.

satoru’s taking his precious sweet time, savoring each honeyed drop that dribbled down your thighs before he feels your hand gripping his hair. as his head abruptly yanks forward, satoru looks up at you while sliding a tongue over his lower, slick-covered lip. “hm?”

“ ‘toru, m- my stretch marks,” you hesitate, your thumb gently digging a path through his scalp.

pausing, his dripping lips rested near the crevice of your thighs before he kissed the inner corner. “yeah. what about ‘em?”

truth be told, you were never so fond of them.

you knew your body would change after pregnancy, even more after the second time but still -

it had you feeling a bit iffy sometimes, pouting whenever you looked in the mirror and peeking down to glance at the stained marks reminding you of your visibly changing body.

“its just.. so-”

“beautiful, perfect, gorgeoussss..” he lowly whispers, kissing your thighs after each compliment that sang from his twitching lips.

satoru always knew the perfect time to cut off your sentence that he just knew was gonna be something negative.

with him—he’s listened to you express about your stretch marks, or anything new appearing on your body, and every single time, he’d remind you of just how flawless you were - to him.

you moaned, looking down to see his crimson-pink lips halting from your aroused entrance, pressing dozens of wet kisses down each striping mark that stretched against the inner parts of your thighs.

his lips were so zealously soft, and each impact of the kiss had your heart fluttering in the same way a butterfly flapped its wings. satoru’s fluffed ivory tresses were still gripped tightly in your hand, and he could feel your hold lessening by the second.

“even if you may not like your body, i love it,” he murmurs lowly, closing his eyelids. “and i love you.”

your skin was burning up, probably hotter than before and your heart felt like it was about to burst out the middle of your rising chest. each beat was more powerful than the last, and you started to feel a tingle in your toes.

“but baby-” he continues, bringing the back of your hand toward his lips before giving it a chaste kiss.

“i hope you know that you’ve gifted me two children with this beautiful body,” satoru sighs, guiding his lips down the bottom of your tummy to shower a kiss there too. “i’ll remind you every day of why i love you ‘n your beauty marks if that’s what you want. besides! i’m growing some too heh-”

“ ‘toru-”

“starting now,” he coos hotly, trailing his kisses back down between the valley of your legs. “such a perfect body, can’t believe i get ‘ta call you mine,” and with one concluding kiss against your marks, he brings an eager closing kiss against your drooling cunt. “can’t forget ‘bout her too, my other pretty wet girl.”

whining, you felt an impatient heat pooling its way around inside of you. your legs started to quaver again, and you were feeling your jaw tighten before slacking. “sa- satoru, ‘m gonna .. cum,” you rawly mewl out, your grip on his hair tightening again like before.

pursing his thin lips into a straight line, he brings them back toward your pussy, sluuurping everything out of you whilst you’re nearly dragging his head back and forth against your dripping heat.

satoru’s stubble tickles against your folds and it cutely makes your legs twitch. with your ankles having a mind of its own, they wrap around satoru’s neck — keeping him in a lock.

“mmgh-” his white lashes remained shut as he cupped his lips with such intensity.

satoru’s chin was getting drenched with your mess, and he couldn’t care less. his head moves and moves, swaying frantically between your legs while forgetting to take a single breath.

you tasted like candy - equivalent like honey, and the tip of his tongue was adamant on slurping up any ‘n every single drop of nectar that dribbled from between your puffed slit. satoru’s always had a sweet tooth, and your cunt was the only treat he’d happily feast on all day long if he could.

“c’mon, pretty,” he huffs breathlessly, the button tip of his nose swiping its way down your clit. you’re so so close, and your orgasm’s just sitting on your maddened tastebuds.

as his head continues to ferociously bob between your shaky legs, you’re whining with those same sweet babbles and babbles of his name, begging for him to not stop. his tongue’s just covered with his sugary-tasting saliva—sticky webs gluing against the bottom part of his chin as he’s now buried nose deep.

“toru, satoruuu,” and its more of a pitiful battle cry.

the edges of his teeth softly nip against your cunt before his tongue lazily circles around your throbbing frenulum. an incoming prolonged moan gets caught in your throat as you feel his head tilting for a better angle. “cum- ‘m cumming, fuuuck!”

as your release was coming to its teetering demise, you were shrieking at the top of your lungs in overwhelmed pleasure.

satoru’s giving your labia its final sweet ‘lil wet sucks before feeling your legs weakly releasing its temporary lock around his head.

heavily, he’s panting sharply against your pussy before bringing a thumb toward the top part of your puffy nub.

satoru’s sloppily spreading it apart with a single finger, staring at the cute excited pulse that occurs from the very inside of your pussy.. “haah- good girl.” he praises, feeling you arch further once his drenched stubble scrapes against your crying entrance.

you’re wetter than ever - and satoru’s lips shined even brighter thanks to your treacly juices. passively, his reddened tongue chafed ‘n twirled ‘round inside of you, and as you’re still riding out your eye-boggling finish on his face, you grab him by the hair. “s- satoru, just.. hah- came.”

“mhm~” he clumsily falls face-first against your cunt, giving your teary folds a wet kiss.

smugly, he looks up at you with a slick chin before whistling against your clit. “phewww. did ya?” he grumbles, creeping a plump thumb near your puckering hole.

you clench at that, and he ogled as your tummy sinks inward. “fuck, s.. sooo damn pretty,” and as he gives your pussy a few departing french kisses, he sighs. “mmch-” he smacks his lips, and you stared as he swiftly removed his blindfold with one hand.

as you’re panting yourself, your legs remained spread.

still lying on his stomach, satoru brought his black blindfold up to his sneering lips before wiping it side-to-side, using it as a handkerchief.

“hah- wifey tastes as good as always,” he snickers, closing the gap between you two with his own body. as satoru’s towering figure falls against you, he brings a longing, silky peck to you before groaning against your trembling, kiss-swollen lips.

satoru awkwardly moves against you before mumbling out a few ‘f… fuck’ ‘s once he feels a certain something poke from the middle of his boxers.

he’s … hard.

you felt the bulge stick out of the cloth, pressing against your bare cunt — its hard to miss, and your hands instinctively reached for the knotted string of his pants.

“baby-” he bites his lip, feeling the tent prod wider. its almost painful, and he’s even starting to grind against your leg to ease the throbbing. “mmgh-” he goofily grins, his expression shortly switching to a look of lustful panic.

he’s been so focused on you that he didn’t even realize all this time—he’s had a raging boner that’s been aching for any sort of crumbs of attention.

“baby, were you working while being this hard?” you timidly murmur, watching as satoru’s face flushes with a burning tint of strawberry red.

“h.. heh. no silly,” lie.

satoru had a bit of a bad habit of randomly thinking about you - his adorable, sweet ‘n perfect wife while he was out fighting enemies.

sometimes, the longer he thought about you - the longer his problem got.

satoru brings a hand toward your right breast, and you gasped once he gives it a loud ‘popping’ suck. frosty-white strands of his hair drag against your skin as he’s slooowly running his balmy, hot tongue around your sensitive nipple.

you were still tender - not just anywhere but everywhere.

it’s fully marked a year since you had your second child, meaning that of course, your body would still be a bit sensitive in some places. places like your soft, rounded breasts—especially.

you moaned, feeling the tip of his drooling, wet tongue criss-cross its way around your perked areola. every suck suck suck pops out from his lips louder, and you start to play with his hair.

“s.. satoru,” you whined, a pout starting to display against your lips as he tended to each breast lovingly.

“i know.. i hah- know,” he breathes through rushed exhales, turning you on your side. “jus' wanted to make sure my favorite girls got some attention too.”

you felt the cool air whoosh against your skin at each second he released each nipple from his lips. it's brief - but quick, and satoru’s already got you pulsating. he’s flicking his tongue while fluttering his lashes at you, allowing clear driblets of saliva to drizzle from the cracks of his mouth.

you’re biting your lip the entire time as you held the back of his head close—hearing a bit of shuffling before satoru’s eyes trail down your fidgeting body.

so cute.

there’s a shiny sparkle in his eyes, it’s glimmer never faltering and he’s just falling in love all over again.

every moment he spent staring at you or your body, he felt that same lump forming in the back of his throat.

“ ‘s this comfy?” he wantonly purrs, caressing the bare flesh of your ass. you cling onto the pillow beside you before giving him a nod.

the slight shuffling you heard was from satoru. his sweats fell to the carpet floor with a loud thud, and his boxers shortly followed afterward.

finally - he could breathe.

his boner was just crying weakly, the tip feeling so hot as it had pearly-white globules of pre-cum wetly darting from all veiny sides.

sighing, satoru wraps a palm around his hardened cock before clicking his tongue while continuing to tease you. “ah- words, sweetheart. y’know how ‘ta use ‘em.”

“y- yes.” and with how whiny your words came out, you mentally slapped yourself.

satoru’s skin was just so close to yours - radiating hot waves of heat against your thighs. within seconds, he’s already enveloping you gradually with his embracing warmth.

pouting and all, you were steadily impatient, and he heard your cute ‘lil sighs of agitation repeating ‘till he lifted your leg.

sideways.

he was gonna take you sideways, and the single thought alone brewed up a flittering feeling of butterflies in your empty tummy.

“haah- missed you all day, have no idea.” satoru inhales through each nostril, bringing his cherry-capped tip towards your weeping entrance.

so … damn … soaked..

as he gawked, he could still taste the sugary-sweet remnants of your essence in his mouth, coating his lips like a natural gloss.

as you’re on your left side, your tits end up smushing against each other. it’s such a pretty sight too, ‘cause not even seconds later, you heard a raspy ‘ohhh fuck’ draw from satoru’s lips.

your pussy was just profusely leaking, and satoru’s holding back all hearty grunts the minute his swollen tip smacked its way against your lustrous-coated slit.

as it sops with nothing but runny molasses of your own colorless slick, your chest sucks in. “ ‘toruuuu, baby- fuckk. don’t tease me,” you’d whimper, quietly huffing at each commencing pap sound of his tip gently hitting against your folds.

he hums, hearing his wet you were - how sloppy you sounded.

satoru’s tip’s an angry red, fuming with a carmine flushing shade and he’s groaning once his vast thumb sinfully brushes past a prominent throbbing vein.

pulse after pulse after fuckin’ pulse, and you’re just making him harder.

“s… shit, you’re right. if i tease you, ‘m just gonna end up makin’ myself finish early, princess.” satoru diffidently chortles, and you hear the pathetic squelch of your pussy begging for him to just shut up and ease his way inside already..

finally - satoru’s making his way inside, ploddingly sinking a few inches inside.

with a few wet ‘fwop’ sloshes, he’s disappearing into you. like always, you’re hugging him tight - dependent on never letting him go.

your pussy’s warmth makes satoru’s glitzed lashes flap shut for a moment, and he’s kissing his teeth. your wetness was taking him to a whole new world almost. it’s almost entirely satisfying at how you’re just swallowing all hefty nth-inches like it was nothing.

as satoru’s trying to carefully fit his way in, he runs a hand down his tummy that’s growing a bit of a pudge. he was starting to develop a dad bod himself.

satoru was still very much fit, but as the years went on—he was eventually starting to get plump, more . . soft.

overtime, he liked being the little spoon in bed. he was really soft - identical to a teddy bear with strong arms wrapping around you. his favorite position to sleep would usually be with his head resting between your chest or on your stomach.

he’s got a trail of white hairs that sprinkled all across his chest like paint splattered on a canvas. a few hairs even made their way toward his chiseled v-line, dashing just below his pelvis. all over his body, he still had multiple scars—scars from countless battles, and he himself always found them unpleasant to look at.

but just like he did for you - you made sure to kiss all of his scars that decorated his skin.

you still felt his sharpened natural abs - they were just a bit softer though.

satoru grunts, stuffing a hand underneath the crack of your bent leg before he’s juuuust about bottomed out.

his rotund base was as full as it’s ever been, and he heard your cute gargled whines trying so hard to conceal themselves.

“hng- pretty mama, don’t . . do that,” he takes stingy puffs of air, gripping firmly against your skin. satoru’s brows come into a furrow, and with the final gushing ��plap’ alerting you both that he’s stuffed balls deep, satoru phews. “i wanna hear ya, let me- hah- hear that pretty voice f’ me.”

“f- fuuuck.” you moan out, your entire steady body becoming unstable, wriggling like jello with just a single rigid thrust.

satoru’s tip is always nice and wide, and it curves its way around your insides before expanding further and further.

with your leg bent at a near-perfect ninety-degree angle, he’s got you right where he wants you.

his dick’s sliiiiding in and out, and fuck- you felt it all.

satoru’s leaning, still holding up your leg before grunting. your cunt’s oily wetness nearly drove him mad, and you’re just coating him with your slick through and through..

the achy muscles in his lower thigh muscles quickly clench, and satoru’s already starting to feel himself break a sweat.

fuck.

“ngh- ‘toru,” you’d whimper out rawly, the chords in your throat struggling to maintain their natural pitch. he’s just hitting you so deep, swabbing the tip of his cock around your pussy like a q-tip.

it was just so sloppy at how it swirled its way in a circle, leaving you nothing but goosebumps from the inside everytime. he’s deep, stuffing you full with all capped inches of his stretching cock.

as he’s sideways right with you—satoru’s skewing his hips a certain way just so you could feel each delicious pound.

if he kept jackhammering into you like that, you were sure you were gonna start drooling against your fleecy pillowcase within no time.

satoru’s sweaty fingerprints were practically glued in between the crevices of your held-up thigh, and he was letting off sharp raspy breaths after each stroke.

he’s full, groaning as his base thwacks its way back ‘n forth into your dripping pussy. the lewd sounds rang through the four thin walls of the bedroom, and you’re just faintly nibbling on your numbed tongue. “s- so full, mngh- right there baby. keep.. hah- fuckin’ me there.”

“god-” satoru leans in, his chest flatly pressed against yours. he helps you sit upright, and you can now crane your head slightly just to see him through your bleary peripherals again. “right here, princess? right .. fuckin’ .. here?”

he’s sloppily punctuating each thrust with his words that coarsely flew past his lips.

satoru’s shaft had the right kind of lean that made you gasp. the lazy, hanging curve of his cock dragged its way through your cunt and had you whining loudly, filling his ear with constant cacophonies of your cute ‘lil ‘pleaseplease’ ‘s, ‘yesyes’ ‘s, and his personal favorite, ‘satoruuuu.’

with your head vaguely turned, he leans in to kiss you.

it’s barely a kiss - more like a bumpy battle of teeth clashing, because with his delirious thrusts, you could hardly reach against his lips.

between kisses, you heard the mixture of wet moans and hearty ‘i love you’ ‘s fall past both shared lips.

satoru’s sly smile stretches across the corners of his mouth as he’s still pounding you into straight oblivion, making sure every single orifice of yours remembers any incoming inch of his.

“hngh- feels.. so hah- good, baby,” you’d babble, taking a few hastened milliseconds in between to breathe.

it felt like you were racing with your breath, forevermore losing.

satoru’s just ruthless - stretching you wholeheartedly as the bed underneath you both grunted in horror. its creaking competed with the headboard from above which was probably older than time itself.

with this particular angle, he’s hitting you even deeper, and you feel the buds on your tongue preparing to sodden with pools of rich, cloying saliva.

“sato- ah!” you squealed, growing cross-eyed for a second.

right there,

as satoru’s hand still clings onto the opening of your drooping thigh, his tip kisses a direct path near your cervix before that kiss turns into a thrusting smooch.

your mind’s just blank - fog surrounds it, and your voice starts to pitch higher. he’s hitting you there, and satoru hissed at the familiar spongy texture that was trying hard to clamp around him oh-so tight.

the feeling of melting-hot pressure from the very inside of your sopping core makes you let off a cute, ‘oooh’ as he shimmies his hips.

“toru don’t s- stop hittin’ there, please.”

“mng- there she is. found it, didn’t i?” his guttural voice murmurs.

panting harshly—satoru snakes a free arm around your waist, and he gently presses his palm against your belly.

sliding up up up, he adds just a wee bit more pressure to near the exact area he’s reaching inside of you.

his cock’s stupidly long, and it’s continuously locating all the right spots before your mind tirelessly shot blanks. as his dampened fingertips warily graze circles around your heaving tummy, he brings his glimmering lips up to the searing lobe of your ear.

“here, princess?” satoru huffs darkly, his breathing almost animalistic as he lifts your leg even higher.

as you’re sideways, you felt multiple inches of his cock steadily continue to bruise your cervix with a plethora of heart-felt, mean tip-kisses.

your eyes were bulging, lashes batting, mouth dangling wide open. “this is- hah- where you’re weak riiiight? this.. fuckin’ .. spot where ‘m hitting, oh fuckk-” he pauses, his nose wrinkling from the immense sliding stimulation.

“y- yes, there- fuck! ‘toruuu-”

it’s just soooo slick inside you, and satoru’s groaning all up against your ear.

“dirty girl. mngh- pussy can’t.. help but talk back. god, jus’ listen to her, she’s even singing for me ‘n everything. wettest lyrics of a song i’ve ever.. hah- heard,” and as if on cue, the sloshing sounds slosh even louder after each overzealous jam of satoru’s pivoting hips.

you’re stammering on your own words, choking on every shrilling whine and whimper that dared to tug away from your worn-out voice.

satoru’s dick knew each pressure point to hit too.

every. single. one.

after all, if it was anyone who knew your body - it was him.

that included bedaubing his crowned tip near erogenous places. satoru’s easing his way in and out, making not only your heart flutter but your insides too..

it’s one wet whack of skin against each other after another, and all you could do was clamp around his cock and take it like the good girl you were.

with your tummy heaving consistently, it’s doing nothing but sending a horde of nerves all through the axons and nerves that run through your body.

it’s sending staticky signals that are more than enough to make your brain lose a few circuits.

satoru’s berserk-like thrusts were at damn near lightning speed, and he was snickering at each whine that flew past your trembly-glossed lips.

“ ‘toruuuu,” you’d drag out his name, moaning once you felt a few of his thin fingers wisp down your back that’s starting to perspire with tears of sweat.

he’s stretchy, molding the inside of your cunt with each pump of his stiffening cock that’s drilling into your very core.

panting like a greyhound, you’re stunned for a second once satoru lets off a rough groan against the shell of your ear.

his mushroomy tip faultlessly smashed its way against and into your flittering cervix that felt almost heart-shaped—zigzagging its way down before smashing against that pulsating spot again.

he feels it and you feel it too.

“ngh- ‘m gonna cum again,” you’d mewl out, feeling the sliminess of both sweaty bodies slick against each other in raw harmony.

his ramming hips naturally arched into yours, deepening the steep angle even more before hearing you squawk out a tiny warning sob. “cum- ‘m gonna cum, sato—mmngh!”

as satoru’s still holding you from your side, you’re hit with a multitude of elated emotions. you’re clamping down on him tightly, feeling your legs grow limp within seconds.

sloppily, your pussy squeaking wetly between your open thighs as you cream all down his shaft, creating nothing more than a miry, slippery mess..

your cheek presses against the middle part of your pillow as you’re spasming underneath him, whining out the same ragged, incoherent babbles.

“satoru, s- satoru,” you’d coo out, hearing his huffing puffs of air from behind you.

satoru slows himself down, wrapping soft arms around your torso as you ride out your orgasm.

with your hips still feebly stuttering back against him—it left the sweetest taste in your mouth.

all over, you felt overly sensitive - and satoru could feel your body succumbing in pleasure and defeat within his firm hold.

he held you close, brushing a thumb around your navel before whispering murmurs of, ‘there we go’ ‘s or, ‘i gotcha,’ ‘s.

“fuck, such a good sloppy girl,” he flips you over, still entirely buried inside of your clenching cunt. satoru brings his quivering lips toward yours, giving you kisses before speaking in between rushed, humid smacks. “hah- you okay, princess?”

“mhm.” you nod, crawling your way on top of him. satoru has a sheepish grin, and he does a quick peer down at your body.

damn.

the first thought that would always pop into his mind whenever his eyes landed on you—his wife’s perfect body.

they’d trail down down down, stopping at your plush thighs before darting right back up towards your face. his thumbs gently caressed near the familiar marks that creased faintly against your thighs before he sneaks a kiss near your relaxing jaw.

“heh- think the missus is gettin’ a bit cocky today, no?” satoru jibes a toothy smile once he watches you straddle him, bringing an open palm to the left cheek of your ass, grabbing a bit of skin.

you nearly slipped off a sultry-sounding moan at his sudden touch but cutely grumbled, making him lie back with a flick of your finger before attacking the crook of his neck with wet kisses.

“oh.. my, aren’t you a frisky one today.”

“shut up, ‘toru.”

“hmph. you’re kinda mean when you’re horny, princess.. sexy.”

☆ ☆ ☆

it’s probably been hours - satoru’s had you in any and every position possible, showering every part of your body with its favorite combination of kisses ‘n compliments.

he just couldn’t help it.

especially when you just looked so effortlessly pretty like that underneath him.

currently, he had you in a mating press and oh-

as he’s on top of you—satoru gets lost in your lust-filled gaze. your eyes, they were like some sort of maze he could never find the exit from.

he’s much slower with his rhythm this time, cupping two palms underneath your thighs as he’s gradually feeding your cunt stroke after stroke. both pounds of skin ricocheted against each other, noisily papping as the clashing of grinding bodies continued.

your cunt’s just drooling, leaking with endless amounts of buttery clods of his sticky, hot cum. it dribbles out of your gummed slit, creating a frothy white ring around his base as his hips continue to wedge into your sopping wet pussy.

“ ‘toru- oh, satoru—ooh!” you’d squeal out, digging the edges of nails into his bare shoulder.

satoru’s grunting lowly against your neck, using a hand to bring both knees up to your chest. “haah- c’mon, princess. ‘m still not done fillin’ ya yet, gotta get this tummy nice ‘n plump,” and as his kiss-bitten lips hover against yours, he’s pouting.

satoru squeezes one of your tits before huffing. “these too. n- need to see ‘em full again, so fuckin’ full.”

satoru’s competing pitchy moans with you, each sound laced with nothing but lust and utter carnal desire.

from the inside, you had a sticky grip on him that had him utterly whipped.

satoru’s crimsoned tip spiraled its way around your cunt before sloppily thrashing its way against the convulsing nub of your pulsating clit.

leisurely, it batters its way toward that spot repeatedly until you’re just short-circuiting on his cock once again. “hngh- satoru, ohmygoddd,” you’d hysterically sob out, feeling his big hand cup underneath your chin.

your chin’s slick, and you were messily salivating a bit as he continued. moments later—satoru slips his middle finger inside of your mouth and you moaned, sucking it without a single given thought. “m- mhm.”

“good girl,” he groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as his rickety pace picked up its quickening speed.

satoru’s hips were just downright rude, and he was just trying to savor each clasping clap of skin that he possibly could.

you looked so pretty with half-lidded eyes and webby clear strings of your saliva damply cascading down the sides of your lips.

“ ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart. you’re gonna . . hah- make me fuckin’ cuuum-” and you could hear solely from the tone of his voice, it was turning shaky.

each gasping syllable - it’s struggling desperately to hang on, faltering at each delivery of the next word that spills from his sleek lips.

“mng-” your moan, and satoru hummed before snatching his digit back from between your lips. he leans in to kiss you, delving his hot tongue straight into your mouth.

he’s hungry, demanding access as the tip of the pink muscle circles its way around the inside of your mouth.

it brushes against your flat tongue before his teeth greet your lips once more—giving it a needy ‘let me in’ gnaw. you part your lips so he could have more access, and satoru moans into your mouth.

“satoru, ‘m gonna cum too-” you breathlessly admit, briefly seeing splotches of white once your eyes mindlessly roll back on their own.

he’s so biiiig, stretching you to the very fullest ‘till the very end.

as your legs sporadically shook, you’re letting off sweet hurried gasps once you felt his cock expanding through your guts yet again.

you’re feeling butterflies scatter inside you everywhere, and not once did that familiar pool of heat sensation subside.

instead, it grows stronger and hotter, and you’re mentally fanning yourself as his engorged tip surprises your cervix for the umpteenth time.

it's constant - it happens more than once and it always always always feels like the first fuckin’ time.

his cock’s still leaking from his recent non-stop releases, and blood’s starting to rush to satoru’s head.

raucous, fast-paced breaths wafted against both opened mouths as satoru’s cock attentively drills into your inviting cunt at a more weakened speed.

he’s literally drowning in your pussy, your slick wetness his ultimate weakness.

as weak arms wrap around his neck, you brush a thumb down his undercut — earning a soft whiny, “h.. hey,” snatch from his lips.

satoru’s body was damn near smushed over yours nearly crushed you with his soft squishing weight.

still, though, he’s making sure to hover to where he wasn’t crushing you fully - having his rounded tummy grinding back ‘n forth against your body. as his body rubs its way onto yours after each stroke, you felt satoru’s noticeable happy trail tickle against the outer entrance of your cunt.

“ugh-” satoru sucks in a delayed breath, pressing his forehead against yours.

weakly, his knees began to fatally buckle as his nearly-drained cock’s still pushing its way through your squeezing pussy.

the build up of it all was just utterly blissful.

satoru’s shallow breath gets taken away from him like that, and he could feel himself going limp the microsecond his dick’s starting to spray inside you. “oh fuck, oh f- fuuuck.”

he grumbles, delicately sinking his teeth into your neck. he’s swallowing hard, losing all sorts of composure as his limbs start to quit functioning as if it was some sort of machine.

your finish shortly comes after too, but you end up gushing this time - and not just between your legs.

satoru hears your sweet surprised yelps before looking down, noticing your perked nipples were a bit more hardened than usual. they looked swollen - more plump than usual, and shiny.

you’re squirting down his cock, hearing the lewd squelches confirm that very fact as you even leak a bit from the centres of your nipples.

“holy shit-,” satoru blinks, and embarrassment interrupts your high almost right away.

your first instinct was to cover your face, and satoru leans in between the valley of your chest. your orgasm was so powerful that you ended up getting milked out yourself - literally.

cautiously, he slides his tongue around one of your nipples that’s dribbling with treacly dewdrops of white sweetness. it’s not even a lot, but it’s just enough because he purrs against your skin once the creamy taste hits the buds of his tongue.

“mmng-” and as he’s still pumping probably the fifth load into you, your cunt ends up clenching around him - wringing him so damn dry.

satoru’s taking turns sucking both of your plump tits, savoring the taste before his half-open eyes land on you.

he’s sloppy - encircling the tip of his sticky tongue over the ring of each tit before ‘popping’ one nipple after another from his lips.

satoru’s sweating, and he’s panting even more after your cute ‘lil outburst.

a gooey ring of cum bubbles around the thick base of his cock as he’s still stuffed inside you deep, but he wasn’t even thinking about that anymore.

sighing, he rubs the back pad of his thumb against one of your nipples that was still slightly leaking before he laps it right up, staring at you intently the entire time. his cum’s still spilling out, splattering on your tummy with his tip a fiery red.

“mmh, that’s hah- new. didn’t know you were still ah- leaking, princess. i have that much of an effect on you?”

“s.. shut up-” you moaned, your body still trying to get over its recent climax.

between the arc of your chest — you’re covered with sweat too. satoru hums to himself, tending to each breast before gently grabbing your chin.

“ ‘m guessing that’s a sign that you’re havin’ your seasonal baby fever again, yeah?” satoru smugly grins, feeling your body faintly twitching underneath him. “uh oh.”

his tongue against your tender nipples felt so good that it took you a while to generate a response in your brain that was just short-circuited completely.

deadpanning, you let off a grumbling, “obviously, satoru.”

“sorry, sorrrrry!” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your lips. you whimpered against his lips as his thumbs still tickled against each spurting nipple while his tongue curled around the inside of your mouth.

his touch was always soft, leaving you breathless every time.

your cunt’s overflowed with cum though - and even as his lips glued against yours, you could feel the slippery milky masses stream down from your slick, foaming against both pairs of stilled skin.

everything feels so hot - but satoru’s breath colliding against your tongue felt even hotter.

he’s just so enamored by you, and he can’t help but softly reach for your wrist.

“mng- satoru..” you whined against smacking pairs of lips, strings of loose saliva threatening to tear apart slickly.

“shh,” he whispers, breaking away from your lips to grab onto your hand.

he turns it around, bringing it toward his lips before pressing a single wet kiss against the back of your index finger.

there - your wedding ring beamed bright, brighter than any gem as his lips stamped against the tiny individual diamonds that made up the pricey rock.

you felt your heart flutter, watching silently as he starts to kiss your wedding ring again, again, and again, and again. .

“hah- that’s how many more babies we’re gonna make.”

one … two … three … f-

as you were trying to count in your head, satoru cheekily hummed before cocking his head. “heh, better get started.” and you moaned for a final time, hearing his cock wetly slide its way from your cum-filled cunt.

filthily, such creamed amounts ooze out of you and he hears the pretty sloshes commence not even seconds later. satoru then presses his silver wedding ring against your bare stomach before giving you one final kiss.

glancing up at you teasingly, satoru smacks the swollen crown head of his cock against your folds.

“now.. c’mon, mama gojo. upsie hah- daisy,” satoru throatily grunts, pushing your knees right back up to their initial position.

he just wanted to kiss the cute pout off your lips.

your thighs still shook—and satoru huffs heavily, bringing one hand to squeeze your breast, another easing his fat crowned tip inside of your sobbing pussy.

“let those legs stretch for me one more time. attaaaa girl. tha’s my girl-”

and as gojo leans in to press a soft kiss against your tummy, he hums.

“heh- we’ve got a loooot of mini gojos to make, mommy.”

[theosbaby]

Brother’s best friend!theodore smut please!! Super soft!dom Theo where he makes LOVE to reader. Perhaps shy!reader as well??

thank you so much for your request! i really loved this idea. i'm sorry that it took me so long to write this, but i've running low of inspiration lately. i hope you like it babe!

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ casually thinking about...

brother's bsf!theo taking your virginity

NSFW content ahead, +18

you can't believe you're actually making out with the theodore nott, sprawled on your brother's bed with theo between your spread thighs. his lips are avidly kissing yours, playful tongue delving inside your warm mouth as his hands roam over your gorgeous curves, fingers gripping your sides to tug you as closer to him as possible, not leaving even an inch between your bodies.

and you swear you're on cloud nine.

you're whimpering so prettily into his mouth, your body arching against his while you grasp his dark t-shirt between your slender fingers, the sweet flavor of your chocolate birthday cake still lingering on your plump lips as you return the messy kiss with equal fervour. the act is almost sinful —you're mattheo's little sister, for god's sake. not that he cares about it right now, anyways, not when your body molds itself so perfectly to his, like you were made for each other.

theo groans into the kiss, his hands sliding down to your backside to hoist you up against him. you gasp against his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist, and you feel him grinding against the junction of your thighs, his own breath hitching as he feels your warmth through his jeans.

your pretty cheeks flush at the intimate contact between your heated bodies, your lips becoming sloppier as you struggle to keep up with him. this is the first time you're actually making out with a guy like this, and you're feeling embarrassed, nervous and excited all at once, which is kinda overwhelming.

he'd notice how your body slightly tenses beneath him. not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, he slides his hands back to your hips to give them a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure you. he doesn't want to rush you if you're not ready —but oh how bad he wants to fuck you.

the kiss comes to an end, leaving you panting against his swollen lips, agitated. the way you find his deep set, blue eyes looking down at you when you open yours, makes you feel weak on your knees, the blush on your face deepening. he gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes glazed with lust as he brushes your long, soft hair out of your beautiful face.

"you okay, pretty girl ?" he'd ask, his voice husky, just to make sure you're not regretting what's happening. "are you enjoying this?"

the pet name he gives you makes you smile. "yeah," you whisper coyly in response, nodding slightly while your pearly white teeth sink into your bottom lip, which is a bit swollen from all the kissing.

"good," he murmurs against your mouth, "because i'm really enjoying it too." he pauses, his breath warm against your lips. "i was thinking maybe we could... you know... take things a little further?" he leans in and starts kissing your neck softly. "would you like that?

your heart starts hammering in your chest at his words, butterflies fluttering about crazily in your tummy, but you tilt your head to the side to give him better access to your throat despite your nervousness.

"we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, okay?" he reassures you softly, his hands squeezing your waist soothingly.

he continues planting gentle kisses on your neck, feeling you relax little by little against him. you let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering shut.

"i wanna do it," you admit, not being able to look into his eyes as you do, blushing, "just... don't tell anyone about this, my brother can't know."

you feel him smirking against your throat as he stops the gentle kisses, cupping your face to make you look at him; there's sincerity in his eyes as he says, "i won't, pretty girl."

"pinky promise?"

you'd extend your pinky, waiting for him to intertwine his finger with yours. theo smirks as he tenderly rubs the tip of his nose against your cheek, and he tangles his pinky with yours. "i promise."

he keeps kissing you for a bit more, caressing you over your clothes and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, before he starts undressing you with such care, as if he's afraid of breaking you. and you look so pretty while you're naked beneath him, just like a precious doll.

then, he'd spread your creamy thighs and ask for permission to touch you, eager to get his hands on that gorgeous pussy of yours, which is fucking soaked just for him, your juices dripping down your pink slit and onto mattheo's sheets —that fact has him painfully hard inside his pants. is he a perv? probably.

he's taking his time preparing you, thumb rubbing your puffy clit in tight circles while he plunges his thick, long fingers in your pussy. you're so fucking tight he struggles to push the first one in without hurting you, but after a few minutes, you're taking two of them like a champ, completely soaking his hand in your arousal when you finally cum on it.

theo can't take it anymore, seeing you so flustered and hearing your sweet little moans have him on the verge of bursting in his pants like a bloody teenager, so he withdraws his digits to start taking his clothes off too, and you whine at the loss. but the feeling of emptiness doesn't last long, soon he's pushing his thick cock inside your little cunt.

you're so slick that he slides in pretty easily despite the resistance of your tight walls, his dick stretching you a lot wider than his fingers. and it hurts a bit, but it's a sweet pain that has you whimpering as you beg for more. after a few thrusts, you're cock drunk underneath him, nails digging into his back and leaving scratches that he'll have to hide from your brother for the next few days.

he actually gets you to cum on his dick too, pussy milking him so good that he doesn't even have time to pull out. he spills inside you with a whimper, pounding sloppily into your spasming cunt to ride his orgasm as he stuffs you full of his cum.

more.

[anantaru]

MR. & MRS. RAGNVINDR

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — following your wedding with your soulmate diluc ragnvindr, you find yourself celebrating your new bond on your wedding night.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.2k

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — repost of one of my favorite fics of mine <3

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, very soft but also rough idk, he calls you: my wife

"d—diluc.."

a short heaved dwindle of air runs over diluc's neck as he sensually places a kiss on your cheek— right then you taste the transparent love his person held towards you and it flickers and bleeds into your skin featherlight, bodies intertwined and moving in a passionate conjunction.

the crawl of his longing for you wordlessly webs and adjusts to both your saturated cunt and his cock pressing close, breathing clear wrecked with your pulse heightened.

"it's not necessary to use my name." he corrects you, slurred, "i'm your husband now, don't tell me you forgot already?"

and diluc shyly smirks into your lips as he pulls himself into your spongy cunt and expertly wiggles his hips to make sure you're sensing it, all of him, but most efficiently his need and desire to make you, his precious wife, cum and thoroughly pleased.

you try again, trying your utmost hardest to voice anything with your wet lips being perked up all prettily in a well formed pout, holding yourself tight against your husbands body as he worked you both to an everlasting climax. your nails clawed on his defined back and wielded razor sharp scratches on his skin— while between you and him, diluc loved the burn on his flesh the second you claim and mark him up in that precise manner.

"my husband.." the red haired cocks a brow and lifts his head off your neck upon gathering your words, "yes, my wife?"

his cheeks are flushed and couldn’t possible be hidden from you while his pace on you had gotten steadier and pathed faster, and he makes sure to circle his hips whenever he pushes himself in completely, whenever your warm and wet walls would shape and set just right around his shaft.

"i love you." a shaded stream of higher pitched whines and sniffles float around the humid room as diluc groans at this one particular sentence that would always manage to give him the purest kind of intimacy and love. "i love you too."

of course he does, diluc ragnvindr has been making it very obvious each and every day. but tonight, he wanted to make this special day even more extraordinary— while most importantly, was diluc eager to show you all of his skills and tricks in a whole different scenario.

by all means, as one might have already deducted, you two have been intimate in the past, many many times before, while now the pleasuring feeling was growing a tenfold and much more intense, as if you were going to explode from his tip pushing and passing the tight ring of your pussy.

diluc silently wraps your body into his arms and pushes himself forward until you‘re practically squished in between the mattress and his chest— well, breathing room although limited, with the new acquired position he was now able to reach deeper and better into your cunt. his eyes are flickering down on where your softness was constricting and spreading nice and wide, he was so big and you tremble when he began to move once again.

his hips too, were unstoppable and skilled in what they did and your honeyed cries— your moans and begs, fuck, they were his all out favorite if he had to choose one instance, especially when you spelled out the new title he only took possession off tonight.

"this.." it's disgustingly delightful when he speaks within groans, "this is forever." you gush on him and a silent scream rumbles in your belly.

"we're forever."

lustfully— and punctuated, he rolls his girth back into you and scratches your walls, the pink tip repeatedly mushing in your wet spots and interlacing with you. underneath his bangs, you find his eyes aflame, warm and flowing because diluc couldn't get enough of watching you— your squeezed eyes reeking in crystallines from an unfaltering overstimulation, or those lips he had kissed many times before now apart and gifting him with hazed hordes of winces and moans.

sweat matted itself on your coruscating bodies but it only forced your hips to retract their position and close a little up, so you could fuck yourself into him and meet his piercing pace half way. "archons— fuck!" you can feel every twitch on his length and you're clearing his shaft with your liquids, subsequently leaving it to prance down your thighs and stick on the mattress.

"fuck— diluc!" your body suddenly jolts in a manifold of cabling tingles at your lovers following thrust, it was rougher than his usual ones, as if he was trying to silently tell you that you, again, addressed him wrong.

"I'm sorry." you throw your hips upwards and hear him groan repeatedly, signaling his climax benching in his core, "my husband." though you whimper, you spread your legs apart for him more and left it to diluc and his new feral pace to taunt you wider, convulsing on his creamy cock plastered with your slick.

"where— where do you want me, my wife?" his nails sink into your thighs to practically push you back and forth his cock, his head thrown back and exposing his well formed adams apple bobbing up and down. "inside, need it inside, please!"

changing the angles, diluc shifts on the bed, after all, he wants to obey to your requests and split your entrance to make proper space for his smooth cum stuffing you right. he tilts his head back towards you and suffocates the distance of your lips to kiss you when you both deliriously moan into each other and nod frantically, his first spurts of thick cum rushing into you.

the large wave of your own climax was then sneakily closing on your body as you shivered under the towering hold of your lover, your screams loud and hazy, jamming hard as you both fucked yourself through your orgasm.

your toes curl inwards as your legs flew up to clench around his hips, barely comprehending the soul touching stir as he kept fucking you through it all, your bodies drenched in cum and slick but none of you seemed to care, it was the least of your problems, if anything, it wasn't to be called a problem at all.

"fuck, fuck!" it's such a shame you couldn't listen to his whines forever on end, how filthy someone so well behaved like diluc ragnvindr himself could sound at times.

"kiss me again." he asks and you listen, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy peck that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. you snap your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, smiling as he grunts into you.

no matter how many times you'd do it together, diluc would always end up shy afterwards, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion and beyond, right now, he can barely look at you— eyes closed as he continued to search and suck on your bottom lip.

you're hyper aware of this, on what you were able to inflict on him, but now, you can't say anything, voice lost and throat hurting from your on-going moans and cries. with that, he holds his hips still before slowly pulling out of you, his cock semi erect and gradually softening, utterly spent.

glowing red eyes, now fluttering apart and finding yours, unraveling all at once. diluc certainly could never get used to this, not even after making you his wife.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[inkskinned]

for the longest time my family used to host one of the biggest haunted houses on my block: elaborate, themed amateur haunts that pearled out along our lawn for one-night-only. spinning circus wheel-of-terrors and walkthrough alien crash-landings and spiders that arched over our driveway, leaking venom onto your feet.

we didn't have a lot of money; and honestly i don't know how we afforded what we did have. there were not going to be pneumatics or projectors or any supply over 20 dollars - and even 20 was a stretch. we were lucky, and we lived in a town that had a "swap shed", where people would drop off any banged-up-but-usable items that they wanted to get rid of. the whole year, my family would pick over someone else's discarded fans and lights and weird decorations, asking each other - what do you think? for halloween?

we would strip the motors out of rusted fans and spraypaint vases and saw broom handles in half and apply a very thick coat of cardboard and duct tape to everything. for our pirate year, i made the mistake of individually drawing woodgrain onto each strip of cardboard that made up the ship. i then gently painted and distressed the "boards" so they'd each have lichen and cracks and unusual patterns. i hid eyes in the knots and shaped skulls. you couldn't see any of it in the dark, even under our "spotlight" (someone's target-branded workshop flashlight).

i have a lot of very strange skills as a result. i know how to make a flying ghost appear both physically and in the mirror. i know how to make a witch's brew that stirs itself. i know how to burn and cut and paint until there is an iron throne you can sit on, or an alien brushing your ankles, or a hearse trundling along. i can't say we ever made it beyond our local newspapers, but we tried so hard that the town would regularly shut down our street.

i can't put any of these skills on a resume, and i haven't been able to put them to use for a while. i live in an apartment, there's no lawn for me to decorate. for years i've wanted to do an alice in wonderland theme, and have been collecting ideas like coins in a fountain. at other houses, i am transfixed by 12 foot skeletons and paper mache spooky lanterns; easily wooed by the knowledge of how much time people put in.

someone asked me once - so what was the point? and why didn't you guys charge anything to show up?

in truth, we probably needed the money. for years there, we were a 1-meal-a-day kind of a family. i was being polite earlier up in this essay: we furnished both our house and our halloweens using things left a recycling center. we live in new england and still didn't turn on the heat until the end of november, no matter how low the temperature.

every year we would collect donations for unicef and other charities. on an average year, we would collect enough to pay for our food for weeks. every year, without fail: we donated every penny.

this endeavor took months to plan and design and execute. we had to organize any volunteers and check safety and hope-for-the-best. it took at least 24 hours to set up, a week to take down. the motors and fans and lights all had to be packed tight. the cardboard would scatter, pangea in the rain and sleet. i remember picking up a plank from that pirate ship, the paint blown clear off, all my hard work completely erased. a new kind of driftwood.

if this was a poem, and not a memory, i could wrap this up prettily. i could say that these skills landed me a cool job in the haunting industry or that it taught me the value of friendship and responsibility. but i actually think it's something better, something very pretty: there wasn't ever a moral to it.

the night was a long one. yes, there were assholes, people who broke stuff. but mostly it was just kids like us in cardboard costumes, dressed as an incredibly niche kind of truck. good parents who were friendly and laughing. teenagers who slunk in at late hours, wide-eyed and secretly delighted; who asked us can i help next year? like, do y'all take volunteers, or whatever? every year more people came, and told their friends, and offered to pay. and every year we said maybe next year and meant absolutely never.

we did it because it was enough to love something, and to make that love visible. we did it because there is very rarely an excuse to have fun. i think maybe especially, for me - we did it because every year, there was one first "customer" somewhere around 3-4PM, while we were still putting on the final touches. the sun would still be up, and we were frazzled and always-running-late, and these kids saw our vision unfinished in the bright light of day.

something about their parents murmuring say thank you and telling my mom this setup is so sweet while this little kid would grin up at us, dazzled by our artistic mediocrity. the fall air and the chill and their coat-over-a-panda-princess-costume. that first phrase of the night awkwardly managed over a pair of overly-large vampire teeth: a beautiful and excited trick or treat!

[dearggntlereader]

Nr.9 Santa Surprise ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Mattheo Riddle x reader CW: suggestive (like pre-smut but not really foreplay), cursing, innocent reader (?), picture does not represent the readers looks requested by: @foursgurlx

You know Mattheo loves you.

You also know that if you decided to never go further than hand and blowjobs he’d accept that. He goes through his life taking whatever you will give him with open arms and a happy smile.

But you want to do more.

And you want to make it special for Mattheo.

You went out with pansy a few weeks ago getting lingerie and some pretty bow themed stockings. You tried on a green set, a white one, a few red ones and a few pink ones.

The green one looked amazing but didn’t feel like Christmas, with the flower embroidery and simple cut, while the white one felt uncomfortable.

Pansy insisted you buy the first red one you tried on because it makes you “look like a sexy dragon princess” while the other made you look like you’re trying to be one.

In the end you bought said red one for another time and the prettiest light pink set with a bow between the cups for your breasts, matching stockings and a bow-like choker.

Adorned with bows and laying prettily on your bed you look like the perfect gift to unwrap. The kind you see amongst the load of others and immediately rip open, not even glancing at the mountain of presents around it.

You look fucking delicious.

“You ready?” Mattheo asks, a giddy smile on his face as he awaits your surprise. Ever since you called for him, telling him not to look until you say he can, he’s been fidgeting excitedly.

He confided in you a few years back that he never celebrated properly with his family, never got gifts, and your carefully thought out presents are still the only things that break his calm and cool demeanor. (apart from your kisses.)

You nod, too nervous to speak, before you realize he can’t see you and timidly open your mouth “mhm.”

Mattheo doesn’t know what exactly he was expecting, you already gave him his gift earlier over dinner, but it definitely isn’t you lying on your shared bed looking absolutely mouthwatering.

A gasp leaves his mouth at your sheer beauty and he can’t breath for a second because God. You’re looking up at him, pretty eyes shining impossibly bright as you bite your lips out of nervousness.

He can’t even focus on the way your skin radiates so warm and lovely without his mouth running dry.

And look- he might not be proud of it but he has fucked more women than average, seen many body’s and silhouettes, but none of them will ever compare to you. Not in the slightest.

Everytime you grace him by opening up to him a little more, allowing him to pleasure you, he mentally thanks gods he doesn’t even believe in. He wants to get on his hands and knees before the deity that created you and know he’ll be indebted to them forever for giving you to him.

But he can’t.

Getting on his knees for you, however? Very possible.

Except, you obviously took his gasp as a negative reaction from the way you fold into yourself and he just can’t have that.

In two long strides he’s standing infront of you and the next second his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you.

Mattheo’s press of his lips onto yours is warm and soft, gently reminding you of his love and care for you. You sigh into the kiss, opening your mouth for a lick of tongue.

Warmth blossoms in his chest as he smells your peach perfume, the one you only get out for special occasions, and he moves his hand to your waist, gently squeezing it.

When you slide your hands into his hair he makes the move to get properly on top of you, laying you firmly onto the white sheets and many pillows.

As Mattheo pulls away to admire you once more you let out a needy whine and he immediately dives back in. A soft murmur leaves his Lips, “You’re perfect.” causing heat to rise to your cheeks and shoot to your core.

“All for me.”

“All for you, Mattheo, all for you.”

“God, you’re perfect”

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[dollyyss]

The main four failing NNN

No Nut November. Just because it’s November and I think it would be funny :3

Established relationship. All characters are 18+

Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman.

Kyle Broflovski:

-He doesn’t actually have a hard time, in some way he participates and in some ways he doesn’t? He just doesn’t act on his urges as often as most would? Basically he knows to control himself.

-He finds it a bit amusing that you’re so “concerned” about it, honestly it’s not that big of a deal it’s just some stupid challenge.

-he curses himself for calling it stupid because now he’s sat on his bed with you between his legs staring up at him so prettily.

“Curse you y/n” Kyle groans. It’s not that this challenge was hard it’s the fact that you’re his girlfriend.. and he obviously has needs. He loves you for you obviously but the hormones of a teenage boy can be wild. “We’re supposed to be watching Ike..” you sigh softly and rub his thighs “he’s asleep it’s fine, ky if you don’t want to do this just tell me, if you really don’t want to fail.” You smirked gently and looked up at him, he gave you a sassy look. “Fail? I’m.. it’s a stupid challenge anyway, just.. just do it.” He stuttered gently and ran his hands through his curls before setting his hands to prop him up properly. Your fingers were quick to dance around the hem of his boxers, looking up at the ginger as you took out his length. Your eyes widened, you shouldn’t be in shock as you and Kyle have done things before, but they aren’t wrong about what they say about tall skinny nerdy boys.. they’re big. He looked to the side before side eyeing you and clearing his throat. “You stare a lot.” You quickly look up at him blushing “S-sorry sometimes it still shocks me..” he groaned and placed his hand on the back of your neck gently, rubbing his thumb on your skin “shut up” his hand found its way to your cheek, holding the side of your face to bend down to place a kiss to your lips, his member twitching in your hands. He was always so gentle.

Stan marsh:

-.. he’s trying so desperately to not fail. He wants to show you he can go without that stuff. But god does he fail so quickly. Stan never wants you to think he only wants you for sex, never. But he can’t help himself when you look so cute sitting on his lap while he plays games. Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs on either side of his waist while your head snuggles into the crook of his neck.

-he holds it out for so long but it all comes crashing down on him when you’re wiggling in his lap, nibbling on his ear while he try’s to keep quiet and focus on his game with Kyle.

“Baby, you’re moving too much..” he mutes his mic for a moment before going back to his game, while one hand was on his keyboard walking around the game he was playing His other hand rubbed your back. Your eyes peered up at him, smiling softly “sorry” you whispered. You laid your head back down on his shoulder, thighs softly squeezing either side of legs, your arms wrapped around his neck and played with the back of his hair. It wasn’t long before you moved again your clothed heat against his crotch making him clear his throat. It was when you whispered that he knew you wanted something. “..I’m trying not to fail..” you let out a soft huff and poured visibly “you wouldn’t even fail for me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes causing him to lean back in his chair a bit “baby c’mon don’t say that.. you’re gonna make me feel bad..” you let out a soft laugh at his comment and watch him go back to focusing on his match. You thought for a moment.. “we don’t have to do anything I just wanna, feel you.” His eyes immediately snapped back to you, staring at each other until he was lifting you up so you slightly hovered over him, his hands quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down as well as his boxers so his member was freely revealed, you were quick to push your pj shorts and panties to the side to sink down on him. Stan lets out a low groan, his two hands gripping onto your waist “relax baby” his lips find the corner of yours before reaching back for his keyboard and mouse and letting you bounce on him.

Kenny McCormick:

-fails without FAILURE MF IS FAILING THE MINUTE HE GETS A HOLD OF YOU OR EVEN HEARS YOU SPEAK. HE’S DONE FOR.

-everyone laughs at him because they can’t understand how someone can be so fucking horny, but they know Kenny would never participate and if he did he’d be failing the minute it his 12 am November 1st. That’s not what exactly happened but it did happy two days after. You had him staying over at your place and when your ass rubbed against him whilst you both laid down in your bed.. he was immediately taking your pants off, lips latched to your neck and thrusting into you like he was so desperate for it.

“Kennyyy” Kenny’s smile grew wider as he watched you tiredly walk over to him your arms open, eyes half closed and standing in his black slightly ripped tshirt. He smiled wide to show his missing tooth further in. His arms opened wider, letting you fall into his chest and move enough so your back was against him, ass comfortably sat against his crotch. He was quick to pause for a moment, looking at your bedroom door and looking back at the back of your head. His elbow propped him up so his eyes stared down at half your face. ���What cha doing” kenny spoke in a soft playful tone. You cocked a brow slowly moving your head enough to look at him fully “laying down? What are you doing?” Not much of a verbal answer was needed when you could feel his member growing against you. “Kenny. You’re not even four days in and you’re gonna fail?” You question giving him a jokingly disappointed look. He looked shocked, but played along with you “how dare you think I Kenny McCormick would participate in such a challenge, that’s just not me” he looked at you again, chuckling. “Besides.. I can’t help myself when you’re pressed against me.” His hand slid between your legs pulling you much closer, fingers sliding under your pj pants and panties. “Mmm.. feeling up for it babe” you only shook your head playfully and lifted your bottom half a bit so he had room to pull down your clothing, revealing your puffy heat. He was quick to do the same quickly pushing himself inside and biting your shoulder. “Think it would be funny if you told the guys I was able to last through the challenge.” “Oh my god shut up and start moving”

Eric Cartman:

-surprisingly he does fairly well. Like actually super well out of all of them, he’s the one the can last most likely to the very end. It may be just be to spite Kyle, or to show him he can do things better then him.. but still he holds off for quite a while.

-if I’m being honest I don’t think he fails at all. Though he’ll beg you to show him things just to settle him, though you always refuse because he’d still be failing by looking at your naked.

“Just one peak” you sigh and look up at him, the movie in the background now paused “Eric if you ask me one more fucking time, you are seeing my boobs and that’s final” he looks back relatively shocked but rolls his eyes “jeez, someone’s got a stick up their ass. It’s not a fail if I just see them” “ERIC” he puts his hands in the air in defence and leans back into the couch “alright alright god damn, chill out woman” you cross your arms and look back to the movie to unpause it, you’re now about half way through when Cartman puts his arm around your waist, fingers dancing under it and on your skin “so like I don’t get to see like at all? Not even for a second?” “ERIC FUCKING CARTMAN NO”

[ilys00ga]

𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗲?

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 897

➞ synopsis: just shy bf yoongi proposing to his gf :)

➞ genre: established relationship, shy bf yoongi, marriage proposal, fluffy fluff.

➞ A/N: I honestly can't believe I managed to finally write something just in a few hours lmao. BUTs this is actually inspired by a tiktok/reel i watched a while ago. i lost it now but it was about a guy proposing to his gf and the gf was so freaking cute she kept screaming and jumping around, he ended uo jumping along with her and screaming too lmao it was so cute i hope they r happy rn! enjoy babes <3

- ignore typos and mistakes :)

★ MASTERLIST.

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Yoongi’s hands were trembling on his lap. The longer he waited, the more sweaty his warm palms got.

He would’ve enjoyed the atmosphere he was wrapped up in at that very moment, really. If it weren't for his irritated nervous system completely isolating him from the world outside of his mind, his being.

Outdoors, under the sparkling night sky, Yoongi laid on the grass with his lover by his side, stargazing. A blazed fire pit closely by their feet, paired with the splendid view of the mountains and the lake surrounding them, that was the kind of atmosphere he'd been preparing for his girlfriend for the past two months.

The rythmic, pulsating sound of night crickets chirping somewhere in the distance added a nice shade of color to their painting.

Perhaps, renting that vacation house for a few days was the one of the best decisions he'd made for his lover, but his plan was hanging off his entire body like some heavy metal armor, and it almost felt as though the small ring box hiding in his pocket was close to exploding at any moment.

Turning his head to the side, the sight of his girl smiling so brightly as she gazed up to the sky soared his heart up. Yoongi loved people watching. It’s almost in his nature, being a quiet, introverted person in his very core. He loved admiring people the most when they were busy with the things they loved the most, the things they found mesmerizing and beautiful the most. He loved watching people being people.

He loved it more when people were his person, his girl. And when she told him a few weeks ago about her love for stars, the idea popped in his head, and he couldn't help but make a secret promise in his heart. A promise that he'd make her spend one of her best nights under the shining bright sky, with him by her side.

So, when her eyes met his staring ones questioningly, he realized he'd bsent-mindedly uttered her name out loud.

That's when he took a deep breath in, felt the chill night air filling his chest up, and knew it was the right moment.

He dipped his hand into his pocket, feeling the hard box with his sweaty fingers. “I've been planning this for a really long time.”

Her questioning gaze turned confused when he sat up, attentively curious, but she let him speak. It only made him blush, though. And he tried to brush it off by looking down at the fist only he knew what's hidden inside of it.

Between his shyness and her amused chuckle, he pressed on his brain to function properly and carry his mission out.

“I had everything figured out. From renting this place, to setting this fire up. Yet, as I sit down here under the stars, with you right in front of me…this is all I can manage to do.”

With trembling, long fingers, Yoongi carefully and slowly opened the small box, presented it to the girl.

He watched her eyes leaving his to land on his hands, on the ring sitting prettily right in the middle of the box. In a matter of seconds, she stood up and gasped. The way her resting face snapped into a shocked one and her hand flew to cover her ajar mouth almost had him barking a short laugh out, but Yoongi smiled nervously nonetheless.

“Oh my god…!” She started screaming, jumping around in her place with so much excitement and glee. Yoongi couldn't decide whether to be grateful that her reaction helped quietening a lot of his nerves down, or burst out in laughter. Either way, his cheeks ached as he grinned so widely, too relieved and happy to even pop the question to his lady.

“Damn, you really were waiting for it!”

He waited patiently, letting her have her moment. His heart never slowed down, however. It beat so fast that he could swear he was getting slightly dizzy.

It didn't take too long for her to—momentarily—calm down, allowing the man who's been staring every so lovingly at her to finish what he started.

“Hold on, im supposed to be on one knee.” he said, but she stopped him right away.

“Youre doing just fine. Go for it, I don't care.” She took his free hand in hers and beamed at him. Yoongi was long since gone, by that point.

“I don't know what to say anymore. I'm usually a very careful guy.” He gulped timidly, “I'm too wary to take huge steps like this one. But somehow, whenever I'm with you, I always know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm just… too sure to be reluctant about it.

“So, __, will you marry me?–” before he could even finish the last syllable of his little speech, she yelled out a series of ‘yes, yes, yes, yes!’ and jumped right into his arms.

Yoongi thought that all puffs of air left his lungs and that he stopped breathing as soon as the first ‘yes’ eagerly escaped her lips.

His arms wrapped up around her so tight, his eyes closed shut as he buried his face in her shoulder, and the stars shone bright above their heads. A silent key witness of yet another new stage of their love.

[cupcakegirl3]

i know places - chapter 2

ch1 , ch3

s: waking up the second morning

tw: kidnapping, showering, waxing

wc: 0.8k words

a/n: i am all for #bush but i just wanted a way to show that they have full control over the reader - i also use “little” as a body description but i don’t mean it physically i more mean it as wanda sees her as her submissive

Wanda sighed prettily as Natasha kissed down her neck. Her pink lingerie put her beautiful tits on full display. Natasha ran her manicured fingers along one of them, squeezing it as she went.

Natasha had on a black lacy matching set, her muscles on her arms flexed as her hands stretched over Wanda’s body.

Natasha lightly pushed Wanda back on the plush bed. Natasha trailed her kisses down to her abdomen, then to her thighs. Wanda’s hips bucked up and she was quick to push them down.

“We have to teach her patience,” Natasha’s eyes looked at me. “isn’t that right princess.”

I woke up in a cold sweat, confused as to the dream I just had. It was more vivid than any dream I had in the past. I could still hear the two of them, see both of them.

The locks on my door clicked open, I didn’t even want to know how she knew I was awake. Wanda walked in, a smile on her pretty face. “Good morning princess.”

Unlike yesterday, Wanda made quick work of unlocking me and helped me stand up. “Daddy had to leave early this morning, she should be back soon. I think we should surprise her, what do you think?”

I shrugged, looking at the floor. I could barely look at her without thinking about my dream.

She pulled my chin so I would look at her. “Don't you want to make Daddy happy?”

I shrugged, her face went dark. “You want to make Daddy happy.”

A red wisp covered my eyes, “I want to make Daddy happy.”

“Good girl.” She smiled, making the wisp go away.

I didn’t say that but it was my voice. She didn’t let me think about it, instead pulling me towards another door in my room. This one didn’t have a lock, instead she just opened it.

Everything in this house was beautiful so it shouldn’t have been shocking that even my bathroom was beautiful. She unlocked my handcuff, the first time it was off since I had been here.

Wanda was quick to lock the door. “Let’s get you clean.”

Her fingers lightly took off the straps of my dress before pulling it down. My lip quivered as she made me step out of it. I was completely bare before her.

Wanda smiled, looking down at me. “You’re so sweet. Has anyone ever seen you naked?”

I shook my head, Wanda licked her lips.

“Of course not baby, you’re so innocent.”

I didn’t respond as she turned on the shower,

“Go ahead and get in, it gets warm fast.”

“Are you-“

“You can’t be left alone, baby, someone could break in and steal you.”

She guided me into the walk in shower, shuttung the glass door behind me. I guess I should be greatful she didn’t join me.

I could feel her eyes on me as I washed my hair and my body. I did it quickly, I usually loved taking long hot showers, but I couldn’t do that with her here. Plus the hot water hurt the cut on my cheek from Natasha’s punch.

She was waiting for me with a large white towel. Her eyes were everywhere but my face. I knew my nipples were pebbled in the cool bathroom.

The white towel was warm on me at least, her lips met my forehead again. “So beautiful, your precious little body.”

It didn’t matter that I was the same height as her, I felt small in comparison. She didn’t chain my arms back together as she guided me back into my room.

No, not my room, the room.

Wanda simply moved her wrist and a small table appeared in the corner of my room.

“Natasha doesn’t mind body hair, after this you dictate it. But for the first time Natasha wants to be able to see you, all of you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m going to wax you baby.”

I was defeated by the time she was done. The pain was horrible, no matter how much Wanda did try to soothe it. She kept saying sweet nothings but I couldn’t listen to most of them.

Wanda was a lot nicer than Natasha, she was more calm and caring. She was sweeter and smiled. She didn’t punch or slap me. She even let me wear a shirt while she waxed me.

I was shaking when she finally pulled me off the table. She rubbed soothing lotion all over my skin, cooing about how soft and smooth it was. It did feel nice to feel the soft skin rubbing against each other. Wanda slid on a pair of shorts but I was still cold.

Wanda clicked her tongue and I instantly was scared again that she was going to punish me. Instead, she took off her own sweatshirt, putting it on me.

My eyes instantly fell to her chest. Her nipples were showing through her tank top and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

“Do you like them, baby?”

I was pulled from my trance, looking back to the ground. Heat rose to my face.

“Come on baby, let’s go get some lunch, you really slept in.”

[running-with-kn1ves]

Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

WC:2000

Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take. 

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home. 

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you. 

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

 “I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…” 

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back. 

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered. 

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free. 

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation. 

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?” 

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth. 

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--” 

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you. 

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you. 

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort. 

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired. 

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin. 

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--” 

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer. 

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him. 

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.” 

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster. 

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over. 

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you. 

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked. 

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard. 

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.” 

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone. 

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.” 

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto. 

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness. 

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

[jyoongim]

Okay so I think my typing is a bit better now. So I’m requesting fren some Alastor smut of course! I need that good big t-shirt and bonnet sex ya know? Summ soft but still nasty enough to give you butterflies. Maybe just sitting up waiting from him to finish his last broadcast of the night🤭

@callmeoncette you really had my brain go BRRR

Why do i feel like this was too short???? ANYWAY!!!

Themes: black coded reader, big shirt/bonnet combo, soft smut, late night sex

You sat curled under a blanket in bed reading a book. The radio played in the background, the soft sounds of screams keeping you awake despite the late hour. 

Alastor should be coming down soon, his last broadcast always ended with the tormented screams of souls he had collected.

You were usually fast asleep by the time he slid into bed and curled around you, but you wanted to greet your demon from a long day of broadcasting.

You were halfway through your book when the sound of the bedroom door opening.

”what are you still doing up my doe?” Alastor asked setting his shoes by the door, shredding his outer jacket.

You smiled, bookmarked your chapter and got up to greet him.

”Weeelll I wasn’t feeling really tired so i caught up on some reading. I caught your last segment, oh how wonderful those screams sounded.  Got me all riled up” you purred as you loosened his bow tie and began working on the buttons on his shirt.

Alastor smiled down at you as he took you in. You were dressed for bed, a big t-shirt swallowing your form and hair tied in a satin bonnet. His lanky arms wrapped around your waist, hands falling on your plump ass, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric.

”hmm really? Well I am happy that my broadcast aroused such lust from a beautiful soul”

Once he was undressed, you pulled him to the bed, peppering his face in kisses as he relaxed from such a long day.

Your hands curled in his red locks, scratching at his undercut that had him purring like a cat.

He sighed as he relaxed against the headboard, ears flickering as you softly tickled the tufts. His hands rubbed soothingly on your thighs as you settled your weight on him, thighs settling on either side of his hips.

He cocked his head as his hands ran underneath the shirt, tapping his fingers along your soft skin “No panties? What a naughty girl”

You teasingly pressed your naked cunt against his clothed crotch, grinding softly on the hard bulge that poked you.

Settling your arms around his neck, you pressed your lips against his, nipping at his lips as your hips slowly grinded into him.

Alastor let out a sof grunt as your cunt dragged against him, cock catching your clit making you moan into the kiss.

”How about a quick night cap?” You asked, reaching behind you to caress his cock through his boxers.

You fished to free his cock from its confinement, and adjusted your hips to take his cock.

His ears twitched as you sunk onto his cock, sighing as he was hugged by your warm walls.

You lifted your hips and slowly sank back down, slowly finding a rhythm as you nuzzled into his neck, sucking hickies into the flesh.

Alastor preened as your sharp teeth nipped and sucked at his skin. He sighed deeply as he tightened his grip on your hips, static crackling the air as he sunk deep into your cunt.

His clawed hands traveled up your body, shirt engulfing his arms as he thumbed the perked mounds.

”O-Oh fuuuck” you gasped, rolling your hips as he pinched your nipples slightly.

Your cunt made a loud squelch as you began to ride him a little faster, chasing after your orgasm.

Alastor brought a hand to grasp the back of your neck, fingers rooting in your hair, pulling your head so he could look at you.

You will always be gorgeous in his eyes, but there were moments when you were ethereal.

Like right now. You dressed in nothing but a thin, oversized-shirt, bonnet and you were taking his cock so prettily.

How could he not be smitten?

Your face was flushed, eyes blown out, and plump lips releasing whines as he thrusted up into you, using his arms that were practically wrapped around you to pull you down to meet his thrusts.

With a growl, he tugged your head so your lips slotted against his, taking advantage of the moan that poured from your lips to delve his tongue into your mouth.

Tongues tangled together, you both devoured the other as pleasure raked through your bodies.

Breaking away from his lips with spit connecting you, you whined softly in his ear, pushing your hips down hard 

”c-cum I’m cumming oh fu-fuck aah a-Alastor please please” you whimpered riding out your orgasm.

Alastor purred at you, kissing your shoulder, “that’s a good girl. You feel so good dear, making such a mess on my cock”

Your gummy walls continued to milk him as he angled your hips to hit that sweet spot over and over until he spilled his cum into you,

”you always take me so well darlin. F-fuck. Yea that’s right take my cum baby take it.”

You slumped against his chest as you slowly recovered from your orgasm. Alastor rubbed your back as you purred happily, slowly falling asleep. He went to lift your hips, to relieve your poor cunt of his cock, but you growled softly “Keep it in”. He smiled as he adjusted himself to lay on his back as he held you.

Soft snores greeted his ears and Alastor ran his hands over your body. He truly adored you. 

You shifted in your sleep, making his cock twitch back to life. He patted your ass, kissed your forehead as your cunt clenched around him making him sigh.

What a naughty thing you were.

[ren-054]

Tiny AIW Excerpt…

(This doesn’t guarantee a bigger story in the future, have mercy on me pls /lh)

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

(prologue thing?)

They took away everything I had left to hold onto. Everything but them, at least. It almost felt freeing, a relief, in a strange way.

The scent of flowers was thick and sweet to my senses. My thoughts slowly blur together as I drowned in the heavy aroma.

No longer did I have to uphold myself as a person. In this land, responsibility was merely a word. A silly word, at that. I was being offered the chance to be freed from the pressure of my former life on a silver platter by the people who have unfailingly proved their devotion to me again and again. Who would I be to deny them?

Gentle hands of cool metal joints and warm motors take my own of flesh. There is an unspoken promise in our grasps.

Out there, there wasn’t anything waiting for me. Really, I had submitted to my fate long before I came here. Before I met them.

I would miss the surface.. My friends.. My brother..

If I just stayed right where I was, surely I’d be happy. He said so. They both did. And I believe them, as much as they believe in me that I’ll stay. I have nowhere to run, therefore I’d never think to walk.

Here, I’ll be safe. Here, I’ll be happy.

• • • • •

(Main excerpt)

“Sugarcube!~ It’s time for tea!”

I shift as a voice rouses me awake and I groan in protest. I felt so warm… I didn’t want to get up… Get up…

Get up from where?

Eyes snapping open, I sit up, finding myself on a grass and wool-stuffed mattress. A warm blanket made of soft fibers had been wrapped around my body, shrugged off when I began to scan my surroundings.

The room was dimly lit and the air was crisp, making me imagine the walls were made of stone or perhaps bricks. Unfortunately my vision wasn’t the best without my glasses. Candles were lit about the room. There were no windows, but there was a lone door on the far wall. Was I underground?

“There’s my little sunshine!” The same voice from before warbled, followed by the clinking of porcelain. “Come! Come! Before your tea gets cold!”

With bleary vision, I turn toward the voice. At a small wooden table set in the middle of the room sat a familiarly flamboyant red-clad figure with their knees up to their chest as they tried to sit in one of the child-sized chairs. I began shuffling off the bed, brushing myself off.

“M-Mister Hatter?” I mumbled as I walked over. “Wher—“

The Hatter tutted at me before I could finish, placing a delicate finger up to my lips. “Dearest little dewdrop, I told you, you can just call me Sun!”

“Uh, Sun?” I eyed the liquid the bot was pouring into the cups. Yellow flower petals and flecks of green herbs floated prettily along the surface of the unknown brew.

“Hmmm?” Hatter hummed, the swirls in his eyes seeming to glow with warmth at the sound of his name.

“Where am I? I didn’t fall down another hole again, did I?” I rubbed at my eyes. “And have you seen my glasses anywhere?”

“Oh! Those are right here!” Dodging my first question, the Hatter pointed at the other side of the table which sat the other teacup along with the distinct sheen of my lenses against the candlelight. “Come on! Have a sit with this lonely hatter!”

“Ah, right.” I nodded before taking my seat across from the bot, putting my glasses back on once I sat. Ah, vision at last.

The first thing I realized was the room was dingy, dustier than I expected. Before I could really notice any other finer details, Sun piped up once again.

“Very good, my dear,” he praised with a light laugh that made me nearly blush. “Now then, where you are. That’s a simple one!”

I leaned in with anticipation. With a relaxed—almost smug—gaze, the Hatter answered.

“I brought you home.”

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Two Can Keep a Secret... If One of Them is Dead

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Omega x Reader

Hiiiiiiiiii bitches ❤️ it's been a long time. I've been sitting on a few wips for a while. Obviously I took a break from writing; I'm not sure how frequently I'll continue writing, but I'm happy I finished this one!

This is the follow up to Dreams Come True and connected to My Dirty Little Secret 💋 enjoy!

Word count: 4.1k

CW: PURE SMUT, threesome, dom/sub a little bit, size difference, knotting, p in v, lingerie, MDNI

You're still the only person he trusted to see him like this. Even after nearly a year of meeting in private, wearing your lingerie together, Terzo only wanted this with you. He liked to laze about for hours, enjoying his new outfits, not wanting to waste them by getting right down to business, so you'd tease each other, play with yourselves, kiss and makeout for quite a while leading up to the main event.

"You look beautiful in this. What's that you say in Italian--𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢?" The Italian always make him blush so prettily, a warm pink spreading across his chest and cheeks. Slowly dragging your fingernails over the bow on his hip, he inhales sharply, arching up into the sensation.

"You already have me so hard," Terzo groans, "I feel, ah, horny drunk!" He giggles. It's a giggle he would never want anyone but you to hear; it would be unflattering for a Papa to be heard giggling like that. He always has such a cold exterior, unhappy even. There are so few people who know how warm he really can be, and what he truly likes.

Sure, you've seen him in many gorgeous lingerie sets, but you also know he likes to read, further he likes to read aloud to you until you fall asleep; he knows a lot about vintage wines; you know his grandmother taught him to cook at a young age back in Italy; he can braid hair; and he likes to sing along to old vinyl records.

In all the time you'd known him, you'd only known him to get close to one other person, or ghoul, rather--

*𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬*

"Who is that?" Terzo whispers, softly looking up at you.

"I don't know, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, it's your room," you chuckle, stroking his cheek softly, "Why don't you answer it?"

"B-but..." He looks down at himself, "They can't see me like this."

"Then put on your robe," you kiss his nose to encourage him, well aware of the panic in his eyes, as well as the way his heartbeat speeds up in his chest. "Surely whoever it is would only come at this late hour if it were important..." you kiss next to his ear before breathing softly, "or unless they feel welcome in your chambers." After that, you lean up, removing your body from his and retrieving his robe from the closet door. As he sits up on the bed, you hand it to him before informing him, "I'll go to the restroom, give you some privacy." You give him a quick kiss, and exit to the next room.

Hesitantly, he pulls on the silk charmeuse cover-up before shuffling over to the heavy mahogany door. Quietly, he turns the antique glass doorknob to poke his head out. His defenses are lowered as he sees his favorite ghoul, "Omega," he sighs in relief, "I should've expected it was you. Ever the gentleman for only knocking once, despite me making you wait."

"Papa," is all the tall demon says. And 'tall' really is an understatement; it was one thing to see him on stage, but to see him in person and have to crane your neck back to even meet his eyes, it really speaks to the way he towers over everybody. Slowly, he cups Terzo's black locks in his large clawed hand, leaning down to kiss him.

The antipope's fingers smooth over the ghoul's chest, feeling the inhumanly slow thump beneath his ribs. Few people knew that the frontman of Ghost was thinking of his most beloved ghoul when he wrote the lines of Cirice... "𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵."

"Omegahhh..." He breathes as his ghoul moves to kiss his neck, a weak spot for the leader of the church. With a little nudge, Terzo is pushing Omega off of him. "Omega," he inhales raggedly, "I- I wasn't expecting you. I'm, uh, I'm not--"

"What's this?" the demon interrupts his Papa, gesturing to the thin black strap peeking out from beneath his robe where the ghoul's mouth had just been.

The shorter man immediately pulls his robes back into place, crossing his arms. "It is nothing, amante."

The ghoul chuckles darkly, "C'mon," he takes Terzo's hips in his hands to walk him back into the bedroom, clicking the door shut and locking it. "You can't hide from me, Papa," he says lowly before raking his fingers through those short raven locks once again to steal another kiss.

After a long evening of teasing with you, combined with a heated kiss from his Omega, Terzo can hardly help the lustblown look in his eyes.

Speak of the devil, you're sitting on the bed silently observing the scene playing out. It only takes the deft creature a few short seconds of observation before he spots you. "I didn't know you were with somebody, Papa."

A mix of flustered feelings crosses the man's face as he looks back and forth between you and the ghoul: desire, confusion... guilt. He'd normally never 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 feel guilty being caught between two lovers, if it had been any other lovers. But the two of you? You're the one soft spot he has in this world, and Omega is the one that holds him together when everything is falling apart.

"Terzo?" You ask, and you have to hold back a smug smile when his love drunk eyes meet yours, "Did you double-book yourself, love?"

When he bites his lip and looks down at his feet though, you know it's gone a little further than simple teasing.

Leaping from the bed, you rush to his side. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you whisper, "Hey, hey, what's wrong, huh?"

He looks as if he's about to tear up, "I don't want to lose either of you," he says weakly.

"What?? Who said anything about that?! No, it's okay, baby," you pull him into a hug, rubbing circles into his back to calm him ease his mind. "Why would you think that, sweetheart?"

"Because... You didn't know about each other," he straightens up a bit as he explains.

"Terz... Everyone in the world knows about you and Omega," you stroke his cheek again, "and I'm sure it's not lost on him that you take other lovers. Right, Omega?"

The ghoul simply nods, slipping his hand into his Papa's and caressing the smaller digits with his thumb. They share a long glance at one another before Terzo apologizes, "Mi dispiace."

"No apologies. It's all okay," you step back, giving him some space, but still holding his other hand, "besides... We could all have a lot of fun together, hm?"

The antipope looks down again, this time trying to hide his smile.

You take a step towards him, waiting for him to look up, so you can kiss him properly. Your lips move together until you suddenly break the kiss, Terzo chasing after you. "C'mon, Omega," you offer the invitation as you move behind your lover, nibbling on the shell of his ear. As he leans into your affections, the ghoul sees the time to strike; while Terzo's neck is exposed, Omega meets the skin with teeth and tongue.

The poor man trapped between you can't help the moan that rips from his chest. His mismatched eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack as his fingers clammer to hold onto anything: your thigh, Omega's arm, dear life.

It's only when Omega goes for the ties on his Papa's robes that the shorter one stiffens up again. Clutching the collar, he keeps the article of clothing closed. "Papa?" the ghoul asks, uncertainty in his tone. Very rarely is he barred from getting under his lover's clothes.

"I should go change," the raven haired man mumbles, but you catch him before he can get away from you.

"He's never seen you dressed up, has he?" you whisper quietly in his ear. He shakes his head no. You reply, a little louder this time, "You should show him how pretty you can be, 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢..."

Terzo is pretty sure you're trying to break his brain. Caught once again between embarrassment and lust, he glances back and forth between his lovers. "I- I can't," he softly declares, face blooming a shade of red you'd never seen on him before.

Just as you're about to speak another phrase of encouragement, Omega simply takes his lover's hand again, gently tracing his large thumb over his small fingers. "Pretty Papa," is all the ghoul utters.

Terzo looks up, sharing a long look with his ghoul, before offering an almost imperceivable nod.

Slowly, almost glacially, Omega places a hand on the smaller man's shoulder, sliding the piece of silk out of the way to reveal a little more skin, as well as the same bra strap that had been peeking out earlier. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to Terzo's lips, "Pretty Papa," he asserts again before moving forward with sliding his robe off.

It's tantalizing to watch these two with one another; they have a way of communicating with hardly any words. Trust is not something that one receives easily from Papa Emeritus the Third, but it runs deep with his ghoul, and one can practically see the loyalty present in Omega's eyes when he looks at his Papa. You can't help but imagine their nights together on tour, lost in one another's bodies and finding a little slice of home in each other when home was really halfway across the world.

It really is a simple set that Terzo is wearing: a sheer black bra with matching panties, with little bows tied at his hips and on his back, kind of like a dressed up bikini.

Omega growls at the sight, dropping to his knees. "Pretty Papa," he grumbles excitedly one last time before starting to place sloppy open mouthed kisses to his abdomen and above his hips, nails scratching at Terzo's soft thighs hard enough to leave bright red claw marks.

Overwhelmed as he is, your lover still turns to look for you as the demon draws little moans and whimpers from him. In a second, you're by his side, treating him with the soft kind of love that he likes: stroking his cheek and kissing his nose and heated gazes. The juxtaposition of yours and Omega's affections feel as if they're tearing the man asunder, but like a greedy little fool, he wants both. "I need you," he blurts out looking at you, "both of you," he finishes his sentence looking down at the ghoul knelt before him.

Knowing the desperate look in his lover's eyes, Omega picks him up, wrapping his muscular arms around his favorite pair of thighs. Trudging a few steps across the room, the ghoul makes a rag doll of Trrzo, tossing his small frame onto the plush pile of pillows. Before crawling on top of the man, Omega thinks better of it, turning to catch your eye. Sitting back on one heel while the other foot braces his weight on the floor, he turns halfway towards you, offering out his hand.

You consider him for a moment, then you carefully put your hand in his--and boy, do you become aware of how large this creature is when you do that. Expecting that he could whisk you across the room effortlessly, you're surprised to find how gentlemanly he is as he helps hoist you up onto the bed. Softly, you thank him before going to rest next to Terzo.

"La mia bestia knows how to be sweet when I want him to be," murmurs quietly in your ear, side-eyeing the demon. You offer a low chuckle before giving him a kiss, tracing your fingers along his neck and jawbone.

Suddenly, the man slips from your grasp down the bed, practically strung up by his feet by Omega. His lover pounces on top of him, claiming the smaller man's mouth and drawing a wimpy little moan from him. When the kids is broken, you hear Terzo speak up again, "Now, amante, it isn't nice to swipe toys away from others on the playground."

Omega shoots a look at you then back at Terzo. With a growl and a nip on his lover's ear, he murmurs, "You are a toy. My favorite toy..." Without another word, he picks the man up, whipping him around so Terzo's back is flush with the demon's abdomen. "I guess I'll share," he grunts, trailing long claws up tan thighs and threatening the ties on the little black lingerie set. "Il mio bel Papa," the ghoul places possessive kisses marking Terzo's neck. It's enchanting to hear him speak Italian. "Ragazzo dolce, it will be a shame to take it off, but you have quite the treat to share with her."

A gasp, then a sigh, as Terzo's eyes flutter upward, finally receiving some relief where he needs it most. The ghoul's oversized hand massages him through the fine silk, expertly working base and tip simultaneously. With his knees trembling, your Papa reaches back to brace himself, nails digging into Omega's ink black thighs. He'd been teased and edged by you all afternoon into the evening; it wouldn't take much for him to come undone.

By this point, you can't help but slip your fingers over your clothed folds at the sight of how Omega handles your shared lover. Watching him rake his nails over Terzo's hips until those little black bows loosen, revealing him to you both is something you could watch over and over again. The size of his taloned hand taking over the length that had made you feel so full before...

"Hnnngg..." the whine abruptly rips itself from the small man through, "Ah! Ommegahhhnnn..."

The sound of your Papa whining for someone so desperately sends waves of heat through you, but it's immediately overshadowed by the sudden pang of guilt you feel as the ghoul barks a swift, commanding, "NO." Omega grips the base of Terzo's cock tightly, eliciting a high pitched groan from the raven haired man as his body bucks, eyes screwed shut.

You'd never been so cruel as to completely deny your lover of his orgasm; even if your edging went overboard, you couldn't resist seeing Terzo in such pleasure. But wow, Omega even made you feel like your hand had been caught in the cookie jar with that harsh demand.

Terzo chokes out a sob, his body held up only by Omega's grip on him: one hand still firmly around his member and the other wrapped tightly around his Papa's chest and shoulders. When Terzo turns to his beloved demon with tear-filled eyes, the ghoul simply chuckles, remarking, "We couldn't have you ruin all the fun so soon, hm?" before tossing him aside, where he lands beside you.

In an instant, you're wrapped around him, as he curls up catching his breath. Placing kisses to the top of his head and smoothing down his raven locks, you whisper how good he was, telling him what a great job he did, and that it's all okay. "You're still my pretty principessa," you smile at him before he pulls you in for another one of your honey-sweet kisses. "Are you okay?" you inquire more seriously after.

He nods, reassuring you that this isn't his first rodeo, "You should see me in the Ghoul's Den... Although I must admit, this is a heady combination of lovers for me." Both of you share a breathy laugh, falling into snuggling once again, hands trailing one another's bodies as you're careful to avoid what is likely a very overstimulated area on him.

Skilled hands apply the perfect amount of pressure as they squeeze and pinch your flesh, drawing his favorite little noises from you. As his fingers slide the strap of your lingerie from your shoulder, his lips follow sensually, trailing feather light kisses to your soft skin. "It is time to take this off, no?" He always asks permission before undressing you, and you always concede; no one makes getting undressed as romantic as Terzo.

As he slides the last stitch of clothing off down your legs, you pose a question, "What about this?" You gesture towards his lacy black bra, "Do you want this off?"

Smirking, he shakes his head no, "We will let Omega have his fun."

As if on queue, the demon reappears at the foot of the bed, completely devoid of clothes, his large member in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Terzo perks up, a knowing look on his face, before he crawls down the bed and places a kiss to Omega's lips before spinning around and positioning himself on all fours in front of his lover. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦.

"You won't get it so easy tonight, Papa," the demons voice rumbles.

Terzo's head spins around so fast you're sure he just have whiplash.

Omega chuckles darkly, "It would be rude to forget your other guest." He grabs Terzo's jaw, forcing him to hold eye contact, "Pleasure her. Prepare her as I prepare you." One final swipe of the pad of his thumb across the smaller man's lips accentuates his point.

The raven haired man turns back to you, gesturing for you to lie in front of him, "Good thing-"

"𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩." The word is accented by a harsh smack on Terzo's thigh, "You're nothing but our toy tonight."

Papa feigns a pitiful look, but he does a poor job hiding his smirk as he falls to his elbows between your legs. Starting with a few soft open-mouthed kisses on your folds, he assumes the position: arms wrapped around your thighs holding you in place, ass high up in the air for Omega to have his way with.

Finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, you find some much needed relief against his tongue. Holding eye contact with him, your soft moans let your lover know that he's doing an excellent job, as always.

Behind him, Omega places a lubed up finger right where his amore wants it most. You feel Terzo suck in an anticipatory breath before continuing his ministrations. Teasingly, the ghoul circles his finger around before pushing slowly into his lover, drawing a needy moan from him.

It feels good when Terzo moans against you like that. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair to let him know.

Omega starts properly working the smaller man open, pumping one finger then two in and out of his tight little hole. Terzo eats you out like a man starved, throwing himself into the task at hand to keep from getting worked up too quickly. He hollows out his cheeks as he sucks your clit hard, tongue still flicking over your bud.

By now, you're much noisier than before between Terzo's wicked tongue and the sight of Omega turning his boyfriend to putty. In that moment, you learn there's nothing quite as hot as when Terzo's tongue stutters, eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows knitted upward as Omega finds that sweet spot inside him.

The ghoul only tortures his lover momentarily, pulling three thick fingers out of him before lining his monstrous member up between those plump cheeks. "You want it?"

Terzo let's out a shaky, "Mm-hmmm..." nodding against your core. He looks up to you almost as if to apologize, for what you don't know. Maybe for what you're about to witness. Maybe because he's a little distracted from the way he normally pleases you.

Either way, no apology was needed. You're more turned on than you have been in a while seeing these two together.

Slicking up with a bit more lube, Omega slides past his Papa's rim with a pop, earning guttural noises from the small man. All of a sudden, Terzo is pulled away from you entirely as the ghoul manhandles the little black bra, gripping it to roughly push his lover back on his cock. Terzo fists the sheets in pain and pleasure as he takes everything the demon will give him.

"Good boy. Pretty Papa."

"Ohh-Omegaahh..." he huffs, eyes glazed over.

The ghoul leans over his lover, rocking in and out of him slowly until he's full to the hilt before whispering, "You're falling down on the job, Papa," and gesturing at you.

Knowing that Omega won't give him what he wants until he's done as he's told, Terzo grabs you by the ankles, roughly dragging you down the bed and reattaching his mouth to you. It's nearly overwhelming not only physically, but also the way that this ghoul makes your Papa act like he's searching for an oasis in the desert: he'll get what he craves if he works hard enough for it.

This time, the raven haired man hikes your legs up, hooking them on his shoulders and doesn't hesitate to slip two digits into you. The rush of it all doesn't give you time to falter--you're hurdling right towards the edge.

Only then does the ghoul settle into a rhythm--a fierce punishing rhythm--thrusting in and out of Terzo.

Locking eyes with equally desperate looks, you and Terzo find yourselves at the mercy of Omega, dominant enough to command two lovers at once. Tremors ripple through your body as your orgasm overcomes you; hot white takes over your vision as Papa obediently works you through your high.

Coming back to reality, you find your body directly beneath your lover's, his wild lust-blown eyes looking for yours. Oversensitivity rushes through you as Terzo rocks his member against your dripping wet cunt, controlled by the rough drag of Omega's hips.

"Per favore... lasciami prenderti, per favore," the raven haired man huffs his need in your ear, to which you nod your consent.

With a groan, he enters you; it won't be long until he's spent. Omega has to practically force the smaller man's hips up as he collapses on top of you, his arms weak from the evening.

Greedily, Terzo laps at your skin, kissing and sucking your neck and chest. In that moment, your hands tangled in those short black locks, your eyes wander up to the dark figure at the edge of the bed. Mesmerized, he watches the point where he's connected with the man that hold his heart. Like shockwaves, you feel the passionate way he fills Terzo, making the smaller man press into you.

Were it not for his ink black skin, you would've sworn he was blushing as his voice finally breaks, "Ter... Terzo-"

"Dammelo 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰!" Terzo barks at his lover, knowing exactly what that one little word from the ghoul means.

With a growl, Omega fiercely grabs Terzo's shoulder, forcing his body back on his swollen knot. Just before Papa's length pulled out of you, they both rock back forward into you. Letting out a whorish moan, Terzo cums deep inside you; both your body and his are rushed full of warmth as the two men finish. The idea alone sends another small ripple through you...

You wrap your arms around the man pressed tight against your body, massaging your hands across his back as you watch him grunt and moan his way through his orgasm. Your soothing motions are cut short by a heavy weight on one your hands. Warm but electrifying, Omega's hand encapsulates yours. Looking up, you make eye contact--𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 make eye contact--with the ghoul for the first time.

You feel connected with him in some way, like you can feel how much he appreciates what you do for the man he loves. Terzo and Omega possess one another in the way they love, but Omega recognizes that his Papa needs the tenderness that you offer.

Flashing an almost imperceptible smirk at the beast, your attention is pulled back to the one lying on top of you.

"Mmhuuhh..." he mutters

"Hmm?" you ask, smiling down at Terzo, "You okay?"

"Mm.. completely, uhhh, fucked out," he sputters against your chest before pulling out of you.

Both you and Omega chuckle at the little man, and in one swift motion, Omega turns them both so they're lying on their sides next to you, still connected at the knot.

"C'mere," Terzo mumbles, grabbing at your waist.

Sliding in to cuddle with them, you jest, "How do you have even an ounce of energy left, principessa?"

"I don't," he squints his eyes to steal a glance up at you.

Leaning down, you kiss his forehead, "Go to sleep. Sweet dreams, Papa."

[siancore]

Richonne | 1k words | Rated T

A/N: Written for the @richonneevents Richonne Valentine’s Day Bingo - Square Fill: Meet-cute.

There was an excitement in the air, Rick thought, as he and Judith walked hand-in-hand up to the front of the little girl's new school. The excitement certainly outweighed the nerves, he surmised, as he listened to his daughter chatting away happily as they reached the front steps.

Any nerves that she might have been feeling were masked by her curious nature.

She was so brave, considering what they had been through as a family. Carl was, too. Rick was always amazed by his children. They showed this innate resilience, even when Rick thought he was falling apart. His children kept him going.

He loved them so much. He really, truly hoped that the new start in his hometown would be good for them. That they would settle in and find happiness there. That they could start the first days of the rest of their lives. He was already so happy that they were there together, and knew in his soul that things would only get better.

Judith gave him a nice long hug goodbye, and then made her way over to the other student waiting for her. He watched Judith greet her assigned 'buddy', gave her a wave, and watched her head inside the school building before turning to leave. Just then, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He was struck by how beautiful she was. Actually, beautiful was not adequate to describe her. She was stunning; breathtaking. She stole Rick's breath away for a moment as he took her in.

Her light, white coat was set striking against her lovely dark skin. Long braids cascaded down her shoulders and back, framing her face prettily.

She was standing there with one hand over her heart and the other waving to a little boy who was skipping over to his friends.

"Have the best day, Peanut!" she called out before blowing a kiss.

"You, too, Mama," the child replied quickly before continuing to laugh and joke with his friends.

Not only was Rick taken by her beauty, but he also felt a sense of concern grow for her because the beautiful stranger remained in place, staring off at her son, with fondness but also with some sadness. Rick noticed it for what it was.

"First time he declined a hug from his Mama, eh?" asked Rick as he placed both hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me?" said the stunning stranger as she turned to face Rick.

"Your son," said Rick, gesturing to where the boy was now playing boisterously with his friends. "You looked a little sad just now. Thought it might be the first time he didn't want a hug at mornin' drop-off."

"Oh," said the lady, a small smile gracing her lips as she stepped closer to Rick. "Yeah, Andre's been wanting hugs less and less these past few weeks."

She let out a sigh then and crossed her arms over her front self-soothingly.

"Your little girl," she said. "She looked pretty happy for a morning drop-off hug."

"Yeah, my Judith," he replied a smile crossing his lips. "It's her first day o' school. She's actin' pretty brave, and she most definitely is, but she ain't ready to give up the drop-off hugs just yet."

"How exciting! She's adorable," the lady said with a smile. "And I am so jealous of you right now."

Rick let out a laugh and smiled at her joke.

"I'm Michonne, by the way," she added.

"Rick," he replied. "Pleasure to meet you, Michonne."

"Likewise," she supplied, and her bright smile made Rick weak in his knees; he placed his hands to his hips to try and maintain balance.

"You all just arrive in town?"

"Yeah," Rick drawled. "Me, Judith, and my teenager, Carl."

He tracked her gorgeous eyes as they looked at his left hand, maybe searching for any sign of a wedding band, or lack thereof, he hoped.

"Lovely," said Michonne in earnest. "Is Carl too big for hugs?"

"He still gives 'em when he feels like it."

"Any advice for a single mom with a growing boy?"

Rick's lips turned up into a smile at that very pertinent piece of information, as well as the adorable and hopeful look on Michonne's face.

“I might have,” he offered. “But as a single dad, I’m still figuring out a lot of this stuff myself.”

“Noted,” said Michonne with a bright beam.

A moment of quiet passed between them as they took in each other’s appearance. Rick inadvertently smoothed down his clothes before reaching up and running his hand through his curls. Michonne watched him before clearing her throat.

"Well, Rick, it's been nice to chat with you," said Michonne. "Oh, and welcome to King County.”

"Thank you," said Rick. "Was nice to chat with you, too. Oh, and it's more of a 'welcome back' for me. Hometown boy comin’ home.”

"Oh," said Michonne with a nod of her head and a crooked but attractive smile. "Guess that messes with my plans, then."

Rick returned the crooked smile and asked, "What plans?"

“I was planning on offering to show you around town," said Michonne with a shrug of her shoulder; she then added, rather flirtatiously, "Y'know, show you the sights and points of interest and whatnot."

"Hey, I'm keen," said Rick, his smile so wide that it almost hurt. "I'm more than happy for you to lead me around town like I ain't ever been here before."

Michonne let out a little amused laugh at that. It sounded like the sweetest song.

"Come to think of it," Rick added, as he leaned in conspiratorially. "It's been ages since I’ve lived here. So, you should just go on and keep that plan of yours. I know I just met you, but I'd follow anywhere you wanted to lead me to."

Michonne let out a glorious laugh then as she placed one hand to Rick's forearm, and the other to her lips to stifle the laugh as other nosy parents glanced their way.

"You're funny, Rick," she said while withdrawing her hand after a beat. "Funny and charming.”

"Don't know about all o' that," he replied. "But you sure do bring something out in me."

Michonne bit her lip and then dipped her head, looking up at him through her long lashes; Rick almost fell over. They stood staring at one another for a moment. A beep coming from Michonne's wristwatch broke the reverie between them.

"Darn it, I have to go," said Michonne, looking like she really did not want to leave.

"Yeah," said Rick, not moving an inch. "Me, too."

They held one another's gaze a little while longer before Rick added, "See you back here for after-school pick-up?"

Michonne smiled bright and wide before saying, "I sure do hope so."

[zhonglisbeloved]

Pretty Femboy Venti <3

tbh venti awakens my need to have a real cock so i can breed him :3 thank you to @komelrebi-san who made a subby!boys post that inspired this fic, check it out, it's amazing <3 the fic itself may not be good but it's all a sleep deprived author can give y'all :")

femboy!sub!venti x gn!dom!reader (cock can be interpreted as strap on or an actual cock <3)

Warnings: NSFW (obv), degrading, anal sex, recording sexual acts, overstim

pretty little venti who dresses up in a maid outfit with an absolutely scandalous lingerie underneath. he's so horny he doesn't know how long he can last but with you being busy with work, he has to try. Otherwise, you'd punish him and you're rarely kind when you do that. but when hours have passed and the horny boy has to go through two more hours of waiting before you even reach the door, he can't help it. he's too desperate. he pulls out his phone and sets it in front of the floor length mirror in the bedroom and presses record, he teasingly takes off the maid outfit, his cocklet is so hard and dripping with precum that his lingerie is soaked! poor darling. he pumps his cock to the thought of you, his hand moving faster and faster on his tiny hard cock, whines and moans leaving his mouth, praises of you and your name spilling out as if it was an automatic response, the way he throws his head back and shows off his slutty little self is sure to have you all hot and bothered. after he's had his first orgasm, which wasn't as good because you're not here :( he pulls out a vibrating dildo, it's huge but nothing compared to your cock. he fucks himself hard and begs for you to breed him, to breed his hole, to fuck him stupid and senseless. "mhm~ 'm your brainless slut ♡♡~"

he grabs one of your own lacy lingerie and rubs it all over his tip, he fucks into it and moans and gasps, his other hand is busy trying to stretch out his slutty hole using the dildo, to get anything that is even close to the pleasure you give him. he moans as he comes once more, the boy is so lost in his pleasure that hasn't even noticed you stepping in the room. here you were planning to reward your good boy for waiting but oh? it seems he has broken rules. how could you let the brat off without a punishment? so you make him throw away the dildo and put him on all fours before effectively making him arch his back prettily while your cock pumped into his tight hole. "god, you slut, couldn't even wait for me to come home?" you're so evil, not even letting him breathe!

"how do you survive when I'm on business trips? or have you broken the rules before and not told me? hm? what? can't talk you little bitch?" you scoff as you watch venti cum for the nth time, his cocklet dripping with cum and his moans growing more and more whiney "mh- no- can't too much ♡♡♡♡~ please!~" he whimpers while pushing his hips back against you. "too much? why are you pushing back against me then? what a whore" you clicked your tongue and spanked his pretty ass a few times, the skin reddening. your pace got faster before you released your cum deep inside him, breeding him thoroughly. he milks your cock for all its worth, while his own cocklet twitches, not even being able to cum at this point. you pull out and push a butt plug in his ass to keep your cum from spilling out before you carry him to give him a warm bath and clean up, after all your pretty boy took his punishment well.

[julesthequirky]

The Choice: Chapter Thirteen

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy/Ben.

Warnings: Female masturbation, female fantasy, language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, cheesy euphemisms.

W/C: 1,596

A/N: I can only apologise for how long it took me to get this chapter out. I don't really have any excuses, except for the fact that I had a bit of a break, wrote some other ideas knocking around, and then had another break. I wish I could keep a schedule, but they don't work for me. I struggled with this chapter, struggled to push the story forward to get to where it needed to be.

A/N 2: I can't believe it's only day three! As a writer, I, too, forget the concept of time within the story. And it's not until I read past chapters that I realised how slowly time goes by.

The hot water splashed down, and you leaned your head back, getting a face full of the spray.

Was Ben right? Was Dean jealous? Or perhaps he had just been mad. He slept in the next room. A wall was shared, after all. He had to have heard everything. But Dean had no reason to be jealous. He hadn’t shown any inkling that he wanted anything more than platonicness.

Ben knew how you felt about Dean. About Beau. He’d seen all your interactions with the hunter and nearly bitten your head off in Walmart when he found them ‘impersonating’ him. Ben was an enigma. One moment he was flirty and casual, bantering with you, and the next, he was aggressive and damn near violent, threatening anyone that gets on the wrong side of him. And it was him you had fooled around with first. Not Dean. Not that you initially intended to mess around with any of them.

Water ran down your body in rivulets, and your hands followed the flow. Again, Dean, in complete ecstasy, slipped into your mind. Would he grip the shaft tightly? Would he squeeze to feel the intensity of pleasure? Would he stroke his thumb across the slit, rubbing pre-cum across the mushroomy head of his cock?

Below, you throbbed, and again, your mind turned to comparisons. Would Dean be as wide? Would the head of his cock feel so pillowy against your entrance? Would it pulse as strongly? Would he feel as heavy and as thick as Ben?

You shuddered, arousal burning through your body as you tried to wipe those thoughts from your mind. It didn’t feel fair. Dean was his own person. But…Jensen…Jensen was the man who played them all.

Your hand reached for the shower head. It unhooked from the wall attachment, and you changed the head settings. The water sprayed out powerfully in a more concentrated manner.

You gripped the shower head and the shower bar with your other hand. And before you could think yourself out of it, you turned the shower head upside down.

You gasped. A sharp inhale of air. Your hand tightened, gripping the shower bar. The jet of water shooting up from the shower head pelted your clit with intensity.

You bowed your head, hair dripping into the shower floor, pulse spiking as Dean masturbating occupied your mind.

You changed the angle of the shower head, and your knees almost buckled. Your toes curled, and you shook as you fought to contain yourself.

Your pussy clenched.

Your eyes squeezed shut. Dean, touching himself, left your mind, and Ben replaced him. You shook your head, trying to get Dean back. But Ben stayed. And he stood in all his glory, shameless, hand wrapped around his cock and giving lazy strokes, wearing that damn smirk.

Then, his words from yesterday came to mind.

“Would you suck me off as prettily as you suck my fingers?”

And in your mind’s eye, you were on your knees, pleasing Ben, wrapping your lips around his cock. You saw yourself sucking, could feel the weight of him on your tongue, could taste the saltiness of him.

In your mind, you watched as the rapture completely took over Ben. His head leant back, eyes closed, and his fingers fisting your hair. He cursed under his breath as you slowly dragged the man’s soul from him.

Would Dean react the same way? Or would he watch?

Heat swamped your gut at the thought of Dean watching you suck him off. Your body shook, edging closer to that inevitable brink.

You’d please him. Who? All of them.

Ben.

Dean.

Beau.

Beau. With his cheeks tinted pink, and looking at you hungrily sent you hurtling over the edge and crying out, your legs almost buckling from the strength of your orgasm.

The shower head clattered to the floor, continuing to spray upwards. You leant against the steamed-up shower wall.

You hadn’t done that in a while. Not with a showerhead.

*

The TV played in the background. Some football game Ben had put on that Beau was absorbed in. With three men living with you, sports were perpetually on.

After breakfast, Dean excused himself and headed upstairs with a coffee, claiming he needed to decipher the language on the frame’s box, reinforcing the idea that maybe he was mad at you. He’d asked to use your laptop to aid him in his research, and you were compliant, handing him the device and the cable. You had written the password on his hand, desperately trying to ignore the sparks rushing up your arm.

Trying to read with Ben glancing at you occasionally was nigh-on impossible. All you wanted was to relax with a steamy romance between a Rugby player and a sassy fan. At least this one wouldn’t come to life.

Ben nudged you from where he was sitting beside you. You glared at him as he rudely pulled you out of the world where fans have hot instances with insanely built Rugby men.

“What?”

He leaned his head closer.

“If you needed help installing a pipe in your bathroom, you could have come to me.”

What the shit?

You tilted your head in confusion. What the Hell was he going on about?

“You know….”

He kept his voice low so as not to capture Beau’s attention. This was something he wanted to keep between you both.

“I’m just saying you could have come to me.”

You shook your head.

I shake my head and try to get back into my book.

“You need installations in your bathroom? Y’know I’m a dab hand at DIY.” Beau asked, finally turning away from the TV.

“What, no.”

Ben snorted and shook his head.

“Ya hear that, Y/N? Beau is a dab hand at installing pipes in a bathroom.”

Ben’s tone was a little sarcastic for your liking. And whatever he was alluding to, you just weren’t getting. Ben wasn’t one to mince his words, so why was he being so elusive? It didn’t make sense.

You sighed, closing the book you’d barely read anything of.  You placed it down and stood up.

“Ben, could I see you in the kitchen, please?”

You saw Beau’s quirk of his eyebrows in your peripheral vision as you started walking out of the living room.

 Ben followed you into the kitchen. He closed the door behind him, a smirk on his face. You stood there, leaning on one hip, arms folded against your chest.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but it’s gotta stop.”

Ben’s smirk grew wider as he stepped closer.

“Aw, c’mon. I’m only messing. Besides, maybe next time you have a solo flick fest in the bathroom, you should remember that some ears are far more acute than others.”

You stood stock still. Shit. He’d heard everything. That’s why he was teasing the Hell outta you.

“So, c’mon, what prompted this solo session?”

Your cheeks burned. Could you tell him? Probably should. He was only gonna bug you otherwise.

“It was what you said about Dean…”

He grinned wickedly.

“Doll, if a man beating his meat has you wetter than the Pacific Ocean, then baby, I don’t mind doing a little corn shucking just for you.”

You blushed. You actually blushed. Maybe it was the cheesy euphemisms, but Hell, they made you redder than a tomato.

“You gunna listen to him?”

You scratched the back of your neck, unsure. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were gonna do. The thing was, Dean wasn’t the only one concerned. Beau was, too. That meant that Beau thought the same as Dean. Or similar. Beau had mentioned intentions, and it was such a dad thing to say.

“Because, if you did, it’d be real shitty of you.”

Fuck. This was all you needed. Ben would hold a grudge. You knew that. But Dean. Dean had your heart. It was stupid. And yeah, you wanted to make him happy. But the real question was: what would make you happy? And that you didn’t know.

Sighing and easing yourself in a seat, you rested your head in your hands. Your phone buzzed. You slipped the gadget from your pocket. Your brow furrowed upon seeing a message. It was from your mother. Wondering what she wanted, you clicked it open.

Mom: Dear Y/N, Mark mentioned to your father and me that he saw you in Walmart with a man. He thinks it's your boyfriend. Is he? Why haven’t you said anything to me? I’m your mother. Your father and I insist on your presence at dinner tonight, 7:30 PM. Don’t be late. Dinner will be at 8. Your father said texting you was more likely to get your attention. He also said to bring your man. Sincerely, Mom.

Fuuuuuuuuck. You didn’t need this right now. You groaned, letting the phone clatter to the table.

Fucking Hell.

“She can fuck off.” You muttered.

Ben snorted, taking a seat beside you.

“Problem?”

Yeah. At this moment in time, you had too many problems. You were not bringing Ben around your mother and her partner. However, it made you smile at the thought of her clutching her pearls when Ben cussed like a sailor as he spoke with his mouth full. Then it faltered. Ben, behaving as he does, would double down her efforts to get you with Cole. No. It would be best to pick someone else. But who? And would Ben understand? Probably not.

You faced him.

“Yeah. My mother’s invited me to dinner and wants to bring my so-called boyfriend.”

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[nicnak20]

Balls; Charlie Mayhew:

*Doctor's orders when Charlie inserts large balls into Yn's wet pussy to stretch them.*

It was another busy day at Providence Hospital, the sound of beeping machines and muffled voices filled the halls as the staff rushed about tending to the various patients. Dr. Charlie Mayhew, a renowned OB-GYN, strode down the corridor with a spring in his step, his dark brown hair perfectly slicked back. His warm brown eyes twinkled with a gentle patient care that had earned him many adoring fans among his female clients.

He approached room 217, his next appointment. Knocking softly, he entered to find Yn, a beautiful young woman with a kind face, laying in the bed. She smiled at him warmly. "Good morning, Dr. Mayhew. I'm so glad you could see me on such short notice."

"Of course, my dear. What seems to be the trouble?" Charlie asked, his voice soothing and professional.

Yn blushed prettily. "Well, I've been having some difficulties... you know, during intimacy. It's hard for my husband and I to enjoy ourselves. I'm worried I'm too... tight."

Charlie's patient demeanor never wavered. "I see. That can certainly cause strain on a relationship. Please, let me examine you and we'll see what we can do."

After a thorough checkup, Charlie looked at Yn with an idea forming. "What we need to do is stretch and dilate your vaginal canal. I'll insert some special balls to help widen you. It may take some effort on your part, but trust me, it will be quite effective."

Yn nodded, placing her trust in the caring doctor. Charlie carefully selected a set of large silicone balls of graduated sizes. After applying a generous amount of lubricant to both Yn's entrance and the balls, he gently began inserting the first one.

"Goodness, that's big!" Yn gasped as the orb stretched her delicate walls. Charlie worked it in slowly, murmuring encouragement. "You're doing wonderfully. Just breathe through it, my dear."

He continued inserting the balls, one by one, each larger than the last. Yn panted and squirmed, her body struggling to accommodate them. Charlie massaged her thighs soothingly. "Easy now, you'll adjust. I promise it will be worth it."

Once all five balls were nestled inside her, Charlie had Yn lay back and spread her legs. "Now, I need you to push. Bear down like you're giving birth. It will help dilate you nicely."

Yn focused, grunting as she strained. Charlie watched, transfixed, as her drenched petals stretched obscenely around the oversized spheres. "That's it, keep going! You're doing great!"

For several long, grueling minutes, Yn pushed, her body quaking with the effort. Charlie offered steady encouragement, dizzy with arousal at the erotic sight. Finally, with a wet pop, the first ball emerged. Charlie caught it deftly, collecting it with a shaky grin.

"Marvelous! Just a few more." He coached her through the rest, each ball slipping out with an erotic squelch, Yn's needy passage clenching and fluttering. When the last one was free, Charlie took a moment to admire her, glistening and transformed. "Amazing. You really took those deep. Your husband is a lucky man."

Yn beamed up at him, clearly relieved and impressed. Charlie helped her clean up, his touch gentle on her sensitive skin. "I'll have my nurse schedule you for another treatment next week. With a few more sessions, you'll be delightfully stretched in no time."

After Yn left, Charlie leaned back in his chair, trying to collect himself. It had taken all his professionalism to maintain his detached air. But as her body had strained and opened around those balls, as she had moaned so sweetly, he'd almost lost control. He shook his head ruefully.

Charlie swallowed thickly, trying to rein in his desire as Yn strained and grunted, straining to expel the massive balls. Her delicate petals stretched and clenched, glistening in the bright exam room lights. "You're doing wonderfully," he reassured, though his voice was tight. "Keep pushing."

After several long minutes, the first ball slipped free with a filthy squelch. Charlie caught it and set it aside, her juices dripping from his gloved hands. "Great, just a few more!" He encouraged. One by one he retrieved the spheres as they emerged, Yn keening and shaking. Her passage rippled and fluttered, empty but so very eager.

When the last ball popped out, Charlie took a steadying breath. "Marvelous. You did fantastic." He admired her, pink and puffy and transformed. "Husband's a lucky man indeed."

Yn smiled up at him adoringly, flushed and satisfied. Charlie helped clean her, hands gentle on her swollen tissues. "I'll have my nurse schedule you again next week. A few more sessions and you'll be delightfully deep."

After she left, he slumped back in his chair. It had taken all his professionalism not to take her right there. Her needy moans still rang in his ears. Shaking his head, he muttered, "Long treatment plan..."

A week later, Yn laid back on the table, legs spread. "Ready for the next size up," Charlie said, producing five balls, each bigger than the last treatment. He slicked them with lube before easing them in one by one, watching her dilate with a pounding heart.

"Push now," he directed. Yn bore down with a grunt. Her petals stretched obscenely, inner muscles fluttering. Charlie couldn't tear his eyes away.

For long minutes she strained, face scrunched with effort. The balls budged but didn't budge. "I-I can't..." she whimpered. "They're too deep!"

"Hang on." Charlie snapped a fresh glove and slowly, gently pushed a hand into her clinging heat. "Just relax," he soothed, wriggling the topmost ball. Yn keened, body jolting. "Shh, I've got you." Blindly, he massaged the sphere, and she clenched around his fingers, a flood of juices drenching his palm. "That's it..."

Whimpering, Yn pushed, and the sphere slid free, followed by another. Her velvety walls rippled and grasped at him. Charlie worked the next one loose, fighting a groan. Remove the fourth, then the last, her passage gaping and fluttering. Yn went rigid, then convulsed, cumming hard around his buried hand.

"Easy, breathe," Charlie crooned, feeling her contract and gush. He hardly recognized his own voice, rusty with want. When the flutters eased, he pulled out, so thick with arousal he could hardly stand.

"You did beautifully," he praised as he cleaned her shaking thighs. "Excellent progress. We'll get you ready for your husband in no time."

Yn smiled dreamily up at him, still boneless. "Thank you, doctor. You're a miracle worker." Charlie returned her smile, hoping his hunger didn't show. He scheduled her next visit, then fled to his office.

Later, he palmed himself in the dark, remembering the slick grasp of her. "Fuck," he hissed, spilling after just a few strokes. This was going to be a long treatment plan indeed. Poor, sweet, unsuspecting girl. She had no idea what she did to him.