#tw. mommy kink

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

[femmelovefemme]

fucking you rough but sounding gentle. degrading you but praising you.

fucking my cock so deep into you that you feel like you might tear in two.

being so overstimulated that you start crying as you feel another orgasm arriving.

“you're doing so good for me baby” i say, ramming my strap into your open little cunt. “such a good slut for mommy”. i slap your clit making you yelp. 

“look at you taking mommy's biggest cock so well. your pretty pussy is all stretched out and wet”. my hand wraps around your throat to squeeze it. “mommy's so proud of you”. you gasp and choke and I smile down at you. you're just so cute full of my cock your belly bulging each time i fuck my hips into yours. 

“you're so pretty when you cry. mommy's prettiest little whore. you're gonna let mommy use you, right?” i fuck you even deeper. tighten my grip even harder. “you're gonna let mommy hurt you, right? you'll be mommy's obedient little pain slut?” you just nod, your face hot, your brain foggy. you'd agree to virtually anything when i have you right there: choking on sobs and fucked full of cock.

i finally let go to slap you in the face and you whine so prettily for me.

“fuck baby… you know how much mommy loves to hurt you.” another slap. this time you start sobbing as your slutty pain trained little cunt grips my cock and throbs around it.

“now you'll cum again for me baby.” i say digging my nails in your spread out thighs. “i won't stop until you're completely numb and covered in pretty purple bruises. just another proof that mommy loves you very much”

[tacticalprincess]

Um… König who thinks every woman with large breasts lactates. And you find out when he’s sucking too hard.

getting so many titty related requests y’all know him a lil too well…

this with inexperienced!könig !! you’re riding his thick fingers, trying to get them to hit the spongy spot at the front of your cunt because he keeps forgetting to curl them. he started making out with your tits as soon as you gave him the okay, noticing the way his eyes honed in on them since you lifted your shirt and taking pity on him. it’s not until he starts nipping at your sensitive nipples, the suction of his mouth borderline painful, that you try to pull away.

“ow! what are you doing?”

his eyes are almost completely black when he looks up, mouth shiny with his own spit. it matches the glossy sheen on your breasts, all swollen and red from his efforts. “trying to… get the milk…” he heaves, ready to dive back in.

you hold him back to inform him that lactation usually only happens when a woman is pregnant, and he gets all pouty and confused, reaching up with his free hand to inspect your boobs. “but they’re so heavy… and fat?” he tries to squeeze your nipple to make sure.

he’ll genuinely think the solution is to just get you pregnant so he can taste your milk. all you can do is sigh. you’re not sure what you got yourself into…

[nkogneatho]

oliver aiku is a milf lover. he did know he liked older women but he never hit on a woman with a child. that until he met you at one of his games, your 5 month-old daughter smiling at him with her arms wide open. he thought the baby was cutest, that till his eyes landed on you. you looked so adorable, so beautiful in a top that reveals your cleavage, convenient to feed your child. he never thought he'd be jealous of a kid. but fuck. your tits were so plumped. he hated himself for lingering his gaze on them, all while you fangirled over him.

oliver hated the thought of someone else next to you, but it's not like he can express it. you must love your husband so much to have a cute baby with him. so the second he found out that the father was not in the picture because he abandoned you, something primal kicked inside aiku. he was furious. how can a man in his right mind leave such a beautiful woman and the cutest baby girl, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved or happy about it. because that means he gets to be by your side.

sure he is so much younger than you, but when you look at him, he is way more responsible than your ex was. you didn't know when it started but soon, you started seeing more of him in your life. he was there for the baby's regular checkups, to stock up groceries in your fridge when you ran out, or to get you the extra diapers even if it's the middle of the night.

soon, he was in your bed too. he himself didn't know how he ended up here but not a single cell in his body regretted when he watched your tits bounce each time he thrusted in you. the back of your palm hid your flustered face, but he pinned them above your wrist.

"don't hide it, sweetie. wanna see mommy's face as i fuck her senseless." you could only mewl at his words. "fuck. is it wrong that i—ugh that i am grateful that piece of shit left you. shit. i have you all to myself now. never—ah! letting you go."

"oliver nghh please"

"will soon make you a—ugh mommy again. god. you'd look so beautiful with my kid in this belly. fuck. i promise to take care of three of you. would never leave." your hands snaked around his nape as he planted kisses all over neck, whispering all kinds of things in your ear.

"gonna cum nghhhh. gonna cum oliver"

"yeah? go ahead, mommy dearest. cum on my cock. fuck. your pussy is squeezing me so tight. ngh—fuuuck. there we go."

oliver's orgasm followed right after yours, though he was wearing a condom, the way you ogled at him with doe eyes, he knew he was gonna fuck you raw next time.

[numberonewhimperingfan]

hey <3 (with intention to give you head until you’re shaking and whining for me)

[prettibunnibabi]

do you like my pretty dress sir?

[farieland]

Need my daddy to rap3 me and tell me “you’re not a lesbian daddy’s d1ck will fix you” while he cvms inside me to teach me a lesson >_<

[tacticalprincess]

Let me nurse König and have him call me mommy please I need it biblically please and thank you if you have the time

this is crazy who would write something like this… cw mommy kink, lactation kink

you’re more than happy to be the person könig can come to to satiate such a vulnerable, deep-rooted ache, but sometimes he needs a little more than just your soothing touch and soft words. sometimes he needs you to ease his nerves in a different way… it’s one of those nights. youve got his face cradled to your chest, your soft hands stroking his hair lovingly as he lays halfway on top of you, his lower half pressed into the bed. he came home from deployment antsier than usual, struggling to calm himself down, “please, can i—? need it so bad, mommy.” he whined, his breathing labored as he placed sloppy kisses to your soft breasts. he barely waits for the nod of your head before he’s pulling the straps of your nightdress down, letting them spill out of the bralette. “missed your tits so much.”

it’s been so long since you felt his mouth wrapped around your puffy nipples you didn’t realize how badly your body craved it, back arching into the warm suction of his tongue as he nursed from your heavy tits. each good boy that fell from your lips served as encouragement for each cant of his hips against the bed as he eagerly lapped up the sparse droplets of milk your body produced like it was the best thing he’s ever tasted. you can tell just how much he needed you from his hungry whimpers and whines, the way his eyes close in bliss, your sweet nectar dribbling down his chin. his grip on you is so tight you have no choice but to lay back and let him milk you dry. it makes you so happy to be able to take care of his needs like this <3 you do want him to be big and strong, after all…

[lorelune]

(minors dni || jing yuan x reader || wc: ~1.6k || ao3 || tw: smut, mommy kink @ jing yuan, afab reader with no gendered language used, light choking, some internalized shame for reader)

you slip up.

it’s an accident— really. it is. you don’t mean to say it.

you’re not in your right mind notably. jing yuan has eaten you out to completion so many times that you've lost count. your thighs ache from the innumerable marks he’s left. his mouth still tastes like you as he kisses you.

he's fucking you now, though. slow and deep. each thrust is like a punch to your insides. it’s overwhelming. it’s too much— way too much, but the idea of stopping has you tearing up and begging for more of him, rather than less. harder. deeper. so you’ll ache for days.

jing yuan delivers— he always does. he looks so pleased as he fucks you, breathing heavily himself, nearly purring from on top of you about your state. the tone of his words hits you, makes you wetter and tighter around him. the content of his words, however is lost on you. you’re too gone. your mind is mush. you nod when he tells you too, when he tells you what you are. tells you who you belong to, who you wouldn’t dare leave—

you’re good. he says you are, you think. you’re his good, sweet things so you nod and raise your legs when he asks you. he throws your ankles over each of his shoulders, kissing your ankles. its sweet. you’re so well-cared for.

he unsheathes himself, and teases your hole with his tip. honey gaze sliding to meet yours through the haze.

"you want this, don't you?"

"uh-huh." you feel like you're floating. like you're going to die if he doesn't put his cock back inside of you. you nod dumbly, vigariously.

he hums, pleased, "you want this so badly, don't you?"

"i d-do—"

you do, you do, you do. you try and press closer; the angle is wrong for it. you whine and strain regardless because you need him, you need him—

he hushes you when you struggle, petting over your cheeks with a warm look in his eye. so sweet to you, caring, attuned and attentive like always and it's fucking ruining you.

"can you say please?" he says cheekily.

you know he's not expecting your response. you aren't either.

"p-please, mommy."

your own voice is foreign in your ears. jing yuan's eyes widen, enough to give you pause in your state. you lag, then fucking realize what you just said—

(a moniker for a kink that you keep tucked away in your most shame-filled pornography pile. a list of rotting links containing beautiful women with shapely chests taking care of a fragile little thing, cooing and kind and condescending in a way that makes you feel literally insane. every time you dare to indulge, you cum on yours fingers or against your vibrator so hard you nearly black out. then cry. or both at the same time.)

horror overtakes you. the reverie, the spell of lust and arousal feels broken as you tune into jing yuan's expression. he's. processing. clearly.

you fucked up.

you start stuttering out apologies, voice still shaking with breathlessness with fear churning into it. embarrassment and shame stick to your ribs and you can feel your voice tremble, rapidly approaching the precipice of full on tears.

before you can slink away and hide in the en suite for the rest of your life, jing yuan is grabbing your hips, dragging you back into place. pushing you down so you can't squirm away, or squirm much at all. he stares at you, tilting his head. fluffy hair falls in a halo around his cheeks, his ribbon having been tossed aside hours ago.

without speaking, he cups your cheek in one hand and pets you with his thumb. the way one would a tiny kitten. you lean into the touch without thinking, and before you can continue to spiral and feel like death about accidentally calling your partner a name you reserve for your own light night maturbatory session, one that you can only let yourself muffle into a pillow that you bite between your teeth—

jing yuan says, "do you like that?"

"... l-like what?"

he chooses his words carefully, but his tone is still so gentle, "me, being your mommy."

you're going to die. "jing yuan—" you bury your face in your hands. "you're trying to kill me."

"not at all. just clarifying." he leans closer. folding you in half. his soft, ample chest is up against yours. "do you like the idea of being my baby, dear?"

he coos it. talks down to you in his tone and rubs along your lower lash line as he does. he doesn't let you turn away or escape the question. even as your stomach churns.

you sniffle. "i— um—"

"remember to be honest." he grip drifts, and he massages over your sternum. the pressure makes you feel light-headed and floaty all over. "i'd hate to have to put you over my knee so soon. just tell mommy how you feel?"

he's going to fucking kill you.

he squeezes around your throat. his cock (still hard, maybe even harder, purpling-tip) brushes up against your clit.

you come.

he's not even inside you and you come with a sound that's something between a sob and his name, and your vision speckles at the edges. you grab his shoulder, blindly, squeezing and searching because oh my fucking god— your brain must be coming out of your ears as your cunt flutters around nothing, your legs twitch against jing yuan's shoulder.

he shushes you as you come. the high is too much, it's all too much, but he's cradling you within the sensation so well that it's okay. everything's okay and the sensation is so horribly relieving that you do cry, properly, within a few heaving breaths.

jing yuan's good to you as you do. you can't see the hint of mischief in his eyes, but it's there as he pets down your chest, you waist and hips. eventually, to your cunt, where he places a wide, scalding hand over your navel.

"i need an answer, baby." he says 'baby' in such a tone that you nearly come again.

"i like it," the words fly from your mouth and you nod, over and over. "i like it so much, i like you so much, please, please, please—"

jing yuan chuckles richly, rubbing over the apples of his cheeks.

"isn't my baby so sweet." he presses his thumb between your lips, then down on your tongue. you drool around it. "you'll be good for mommy then?"

"uh-h-huh." it comes out garbled.

jing yuan looks amused. shame and arousal burn in your gut and you feel so empty.

"can you say it for me?"

you don't even hesitate. "i c-can be good for m-mommy."

"can you now?" jing yuan's laughs, lighter and sweet and genuinely with a maternal ring and you're going to die.

"i can!"

jing yuan pulls back, just enough to reach between your and position his cock so it's notched against your cunt. you sob with the content, clinging to him.

"so sweet." he tells you as he pushes into you. it's too slow for how stretched and wet you are. you need more, but he doesn't give it to you, even as you whine and gasp for it. instead, he holds your jaw, one handed with a silken grin. "dear, i know best. take what i give you now, hm? let me take care of you how you like."

you might actually literally die. you've given the man too much power.

when he bottoms out, he presses against the bruises he made earlier. scrapping against your sweet spot, moving a languid pace that normally, on a regular day, you'd goad him out of. you'd flutter your lashes and speak your own repertoire of sweet words to have him fuck you stupid and filthy and reverent into these same sheets.

now, though? you can't. the only thought in your mind is being good. for mommy, who kisses down your throat and over your chest. who hoists you just right so you're folded in half while he fucks you. the two of you can't be closer than this, and that vulnerability has always terrified you. but in your current state? when you're just being good and letting him care and push you as he sees fit?

it's all okay. it feels so good, you come again. maybe twice more. it's a slow roll that crashes over you and you take it. you take whatever he gives you because it's okay to and you want it.

by the time jing yuan's comes with a broken moan of his own into your neck, you feel cored out. broken in a good way, with your parts slowly being reassembled into a new image. ego death, maybe. or you're being dramatic and jing yuan (mommy, he said he'd be your mommy, what does that mean—) simply fucked you so well that you don't have a coherent thought left. who is to say.

jing yuan rolls you, so you're tucked in his side, beneath his chin.

he exhales, a shaking fragile thing.

"s-so," you own voice scratches from your throat. "should we talk about that—?"

he hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead, cajoling your— lower? "later. enjoy it, dear. can you keep being good for awhile long?"

fuck post-nut clarity. you're immediately back in the depths of whatever budding thing you're actualizing. you nod. cheek pillowed against jing yuan.

he pets your hair and you breath, hot and slow against his chest. the thump of his heart calms you.

as you doze, you hear him laugh, faintly. hopelessly fond like he always seems to be with you, but there's a sweeter edge to it. something new that makes you feel perfectly warm and too hot all at once.

but it's like he said, isn't it? there's time to talk later. question. sort. whatever thing is being awakened can be parsed through after a cat nap.

with cum leaking from between your thighs, and jing yuan's peaked nipples just inches from your face, you drift and enjoy. just like mommy asked you to.

[konigsblog]

step mom!reader have milf like tits and koing going and sucking it (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

photo credit; @glutt_r on x/twitter. 🐦

tw/cw; stepcest, mommy issues, loser!perv!stepson!könig x stepmom!reader, dark fiction, non-con, somnophilia — dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

your stepson isn't concerned about moving out anytime soon. he's away for the majority of the year anyways, going on long and rough deployments that leave his body aching and his weeping dick longing for the tightness and stickiness of your pussy.

the least you could do is allow him to have his way with you, right? he works so hard, mäusi.

könig would be lying if he said he hadn't had sex with your sleeping body. he fantasies about that moment the entirety of his deployment, dreaming of re-enacting the videos he'd recorded to get off to. it's disgusting and deranged to most, but to könig, he sees no wrong and taking what he believes is his.

one thing könig began to fantasise about was your tits. his hung cock oozed orbs of his arousal at the thought of sucking your tits, perhaps even fucking his meaty length between them, although that seems too risky for his first day back in your arms. he huffs and breathes in the scent of your pleasure dampening your panties, thankful his father is away at work for tonight.

könig couldn't help himself at the sight, no man could resist the temptation of your soft body. your tits are supple and plump, with your nipples perky and stiff at the sudden cold air on them, your t-shirt pulled up leaving you vulnerable and exposed to your stepson. könig lays on your body, crushing you and holding you down as he begins to suck on them, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion and his fat dick aching with euphoria.

könig rolls his warm tongue back and forth over them, groaning loudly at the feeling of your hard nub against his tongue. of course, you're eventually awoken to the wet and warm feeling of his mouth around your tits, humiliated and disgusted at the sight, squirming to no avail as he dry humps you ‘til he's cumming in his boxers, staining them with his creaminess.

[http-taru]

i think childe likes to be mothered in a very concerning way. he'll want to be the man of the house while you stay at home and keep everything nice and clean and tidy and warm. he'll want to have you see him off and greet him with warm, open arms when he gets home, holding him in your embrace as he "accidentally" shoves his face into your cleavage. he'll want to have meals at the dinner table where he discusses his day and how hard it was, how happy he is to have someone like you to look after him. i can see him being pretty obsessive with you, monitoring your every interaction because why are you paying attention to someone that's not him? smiling at someone else instead of him? again? he's warned you time and time again about this, now he's got to get his hands dirty once again, but that's okay. he knows that even when he arrives home covered in blood you'll welcome him with that sweet, sweet smile, and tell him everything's going to be okay.

[marejuka]

Pls dont bully me, i'll c4m

I knew it was stupid that i told the guy who bullied me for years to " shut the f up"

I knew it was stupid when he asked for forgivness and i accepted.

I knew it was stupid that i got home with him

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His left hand was in my hair pulling so hard my back Arched against his hard croch, hands against the cold wall of his room while my nails Dug into some cheap Posters of boxers. I tried keeping my mouth shut but the violent Hits against my ass and sometimes against my ribs made it hard not to cry and plead. "Please stop"my whiny voice encouraged him, i could feel his breath getting heavier. He made me whimper at every spank, the Hits got more aggressive every second. I could feel my knees weaken and embarrassingly my panties get wet. My mind Was full of how i could get out this Situation without him noticeing how arroused i am. I was so busy trying not to let the pain get out of hand and trying to come up with an escape plan that I didn't notice him opening my bra at first.

My breath fell silent when the hits stopped and a big rough hand wrapped around my soft tits, he still had his hand in my hair and made me arch even more against him. His other hand was Playing with my titt roughly. My mouth opened and soft moans escaped it without me Wanting it.His mouth nibbled at the soft flesh of my neck, the outprint of his Member pressed against my round ass, Sexual excitement filled my thin body which made me forget my fear of him. I grabbed at his hair, my voice whiny and full of need for him; " take me..mhmm take my virginity please.. just you ahh" he hummed deeply , his hand still busy with my perky titts. I almost forgot his mean behavior when we were in school

he let go of me and turned me around to force me against the wall, he looked down at my blushed face. Tiny hands rabbed the end of his tshirt, he grabbed them and held them above my head with just one if his hands. His eyes look dark, full of lust and hatred.

" you come with me, you let me degraid you infront of people and now you beg me to stretch your tight stupid hole?.." his voice became weirdly angry at me,the free hand closed around my narrow neck and he immediately pressed tightly " why have you never had a boyfriend? you are So pretty, a great body, a good little girl with good character" his praising made my heart beat faster, his hand around my neck and my wrists gave me a Feeling of being completly defenseless and at his dominant temper" i know why..i know you get wet when im mean, i know you like it that im choking you" i was at first disappointed when he let go of my neck but not long. He pushed his hand under my short skirt into my slip, feeling my wet cunt that has been drenching my tighs " my my your little pssy is just as needy as you have been telling me"

i moand in Respond. His Fingers slid through my wet folds. I bucked my hips into his hand. Finally after alot of teasing, i felt one of his Huge Fingers slowly entering my hole. At first it was just his Fingertip. He groand at my tight Walls that hug his Finger. I tried to keep quite but failed automatically when he entered me completly. He first didnt move, just so he could feel my tight Walls clenching " p-please move i-aah" He immediately pull his finger out so he could ram it back in with force " omg y-yes f-fuck"I wanted to encourage him with my whimpering to be rougher and it worked out. He looked down at me his breath was heavie, his face distorted into a lustful expression "Yea you like getting fucked by me? Fuuck i wish i knew sooner" lips crashed against mine. Thrusts became harder, moans filled his room when his thumb caressed my clit.

I swung my head to side so the tall men had free access to my neck. " ahh oh my aah w-wait not two Fingers its too much" He didnt Listen to my pleas and shoved another Finger in my soaked hole " you can do it stupid little girl, you came with me.. you wanted this! Tell me .. TELL ME" there is the angry voice again. My mind weak from all the degraiding made me submissive, aswell it made me weak that i didnt want him to stop Fingering my cunt, my clit was already swollen.. the familiar Feeling was building up in my tummy. In no Circumstances i wanted him to stop, i would do anything " nhha w-what .. what do you wanna hear sir? Please dont stop i need you i- Aah i do anything " tears rolling down my pretty face. He continued with a dark look on his face

" tell me the truth, why did you never report me?"I look at him innocently, he already knows the truth. He slows down so can answer him

" i wanted you" I got that far, he crached down on my lips while fingering rougher than ever before. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. We kissed so roughly my lips were cracked when he let go so we can catch a breath. My orgasm Was so close, finally he let go of my wrist that were above my head the entire time. Finally i Was allowed to feel him, his muscles flexing underneath his Shirt made me feeling even hotter. "Cum for me sweet stupid girl.." he talked so sweetly that i didnt even noitice his degraiding words, i didnt care even if he called me the meanest words. 3... s-so close 2.. .. " ahh yess sir y -yeess ahh oh my " with loud moans and alot of squirting i came on his hand.

" i hope its clear to you that you are mine now little girl"

I look up at him and just nod

[femmelovefemme]

you thought it was funny teasing me all day? sending all those pics and videos of you playing with your pretty little cunt, getting your hands all over what is mine? you thought you could get mommy all needy and desperate like this? getting her pussy to throb just at the thought of you while i soaked through my panties at work?

it's funny until i finally get home to you. now what are you going to do when i tell you to stay still? when i hold you by the hair and fuck myself over your face and drown you in my juices? when i pin your legs open in a brusing grip and force my strap into your dripping hole. are you going to cry so prettily for mommy when you beg me to stop?

"please mommy, i can't take it anymore" you sob while i'm once again balls deep into your tight and sore little cunt.

"shhh baby. just stay still and take it like a good girl. i know you can" i say slapping your cunt and pushing my cock even deeper, even faster.

i dont intent to stop i want you to be as desperate as i was. forcing you to cum on my cock over and over and over until your whole body is in pain and your eyes are as red and swollen as your slutty little cunt.

[prettibunnibabi]

most recent bodycheck :3 im 5'3

[ghostgirl-22]

now i need a part four to the agegap au with my girl tashi….. art’s been teasing about it too much i need this problematic threesome BAD

This anon speaks for all the lovely anons in my inbox. ask for a problematic threesome and you shall receive.

god. but this part literally just smut I fear. I’m so sorry!

CW: 18+ NSFW, age gap, daddy kink, mommy kink?? yeah this is the smutty part. just general smut… idk forgive me i won’t ever do it again (just like Coach Pat, this is the last time okay? i swear. trust me.)

Part 1

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Art can feel his heart rate pick up again. “N-no,” he stammers out. God. This can’t be real.  He just finished but his cock is already starting to budge again. 

“Do you wanna learn how?”

Art nods vehemently. “Mmhm.” Tashi giggles again. He’s in love with the sound. 

“Maybe daddy can fuck you, while you go down on me. What do you think?”

“Y-yes, yes please,” Art says, maybe a little too eagerly. He shuffles on the sofa feeling himself starting to get hard again. 

“That was easy,” Tashi smirks because she can feel it too. “You really are quick puppy, no wonder daddy likes you so much.”

“God I fucking love you Tashi,” Patrick groans. 

Tashi smiles a little like it’s nothing, but Art can tell that like him, she fucking loves to make Patrick happy. She teases her fingers into Art’s hair, “do you know how to eat out?”

Art rolls his tongue and then shakes his head no. 

He absolutely does know how. Of all the slutty things he likes to do, giving head is his favorite. Girls, boys, he’s not really picky. He could do it for hours and he’s good at it. But he likes this game. He likes how they’re treating him, like he’s this innocent little virgin they get to corrupt. He turns to look at Patrick.  “Can you please show me how?” He asks softly.

Patrick smirks at him like he knows Art is full of shit but he doesn’t call him on it. Instead Art watches as Tashi gets off of him and approaches Patrick. He handles her in a similar way that he does Art. Making her body move so easily, guiding her onto his lap to straddle him on the sofa. Someone so formidable on the court just so pliable for his touch. God. 

Patrick pushes her hoodie up and drags her tiny little shorts halfway down her thighs to reveal pink lacy panties. Sticky wet and see through and so unexpectedly girly. Not that Art knew what to expect. 

“Mm so wet after grinding on 20 year old cock for thirty seconds, huh?” Patrick grins up at her. 

“Shut. up.” she shoves her hand over his face and he rests his head against the sofa and takes hold of her palm, sucking two of her fingers in his mouth. Before he leans forward again, grabbing her by the waist, his hands are so fucking big Arts gonna pass out. Patrick takes her like he’s hungry. Like he wants to devour her. And suddenly Art is squirming. Remembering all the times Patrick had his mouth on him.

“Fuck,” Tashi whispers, eyes sliding shut as Patrick goes to town licking, sucking, tasting her. Moaning, low and soft. Art can feel his own mouth watering, he looks up at Tashi, her cheeks flushed, her hips moving, Loose strands of her curly hair falling into her face. 

They’re both so beautiful watching them touch feels pornographic. Art can’t help himself, he reaches over and runs his fingers over the bulge in Patrick’s shorts and when Patrick groans in response it just gets Art more excited.

“Mm, god,” Tashi gasps. “Pat.” She pulls at his hair to get him to stop. “You’re just s-supposed to show him…” she says, rubbing her eyes, blinking like she’s forgotten where she is. 

Patrick licks his lips as he eases her panties back up properly onto her waist. “Mm, you get it don't you?”

“Mmhm,” Art attempts to put his hand in Patrick’s shorts but Patrick grabs his arm. 

“Relax… don’t be so fucking impatient sweetheart, daddy’s gonna fuck you. I promise.” Patrick says softly.

At that, Art feels himself go a little bit crazy, just a little. 

”Jesus Patrick,” Tashi whispers. Probably feeling the same way.

“Shh i know Tash… i know I’m disgusting… and I also know you’re as fucking gross as I am, my love.” Patrick says and then he’s pulling Art onto his lap, making him sit right where his swollen cock is pressing up against his boxers so Art can feel all of him. “I’m gonna fuck you while you kiss her… okay?” Patrick says in his ear. “And you need to make sure she comes first. Can you do that?”

”mmhm daddy, I can do whatever you want,” Art says, sitting up straight. 

Patrick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna fucking regret saying that, huh?” 

“I love how you say it.”

It doesn’t take much time at all for Art to end up between them. Patrick prepping with condom and lube while Tashi shimmies out of her little shorts completely.

Art can’t help himself. He grabs at her waist and just starts mouthing at her pretty lacy panties right away. Doing all the things he was imagining while Patrick was tasting her. He can feel her cunt through them, feel the heat, taste the wetness on his tongue. Thinks he can taste Patrick too. He licks at the fabric excitedly, presses his tongue into the folds, so the panties are pressed inside too. 

“Oh fuck, your such a good boy, i think i wanna keep you,” she moans. That warms him up all over. She’s actively moaning by the time Art finally slides the panties to the side and presses his tongue in properly. Licking all around but barely giving attention to the top, pulling back every time his tongue briefly darts over her clit. Just so he can hear her desperation build. 

She tastes so good. He wants to touch himself but Patrick’s holding onto him, one big strong arm around his waist to keep him still. It’s one of Art’s top five favorite feelings, Patrick’s arm over his tummy, holding on like Art belongs to him or something.

“Mm sit up for me,” Patrick says. Art feels overstimulated already but it takes on a new intensity as Patrick begins to fill him up. “God how are you still so fucking tight.” Patrick breathes. Art can’t stop moaning into the heat of Tashi’s cunt. can’t help wiggling as Patrick’s cock slowly settles deep inside him. Patrick grabbing his hips to calm him down before guiding him forward and back so he can slide it in and out and all around.  “Oh fuck yes,” Patrick sighs happily. 

”Mm,” Tashi whines, and Art realizes he’s gotten so distracted by how good Patrick feels that he’s lost all technique. His mouth has gone slack jawed and mindless with his tongue just slipping around all pressed up against her clit. she’s starting to grind her hips, push back against him, pulling his hair and whatever she can for stimulation. He slips two fingers inside ( they glide in so damn easy) he scissors them around while taking little breaths before he puts his mouth on her again. 

All while Patrick is dragging Art’s hips, pushing and pulling. His swollen cock, this ever present intrusion gliding repeatedly along that spot inside Art that makes him see stars on every thrust. 

It feels fucking insane. The sensations. So much all at once. Tashi and Patrick breathing, moaning, gasping. Tashi and Patrick using his body. Tashi and Patrick, touching him all over. Telling him how good he is. How much they want him. How much they need him. He feels lightheaded like he could float away at any minute. After a while he’s not sure what he’s doing outside of moaning and whining, mouth wide open, fingers in deep licking Tashi up so desperately.

He almost comes, he can’t help himself. It just feels so good. But luckily Tashi beats him to it. He realizes it when her grip on his hair gets tighter and he can feel her starting to convulse. Her voice getting louder just repeated pitchy whines of the words “oh”  “yes”  “god”  and “fuck” sometimes in that order. Sometimes just “yes, yes, yes” or “fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over.  Then she’s clenching and quivering and he can feel it all over his tongue and fingertips. She keeps hold of him for a minute while she’s catching her breath. And then she pulls back on shaky legs and barely walks the two feet to drop onto the sofa next to Patrick. 

“Was it good, baby? Hm?” Patrick’s all soft and breathy.  Did it feel fucking good?”   

Art’s breathless too, his mouth and chin all wet. He’s teetering on the edge. And then he hears them. They’re kissing. Patrick still deep inside him…gliding in and out…and they’re kissing. God. 

He sucks his wet fingers into his mouth And starts actively riding. Patrick’s got his palm pressed firmly against Art’s tummy like he’s trying to feel himself in there. He knows Art generally needs stimulation so he always takes his time before touching his cock and won’t let Art touch himself. So Arts just riding the edge and slowly going insane. 

Somewhere in the distance he feels Tashi rubbing his thigh. “You okay?” She whispers.

He kinda hears her. “How’s it feel?” She asks again softly. It registers that time.

“Good,” Art says, pulling his fingers out, palms resting on Patrick’s thighs. “Really fucking good.” his voice pitched too high. “Really amazing.” He’s not sure what he’s talking about but he can’t stop sometimes when he starts.  “Can I be yours? Can I be with you guys? Please. I’ll be your pet. I’ll be whatever you want. I want it all the time. I wanna fuck you all the time, mommy please mo—.”

He feels Patrick big hand clap over his mouth. 

“Mm shh fuck, I’m fucking—” Patrick hisses sharply, in Art’s ear, his hips stuttering as he grips hold of Art with his free hand and starts jerking him. “Fuck!” 

Art’s moans are muffled by Patrick’s hand but he arches his back against Patrick’s chest, moaning as he watches strings of cum spurt out of him, covering Patrick’s fingers, some of it dripping onto the leather sofa and the rug.  

“Holy shit,” Patrick huffs, breathlessly as he starts to recover. 

Tashi giggles. “Did mommy set you off?” 

“What do you fucking think?” He groans.

Art is catching his breath through his nose. He grabs at Patricks arm to get him to move it so he can try to explain himself. 

“Nuh uh… i need a break from your fucking mouth, Jesus Christ,” Patrick says breathlessly and Art grins licking at his palm.

Tashi laughs. ”I think you need to take him back to school so he can finish his homework or whatever. Oh and while your at it, don’t fuck him on campus anymore you fucking idiot.” She says, lightly kicking his shin for emphasis. She then leans in and rubs his knee gently, the one with the scar. “Can you manage not to lose this job?”

”Mm yeah. You're right.  I’m gonna control myself.” Patrick sighs. “You’re gonna let me control myself right?” He says to Art and Art nods his head and grabs at his arm again. 

“If i let go, you promise not to say either of those words again?” Patrick demands.

Art nods again and Patrick moves his hand and makes Art move forward so he can tie off the condom. 

“Can i stay over?” Art asks, feeling mildly anxious that they’re really gonna take him back to school.

“What, you wanna sleep in our bed?” Tashi smirks. 

Art nods. “Please. I’ll go to sleep right away. I swear.” 

“God Patrick… look at the fucking mess you made,” Tashi says, softly and she stretches out with a yawn. Art still can’t get over how beautiful she is in real life.  “Fine pretty boy, you can stay. Even though you make me feel so dirty I need a shower. ”

Art almost asks if he can come but he bites his tongue. He doesn’t want to push his luck with her.

“Just so you know if you misbehave we’re gonna put you in the guest room,” Patrick says as she disappears into their bedroom.

“Okay da— I mean coach.“ Art grins, crawling back onto his lap. “And just so you know I think you’re the best coach ever and I wanna get really, really good at tennis so I think I need to fuck you both every—“ 

Patrick cups his hand back over Art's mouth which makes him giggle.  

“Don’t make me gag you all night,” Patrick says softly, taking his hand away and brushing the hair out of Art's eyes. “First thing in the morning you’re going home and I hope you had fun because we’re not doing this again,” he says. “And I mean it,” he adds.

“Mmhm,” Art says, grinning. “sure.”

(okay thank you again @artstennisracket for reading this and also being generally lovely. now i shall disappear 🫥 )

[tacticalprincess]

can’t stop thinking about könig who takes his mommy issues out on you :( you’re so naturally nurturing and maternal when it comes to him, he can’t help but think of what he missed out on during childhood. being raised by a single parent meant he was essentially forced to raise himself, missing out on the love of a mother. he looks to you for comfort and solace, expecting you to be there for him to satisfy his every need, emotional or otherwise, and coddle him whenever he needs it. because of the high standards he’s set for you, he has a quick temper— overly sensitive at the slightest bit of criticism or distance he feels from you, the smallest comments will have him looking like a kicked puppy the rest of the day, moping and pouting until you decide to apologize and hold him in your arms again. he just wants you to love and take care of him, is that too much to ask for?