#ungh yeah

[elioneli]

turns out that it might not be great having a fictional race called "Ameto", when there is such a thing as "Emeto"!!!!!! wow!!!!!!!

uhh yeah the race has Nothing to do with that but it's too late to change the name now, I might tag the content with the civilization as Ameto, leading to my accidental filtration into misspelled fetish (?) content!!!!!

[sandraugiga]

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[ohnoitsjetster]

I want to put you into a tiny terrarium and study you

thanks

[pseudowho]

"Hey...are you finished yet?"

You sidled up to Kento in the kitchen, impatient, his waist snatched by his apron as he chopped chillies. He knew what you wanted, and chastised you without venom, a wry half-smile upon his mouth.

"If you want dinner, you'll wait a few more minutes."

You loitered by the counter, one leg stretching out to stroke at Kento's hip, your toes trailing round his waist, and down, and--

Kento coughed, grabbing your toes against his lap, dropping his knife and giving his hands a cursory wash under the tap. Holding your foot to him, he closed in until your knee was crumpled to your chest, and you giggled as he glowered down at you.

He leaned down, his voice rumbling, appraising your body in his shirt with hungry eyes. Lifting you up on the counter, he continued to chastise you to your laughter, his voice low at your neck as he made love to it.

"You're not wearing anything under there, are you, Mrs.Nanami? Impatient. Filthy."

Giggles turned into sighs, turned into whimpers as Kento tangled a gripping hand in the front of your shirt, affectionately restraining you while his fingers slid down to your core, slipping between your folds until he found his aim.

Kento allowed himself one long-fingered dip inside you with a shudder, before rolling practiced circles over your clit.

You nuzzled into him with a sigh, feeling so oddly sensitive down there. The feeling built, a strange warm prickle, thinking Kento must have doused his fingers in magic and sin before they met their mark. You shivered, whimpering, the feeling building.

"...ungh...hot..."

"Mmm...yes, you certainly are. Could always edge you like this until you--"

"--no-- no, Kento-- hot, it's hot!"

Kento pulled back in alarm at the terror in your voice, keen eyes narrowed and fixed on you. You both stared at each other for a moment in dumb confusion.

His eyes flicked down to his fingers, still as the grave between your lips. Your eyes flicked over to the chillies he'd been chopping just minutes before.

"Kento, the--"

"--the chillies, fuck, shit, I'm so sorry--"

You shrieked, slapping his glistening fingers away, your face twisted in pain. "--oh my fucking god, Kento, you fucking idiot--"

"--excuse me, I am sorry, but if I recall, you were the one who seduced me--"

"--why did you let me?!"

You shrieked again, the Great Fire of London blazing at the crest of your thighs. Kento jolted to life, darting to the fridge, reassuring you, while he berated you, while you panicked in pain.

"--hang on, hang on, you'll be alright--shit..."

Kento slopped milk into a glass, shoving his hand into it and walking back over to you as you lay back on the counter, one hand clasped over your burning vagina. Kento's voice rumbled, authoritative, his hair mussed and sweaty.

"Open up."

"--you're fucking joking, Kento--"

"Do as you're told. This will help. Open up."

Half-laughing, half-crying, half-aflame, more agony than woman, you kicked at Kento while he huffed a laugh, batting your thighs apart.

Still weakly objecting, you gasped when he sunk two milky fingers between your folds, dipping his hand once more in the cold milk, and back again. Milk, labia. Milk, labia.

Lying back with your hands over your face, miserable with shame, you could do nothing while Kento milk-fingered the burning chillies off you. You could feel him trying to look serious and mournful as he did it.

"Stop laughing, Kento--"

"I would never."

"--you absolutely are--"

"I wouldn't dare, my love."

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You and Kento ate your curry in silence. Kento's face was fixed throughout, deliberately solemn. You glared over at him occasionally, mulish, the ghost of a fire still lingering at your core.

Kento finished his curry, clearing his throat. He barely hid the crooked smile behind his napkin.

"That was delicious."

"...yeah. I guess it was."

"I do fancy a glass of milk though."

"--alright, that's it. Get undressed-- I'm giving you a blow job--"

"--darling--you've just eaten chillies--"

"Exactly."

Kento paled, voice tight as he begged for his life. "Please don't."

[jesuistrestriste]

patrick who's going away on tour so he trains art to be a perfect replacement so that youre still getting fucked right while he's away. jerking art off to porn of the kinks he knows you like so he's into it as well. I'm begging you to match my freak here.

ooooh absolutely

art’s been given a list of very specific instructions on how to fuck you like pat does. he’s, like, very reluctant to follow through because he feels like it’s ‘degrading’ to treat you the way his friend does, but he made a promise.

so instead of kissing you gently, a hand on your cheek while he lets you lead, he kisses you hungrily. sloppily. licks at the inside of your mouth and holds your lower jaw in his grasp as he devours you the way only patrick would. swallows down your little noises that slip out, muffling them with his tongue in the next moment.

and instead of fucking you in missionary and holding your hand like he wants to, he flips you onto your tummy and holds your hips. he slaps your ass when you arch it up into his pelvis; squeezes the soft flesh right after the impact. art doesn’t want to enjoy the way you yelp and whine when he’s rough, but he does.

instead of giving you slow, even, tender thrusts while he gazes down into your eyes, he bucks against the backside of your form like he’s starved for your pretty insides. pummels the deepest parts of you the best he can while you squirm and squirt over his aching cock. emphasizes each roll of his body with a growled ‘fuck’.

… and instead of whimpering and moaning in your ear about how beautiful you are, and how amazing you feel, and how lucky he is to be able to have you in this way, he says what he’s been instructed to say. leans down over your back, still messily stirring up your guts and filling you with blurts of his precome, and groans into the back of your neck.

“that’s it… just like that, you filthy little thing… you like when i fuck you like this? yeah? yeah, i know you do…”

“come on, you can be louder than that.. beg for my cock and maybe i’ll let you cream on it..”

“fuckkk, my god, you’re so fucking tight— ungh! ‘m gonna- ‘m g’na cum, oh g-god, i’m fucking— i’m gonna cum— gonna fill you up—beg for my load, baby, ohhh fuckkk—“

his dick kicks against your walls as he slams himself balls-deep inside and then shudders over you, spilling rope after rope of his release into your greedy hole. he lets out a series of anguished cries like a depraved animal, his fingers digging into your waist.

normally, it’d be too much for art to continue. he gets far too sensitive to go for a second round so soon, but.. again, he made a promise.

and patrick told him that you’re never satisfied until you’ve milked him. so he trembles and whines and puts the facade back on before he lets his overstimulated cock swell back to life inside of you.

he’d never wanna do anything to disappoint his best friend. he’s gonna give you everything he has.

it’s what pat would want.

[hadoriel]

Hey, as somebody who's been playing WoW for about a decade now and is deep into lore and all that... Some of these points seem a bit outdated. I totally agree with you that the game's narrative needs to be constantly doing better, especially since there's a lot of old stuff over the course of the franchise that has either aged badly or was never looked at critically enough (I mean, it was born from a bunch of white American dudes, so there was a lot of bias they'd just never confronted when they created it)

But I do think that, overall, we're making strides in the right direction. I mean, some of it is awkward, like every side couple being gay in Dragonflight as over-correction, but at least we're no longer at the stage of 'everyone headcanons a main character as queer to the point one of the writers goes on Twitter to yell at them and frantically claim the character isn't gay' from the Pandaria years. Heck, they finally caved and confirmed Chromie as trans, after they made her character joke about in in HOTS a decade ago. And although her story isn't spotlight, she's still there, talking about taking her humanoid form, in several quests. Flynn and Shaw got a whole book together, traveling part of the world

Orcs, Trolls, Tauren etc have been heroes for a while. I think a better solution is rather, when an Orc is a hero (a la Thrall), he shouldn't be made more humanized (like giving him eyebrows??) and/or they should be given better spotlight (instead of, say, us saving Baine in Shadowlands for him to just sit in a corner... literally). We do have a lot of characters from 'monstrous' races that could be in the spotlight, lots of really cool ones, too! In fact, that's one thing that I love about Warcraft's worldbuilding, is that there's so many characters that aren't human. But Golden really loved Anduin, so we keep getting him, there's a lot of elves, and Thrall is pretty much the default Horde character to choose from when they don't want to build up someone else. I'd love to see Ji and Aysa again tbh. Talanji would be nice. Point is - we DO have heroes of those races. It's just that they either don't get enough spotlight or, in Thrall's case, they humanize them too much

This will probably be up in the air for a while. I remember my hackles being raised at Drustvar's storyline, because that was so recent, and yet the overarching plot of the zone was 'the native people here are evil legit witches and our colonizer ancestors killed them - we need to kill them again' with a token couple of 'good' people of the native culture who hole themselves up in a cave and lament how evil their brethren are. So, yeah, we do need to keep talking about this, though I think it's a bigger issue than just WoW, of course

I think they've been successful at this. The Tuskarr in Dragonflight tell actual Inuit tales, have actual Inuit names, and were approved by actual Inuit people, for example. Goblins seem to be working towards a new future with Gazlowe in charge. I was pleased that the centaur were matriarchal without being evil (as is stereotype - even as recently in WoW as the blood trolls in Nazmir) and the archeologists were espousing modern archeology ethics, like returning their finds to the people they belonged to

Have you seen the new character coming in War Within? The black half elf lady with the prosthetic shield arm? I do think they're trying. But unfortunately the toxic gamer bros have been calling her a 'diverse checkbox' character and getting mad, even though we know very little of her so far besides being a major character. Yes, it took WAY too long to add darker skin tone options for player races. But they are moving forward

"... mansplaining to a PoC coded monster that his government system is inherently wrong" - I think you're talking about Anduin here, yeah? Who was he saying this to? For some reason my brain keeps going to his dumb conversations with Sylvanas instead orz. Nonetheless, the Light is... unfortunately Christian-based and it makes me uncomfortable, as a non-Christian, but I do think they've also been trying to diversify the Light so that the Christian elements are uniquely a human culture thing. There was a big ruckus over it regarding the Paladin hero talents a bit ago on Twitter, actually. I don't think we've even touched human Light beliefs since, what, Cata? I just generally think Anduin could've been a good character, had he not been treated like he was always right, and then dragged through the mud as a forced attempt at being a foil for Sylvanas' insanity through SL

Anyways - I don't think, just because Warcraft has some issues, it should be outright banned in random polls, especially when we DO have canon queer characters now valid for the blog in question. I don't think anyone should really bother poll blogs about 'ugh I hate this media it's so bad!!' unless it's like... actually overtly offensive outright. Which WoW isn't

To OP poll blog themselves, sorry for the reply ramble. Please don't ban Warcraft because of a random anon lol ;; It's a big and old franchise, has problems, but it's nothing like... bad bad awful ban worthy

I'm not asking you to pull Mathias Shaw, I just want more people to be aware that white queer characters doesn't equal wokeness and the general exclusion of non whites from LGBTIQA discussions.

I also criticize media like World of Warcraft so the writers will eventually get the message that stuff like this is offensive and they should do some damage control like:

Stop depicting orcs, trolls, tauren and countless other "monsters" as purely evil villains, let them be heroes too.

Admit the countless white colonizing characters did wrong and that people like Zul'jin were wronged.

Tone down the racial coding a little bit and don't do it for new races they create.

Stop having all prominent human characters be white and for god's sakes, tone down the white savior vibes!

No having characters like a blonde blue eyed white guy from ersatz europe that worships ersatz christianity mansplaining to a PoC coded monster that his government system is inherently wrong unlike Ersatz Europe's absolute monarchy does NOT equal talking down toxic masculinity, it (unintentionally?) endorse a white supremacist vibe. PS: Did you get my other Warcraft Ask?

I know! I was just putting that in the tags because I've had problems with people making assumptions about what I stand for as a person before based on "allowing" a certain media to go through. Not targeted at you specifically! Although my knowledge of WOW is severely limited personally, I agree with everything you're saying here! Also yes, I did, I'll post it after this one. I've been holding off on answering certain asks because I just don't have the time to do thorough research right now, so I'm glad you elaborated on what you meant!

[artinvain]

you write such absolutely filthy fics… please don’t ever stop

never xoxo

short abby pwop, you’re both just so desperate…

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧ “fuckfuck, put it in,” abby whines desperately, her lips against your neck making marks, the double strap painfully still inside her. “come on baby — ride me please, shit!” abby moans low into your shoulder when you sink down on her.

“fuck, you’re big” you gasp, holding tight onto her shoulders and groaning at the way the lube makes her ridged strap feel, pressing into every part of you. making it slip deeper. you whine into abby’s mouth, pressing your lips against hers sliding up and down on her, the pressure perfect as you feel the dildo curling into the both of you.

you moan and whimper in unison at the lewd sounds of your growing wetness around abby’s strap, “fuck honey, riding me so good,” she gasps, holding you tight and bringing you up and down so you’re bouncing on her, “shit, shit ungh-“ abby cannot help the way her hips buck into you, she’s continually getting wetter the way the end of her strap is rubbing right against her gspot.

“christ,” you yelp when Abby pulls you up by your thighs and turns you onto your back, one knee on the bed and placing your leg on her shoulder. her hips keep bucking, faster now she’s grunting, her grip bruising

“god, good girl. so perfect taking my fucking-“ Abby moans pressing deep and grinding, thrusting shallowly. “fuck! taking it so good, this cunt’s pulling me in so nice,” abby whines, pressing over you and grabbing the nipple clamps she slows her pace even as you whine in protest. “put these on for my honey,”

you whimper at her command and pinch your nipples tight, yelling and clenching down on her at the sweet pain of the constant pressure on your nipples. “good girl, my pretty slut,” she praises, taking the chain in her hand and tugging.

“fuck, m’gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum,” abby groans, starts to rub your clit and she can see it on your face, the way you’re gasping silently. your brows furrowed and your fingernails digging into her arms. you can hardly speak, gasping and babbling her name as your legs tremor “abs-“ you whine, your eyes tearing up.

“I know baby, I know just, just fuck be so good for me and cum yeah ? be my perfect slut and just cum all over me,” your back arches as you cum and you clench so hard on abby she can hardly move so she settles of grinding her hips in circles, your clits rubbing up against each other as you both cum, “fuck,” she grunts, falling over you. you can feel each other throbbing, wet clits sliding against each other as she continues to hump you, until you’re cumming again.

“yes baby, just like that,” she whines both of you spurting and gasping, your bodies pressed sweaty together.

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

[eclipseslayer]

dad!toji n his best friend, shiu, ruining u before u go on a date cus they think ur dress is too revealing

“biiiig stretch baby, tha’s iiiit” as shiu slips in ur other hole….going dumb on them cus what else can u do :((((

0 thoughts just those 2 old perverts n being cockdrunk for them >~<

also just wanted to say i love ur work!!! ty for the time and effort you put into ur work and blog🙂‍↕️🫶i hope u are doing well!

AHHHH ANONNNNNN WTFFFF THIS IS SO GENIUS UR MIND!!!!

Also tysm you're too kind :'))

• cw: Toji Fushiguro x f!reader x Shiu Kong; DARK CONTENT, incest, anal, spankings, you get called a 'slut'.

• DISCLAIMER: I do NOT condone any of what's written for irl purposes. This is just a coping mechanism of mine. If you're uncomfortable with what's written, just block & move on, please.

As if one man wasn't enough, Shiu slips into your other gaping hole, as it's been prepped and lubed with Shiu's fingers.

"Biiiiiig stretch baby, that's it..." Shiu mutters, with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips as his hands grips your ass.

You let out a loud whine as you feel the other man slip into you, stretching you out until you feel like you're full.

God. With Toji laying below you, and with Shiu behind you, and their cocks buried deep within you, you feel like you're a bomb, needing to explode.

"There we go," Toji rumbles below you, and a firm hand comes down to slap your ass, making you jolt.

"Hnngh!"

"Little, ungh—" Toji grunts as he starts moving his cock in and out of you. "—slut, this is what you get for wearing such a slutty little dress. Now you're gonna be late to that date of yours," Toji grumbles with distaste, hating the idea that you were even going on a date in the first place.

You're his. You're his little girl, and there's nothing you can do to change that fact. It's simply the natural order of things, and the thought is drilled into you as the two men move their fat cocks into you, over and over again.

"Fuck, this little asshole is so tight, Toji. What a slutty little daughter ya got," Shiu groans from above, and he brings down another hand to firmly slap your ass as he pounds into it.

Toji grins from below and brings his hand to slap your other ass cheek. "Yeah I know. This is how sluts are treated, right, baby?" He looks at you, expectantly.

You nod, whining, hardly able to speak.

"R-Right."

[ncroissant]

this is based on @lordragamuffin's amazing fanart of bloody doppelgänger francis and real francis!!! minors please dni!!

imagine doppelgänger francis absolutely terrorizing the real francis.

he’d be so jealous, watching the way you handled your boyfriend. he’d quite literally be watching you two fuck every night, outside your balcony.

yeah, world domination was cool, but human sex looked too fun for him to pass up the opportunity.

sometimes you’d leave francis home alone when you worked overnights at the security office, while your boyfriend slept alone in his all too tight shirts.

for the past week, only when you were away, francis felt something, or someone, groping at his chest. but he was always almost half-asleep when he felt slender fingers swirling around his nipples.

he’d twitch and squirm in his sleep, huffing out moans whenever he felt something pinching and tugging at his nubs.

he thought he was going crazy.

and every morning, when he woke up from his nightly grope session, he’d always have an embarrassingly large mess in his pants. his dick was still hard, cum splattered in his boxers.

the next week, francis started having dreams about it. no face could be imagined for whoever was fondling with his chest, but he could feel the same fingers on him every night.

he thought he was just horny, missing you on the nights you weren’t there. but even when you were there, he’d feel so guilty, praying to the dream gods that he’d have a wet dream about the mystery groper, playing with his perky nipples.

then finally, one fateful night, he woke up to finally see fingers stuffed under his shirt. he was still disoriented, squirming under the cold fingers of the mystery groper.

“w-who, haah, are you…?” francis panted, throwing his head back with his tongue lulled out. the fingers were moving too fast for him to protest, nails slightly scrapping the tips.

there was no response. the only noise that filled the room were the whimpers and moans from francis. he was so needy, drool sliding out of his mouth at the immense pleasure he felt. he couldn’t even fathom how good he felt from how just his nipples.

“mmngh! c-can you, aghnn, tell me, please?” he was so polite, even while some stranger was pulling at his stupidly perky nipples, testing if any milk work come out.

doppelgänger francis would just silently chuckle at his copy’s desperation. he’d flick one bud, while rubbing the other with his thumb. whatever made his copy twitch, he’d do it over and over again to see him squirm.

humans are so stupid, he thought.

he looked down to see the mess that was brewing between francis’ legs, before finally giving francis a clue. “why not…you let me replace you, hm?”

francis tried to hide the moans that were spilling out of his lips at the revelation, but his mind was so hazy for him to even refute. “n-nggGH!” he mewled when doppel squeezed both nipples at the tips.

“i’ll play with you like this every night, then i pretend to be you in the day, hm?” doppel proposed, shivers rolling down francis’ spine. the heat of doppel’s breath brushed against his ears making them tingle.

“t-that’s, ungh, not…” francis was grinding against the fabric of his underwear, completely out of it. he was so close. just a few more flicks would send this poor boy over the edge.

“c’mon, they won’t even notice. i can play with these pretty things like this,” he flicked at francis’ buds, pressing kisses against his flushed neck. “such pretty tits, hm?” he chuckled, cupping his chest.

that comment sent francis over the moon. his heart was nearly thumping out of his chest and cum splattered on the inside of his pants.

“guess i trained you well. they’re bigger than before,” doppel didn’t waiver when francis came, continuing to torment his pink nubs. they were throbbing, sensitive to the touch.

francis’ drool dropped to his chin, his eyes rolled back all the way. “n-no, i jus’...hnghh, c-came. ‘s too soon, ngh…” he moaned, cheek smushed against the pillow.

“maybe give me the answer i wanna hear, ‘n i’ll let you have a little break, yeah?” doppel growled, sucking hickies lower down his neck.

francis’ breath hitched, shaking his head. “d-don’t, eek! d-don’t leave marks, they’ll see, mngh, them!” he pleaded.

doppel smirked, rolling his fingertips over francis’ nipples soothingly. it was slow, too slow. “ooohhngh…y-you can, hn, take over f’me…” francis cutely agreed, biting his lower lip.

“yeah? ‘n i’ll play with you every night, right?” doppel grinned widely, sucking on francis’ earlobe.

francis’ eyes were squeezed shut, flushed from the neck down. “m-mhm! p-please…” francis begged, trying to puff his chest out for more friction.

“alright. you said it yourself, so don’t go crying to me when you can’t take it anymore,” doppel chuckled darkly, tugging francis’ nipples with a squeeze.

“haaaAANGH!”

[mdsbabygirl]

Sex with Nagi Seishiro

Pairing: Nagi Seishiro x FEM!reader

Genre: Smut

Wc: 797

Cw: use of pet names, very lazy Nagi, shafting, cowgirl, fingering, eating out, cockwarming, mentions of Doggystyle, a bit of biting idk ... NOT PROOFREAD

Notes: as usual this is rushed, but I really wanted to write some smut so here it is loveys... Once I'm done w exams I hope I'll start writing some longer fics, and also draw some fanfics of our lovely men idk...

Sex with an extremely lazy Nagi would most likely revolve around finding the most effortless and enjoyable ways for the both of you to get what you want. He would likely prefer positions that minimize movement and maximize relaxation. For instance, I think the spooning position would be one his favs. Like, just imagine laying on your sides facing the same direction, as Seishiro gently thrusts inside you from behind. This position would be ideal as it allows for intimate, slow, and sensual lovemaking without needing him to make great efforts.

I think he'd also pepper kisses on your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he softly bites your supple skin, when you clench too hard on him, "ungh..Angel, not too tight.. ha.. don't wanna cum yet"

Another one of his fav positions would be cowgirl. Our lazy Nagi would just lay on his back, stay cozy on your soft bed, while you move up and down in his big cock, your sensual and precise movements making him feel heavenly. He wouldn't just like this position for the comfort and the pleasure, but also because he enjoys seeing his pretty gf getting off on his dick, looking super pretty for him as her boobs bounce and her mouth is wide open to let out all those sweet moans he so much loves to hear.

"Ahh.. yes just like that, yes.. oh fuck.. you're so damn pretty!" He'd gently murmur as he looks intently at you, savoring both the immense pleasure you're giving him and your beauty.

Another potential scenario could involve Seishiro using his tongue to great effect, as this requires little to no movement on his part. He may opt for extended oral sessions, taking his time to explore every inch of your wet throbbing cunt with his lips and tongue, savoring each taste and texture. He'd also involve some fingering if he's feeling extra, using those long thick digits to great use.

He'd gently insert one finger at a time, making sure your pussy adjusts to their size before adding another. His fingers would go at a slow pace at first, taking his time to savour the way your body reacts to him. Then once he feels you got a bit more used to his ministrations, his digits would delve deeper, sliding in the depths of your warm wetness.

He massages your inner walls with deliberate strokes, pushing in and curling his fingers, eventually finding your g-spot with ease. He circles it gently, making you see Stars.

When it comes to climax, Nagi may not want to expend any extra energy. In this case, the "shafting" technique, would work best. He'd penetrate you from behind, his hard cock pushing past your slick folds and filling you up so perfectly, so that, then he lets you rub your puffy clit to orgasm. Sometimes you'd ask him to do it, and with a little sight he obliges, because you're his sweet loving gf and he's more than willing to make a little more effort to please you ... But tbh, I feel like he'd get bored quickly so instead he just starts pounding you, holding you by the waist and moving you on his dick like some kind of Fleshlight, until the both of you cum.

In addition to being as lazy as a sloth, Nagi is an avid gamer. Which means that it's unlikely he'll stop gaming if you're horny.. sorry 😔.. BUT.. BUT, he would tell you that you're more than welcome to sit on him, and cockwarm him while he's playing.. which is why, most of your intimate moments are just some long cockwarming sessions that end up in you riding him or using your vibrator while still moving on his dick ....

Omg wait... Nagi does enjoy using toys.. heck yeah he does, he finds them entertaining. But not just any toys, the ones that are remote controlled like vibrators and whatnot. Now hear me out, what if Nagi asked you to play a game w him, and he told you the loser had to endure some kind of punishment... Hehe, punishment..

So you lose eventually, and then he pulls out a little purple vibrator and proceeds to pleasure you with it until overstimulation.. and he doesn't stop there, no no no ... He does not, he'll pull his large hardness and proceed to fuck you as he keeps overstimulating you, making you squirm, shake and moan his nane like a prayer. You'd beg him to stop, ask him for a moment of rest with teary pleading eyes, but he wouldn't stop, insisting that losers get their punishment no matter what.

"You lost Angel! Maybe next you'll learn to play better!"

Pov: me who loses on purpose just to get pounded by him...

© mdsbabygirl do not copy or translate my work without my permission.

[fairytsuk1]

going multiple rounds with alex (AND he cums inside every time) 🙏🏼

going multiple rounds with alex<33

“i-i can’t, alex!”

“come on, baby,” he groans and a bead of sweat trails down his jaw. you eagerly suckle on the skin to his dismay, and his hips stutter inside you with a deep moan.

alex loved having you like this; client with the squish of your thighs under his fingertips as he drove his thick cockhead in hard before languidly pulling out.

you’d already gushed around him twice, leaving a creamy ting around his base as a broken wail escaped you, “oh—ooooh! shit, ‘lex!”

“yeah? oh fuuck,” the wet squelching of your gummy walls is all you can hear while you boyfriend folds you like a chair. “can feel myself in your tu—ungh, your tummy, baby.”

his dick is in your guts, fully nestled right against your womb as his precum messily mixes with your cum. a line of drool pools and spills from the corner of your lips. it feels too good, the heavy coil in your stomach furling into a red, hot snake of pleasure.

alex’s hands fist into the pillows and his hips punctuate his words with deep thrusts that leave your eyes rolling back. sticky strands connect the two of you as he dives in for a kiss and rolls his body on top of yours.

“gonna cum? yeeeah, you’re fucking gripping me,” he pants with his gaze locked directly on yours. your face twitches and screws up as your walls squeeze him. he’s barely moving, just humping you desperately as your back arches. “that’s it, you’re so pretty. fuck, fuuuuuck.”

“‘m gonna cum! wait, ah-ah-ah! w-wait—!!”

your trembling lips part in a wide ‘O’ as you squirt on him. your legs threaten to squish his sides into oblivion, your gossamer fluids drenching his waist as you cum hard. alex can barely hold himself up with flexed biceps as he nestles inside you, “ohmy—god.”

his smoky groan leaves you whimpering as he fills you with each white spurt of cum. alex’s hips buck up into you and you’re pawing at his chest, desperate for relief.

“fuck.. mami, you’re so fucking gorgeous for me.”

you can barely respond as you struggle to catch your breath in alex’s arms. he doesn’t move, softening inside you as blurts of his release spill from your twitching hole. he hums and gently lays his body weight on you, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

“next time, we go for four.”

[tang3r1n]

+18, sex dialogue, sweet/soft gojo, i just wanted to write him saying nasty shit my bad, need him so bad FUCK.

“oh sweet baby, lookin so starved for cock, m’poor, poor angel~”

“ungh— such a messy lil pussy- huh? ya want me to spit on it? god, yes baby, fuck yes”

“takin m’cock so well, precious, messy fuckin face covered in cum”

“ohh?~ what this? pretty little thing all dolled up f’me, huh? you feel pretty, baby? yeah? aww, y’look just absolutely adorable, my love”

“is my sweet girl cryin? aww, im so sorry, i forgot my lil crybaby is so sensitive down there~”

“ya cunt’so loud tonight, messy thing, ugh— she’s makin so much noise f’me, so fucking hot—gonna cum, yeah, gonna fill your chatty pussy up, make y’even more messy~”

“yeah? repeat after me; ‘Sato loves me’, good girl, ‘i’m Sato’s angel’, such a good girl, ‘i deserve Sato’s love’, ‘i deserve to feel good.’ aww yes, good job my soul,”

“yes— yes, yes, yesyesyesyes— fuck, make me cum baby, yeah, love looking at you like this, so fucking wet n nasty when you suck me off—ungh-!”

“hehe, you’re so pretty, angel, i have such a beautiful girl with me, such a sweet ‘n soft baby, open up now, hehe, say ‘ahh’~”

k i’m done.

[the-californicationist]

The Window (Ch.07 - Finale)

Ch 01 // Ch 02 // Ch 03 // Ch 04 // Ch 05 // Ch 06 // Ch 07

......

This is an excerpt. For the full fic, please read on AO3.

You were full of come, your tits were sore from being emptied by hungry mouths, and yet your pussy just couldn’t get enough. After two and a half rounds, Simon had fallen asleep on his back, and so you were riding him, reverse cowgirl, grinding your wet hole against the root of his cock, feeling him breathe heavily in his sex-induced slumber. 

Kyle had just returned from the kitchen, mixing some sort of health drink concoction for you, and you were a little suspicious that it was meant to help with your milk production - which needed the opposite of help at this point.

The boys were drinking from you every chance they got. After the all-clear from the doctor, that was the only green light they needed. To make matters worse, every time you got turned on, your milk would let down, and the laundry had piled up around you for days. 

Soap was in the den folding piles of clothes at this very moment, letting Ghost and Gaz have their fun with you. You were all sitting down to a big Sunday roast later, courtesy of John Price, captain-turned-chef. 

“Greedy little thing, arentcha, babes?” Gaz teased you, giving you a kiss on your forehead and making you take a sip of his potion while you were lazily rocking yourself back and forth on Simon’s swollen shaft. 

“Mm,” you made a face at the taste of his drink, “Why don’t you help me wake him back up?”

The glint in Kyle’s eye was like a shining star, just as greedy as you and far more mischievous. 

“Got room for me?” Gaz set his drink down and climbed into the bed, spreading his lieutenant’s legs a little wider to accommodate him.

He was already naked, and already hard, but you reached for him anyway, wanting to pump his long prick in your hands just to see him writhe for you. Gaz bent to suck from your breast, catching a stray droplet of your milk on his tongue and chasing it to the source. Then, he edged himself forward, fondling Ghost’s heavy ballsack, moving it out of the way to find his tight asshole. Gaz reached for the lube, being a little too generous with his application, and rubbed it all over himself and Simon’s unsuspecting hole. 

Carefully, Gaz moved between Simon’s legs, feeding himself into his ass, fucking him along with you, and smiling like a fiend. 

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, shaking off the chills, “Tha’s what I fuckin’ needed. Why’s he always so bloody tight?”

“Does he feel as good for you as he does for me?” You asked, kissing Gaz on the mouth, feeling his hands as they rubbed over your sore tits, moving down to the globe of your belly. 

“Yeah, he’s so good. Look at you. Ridin’ him like our pretty little slag, huh? Is that what you are, babes?”

“Yeah,” you whined, playing along with his dirty talk, kissing him deeper, feeding your tongue to him. 

“Ungh, fuckin’ hell,” Simon woke up, his hands instinctively clutching your hips, bending his head around to glare at Garrick, “You two are gonna give me a bloody stroke.”

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” Gaz winked at him over your shoulder, returning to your kisses, rutting himself into Simon’s asshole, stretching him deeper and deeper with every thrust. 

“Bastard,” Ghost complained, but it was framed by a dark, pleasure-filled moan, so his sergeant ignored him and continued to pump himself into his warm body, raw and hard as a stone. 

Kyle grabbed one of Ghost’s legs, slinging it over his own thigh, trying to get his long cock all the way inside. You three were a tangle of limbs and lurid grunting, the wet sounds of your pussy and Gaz’s lubed pounding filling the bedroom with your cries. 

Gaz kept his hands on your belly, staring down at it between kisses,

“Look at you. So fuckin’ beautiful. Tell me you want more than one, Spar. Please. Even if it’s a lie. Tell me, now. I think it’ll make me come so damn hard.”

You were kissing his neck, leaving dark, purple hickies across his sensitive skin, playing with his nipples with your fingertips, 

“Don’t come yet. Wait for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gaz returned to your hanging breasts, groping them and suckling from them erratically. He used his other hand to play with your clit, reaching below your belly to find your tender nub, rolling the body of it back and forth, teasing you until you shattered under his hands. 

“Fuuuhhhhhck! Garrick! What are you makin’ her do to me? Holy shit,” Ghost reeled, squeezing and slapping your thick ass as you came on his cock, soaking him and matting his pubic hair, sticky and cloying. 

“She likes that cock, Riley. Don’t you, Sparrow?”

You nodded, your mind blanking in and out of consciousness. 

“Tell him,” Gaz snarled, pinching your nipple cruelly, fucking his cock into Simon hard enough to make him grunt with every forceful snap of his hips. 

“I love your cock, Si!” You whimpered, holding onto Gaz’s neck for stability. 

You were bent forward a bit, and it gave Ghost just enough room to fit a wide thumb against your asshole. He played with it, not penetrating you, but pulling at your edges, teasing you like you and Gaz were teasing him.

“Good girl, innit she?” Ghost commented, sticking his thumb in just a little further, grinding it in small circles, stretching your hole. 

“Yeah, she is. Our girl. You gonna come for us again, Spar?” Kyle rubbed your clit faster, applying more pressure.

“No… hngh, no! I can’t. Kyle, please… I’m…” You were falling apart. 

“I think you will. I think I’ll make you,” he threatened, bending to drink from you as he tortured your pussy, fucking Ghost that much harder, his excitement at your pleasure driving his movements. 

“Garrick,” Simon hissed through gritted teeth, and you felt him lose his strength, his thumb popping all the way into your hole as his cock started to spray his third load inside of you, already swimming in his own come and adding to the mess he’d left deep in your pussy. 

Kyle made you come, too, stacking your orgasms together like cards in a deck, dragging you and Ghost over the edge at the same time like the magician that he was. 

Then, you took your revenge, leaning forward, looking at him with your hooded, exhausted eyes, whispering right into his mouth, 

“You gonna be the one to put another baby in me, Gaz? You wanna give me another, don’t you?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” 

You’d done it. Gaz launched himself forward, flinging his whole weight into Ghost, emptying his heavy balls deep into Simon’s belly. You were all gasping for breath, sliding over each other like you were careening out of control, unable to manage your overwhelming sensations, beyond gluttonous in your lustful entanglement. 

Slowly, you slipped away from each other, falling into a heap, cuddling and dozing in each other’s arms, letting the cool, dark room lull you to sleep. 

You awoke where you had fallen asleep, wrapped in Ghost and Gaz in a sticky, sweaty mess, but you’d felt the mattress dip under the weight of someone else, and it had pulled you from your nap. 

“John?” You muttered, trying to see who was sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Hey, little bird. You looked so comfy. Didn’t wanna wake you,” he whispered. 

There was something in his voice. Something sad. It dragged you out of your soporific daze like a shot of adrenaline, and you carefully removed yourself from your sleeping lovers. John helped you stand, your legs still shaking like a baby deer, weak from your blissful play. 

“Easy,” John chuckled, admiring the welts on your ass that Simon had left with his big palm, “C’mon. I drew you a bath.”

You followed him into the huge bathroom, seeing the tub filled with hot water and bubbles, wide enough for the both of you. At first, John was going to leave you to your own devices, but you wordlessly invited him in, pulling at his buttoned shirt, dragging him gently over to the steamy basin. 

So, he stripped for you, knocking off his hat and raking his shirt over his back, shucking down his jeans. He stepped into the tub first, using his strong hands to guide you in, knowing your balance isn’t what it was when you were a less-spherical shape. 

You sank down with him into the water, sighing from the relief,

“Mmm, that feels amazing. I think I was too horny for my own good. Gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“It’s cute that you think Simon’s the last one who gets to come in my tight little pussy tonight,” Price joked with you, a wide smile stretching across his face. 

“Oh!” You joined in his humor, putting on an air of sarcasm with your tone, “It’s your pussy, hm?”

“It is,” John curled his arms around you, making you lean your back against his chest, folding you into him like a love letter in an envelope; signed, sealed, delivered. 

He rubbed his hands across your belly indulgently, more possessive than Gaz had been, and a little less reverent. Then, he cupped your furry mons, making a shell-shape with his hands as if protecting your quim from the outside world, covetous and possessive. 

“It is,” you confirmed, leaving the jovial tone out of your voice this time. 

You felt his chest swell with pride, and then, he was lost deep in thought, thumbing his fingers through your curly hair, sliding over your clit, groping you absentmindedly. 

“Tell me your secret, John Price,” you whispered, “It’ll be just between us.”

To your surprise, he told you right away. No prying. No fighting it out of him like you were wrestling an alligator. He whispered into your ear, 

“I won’t take the paternity test.” 

You spun around in the tub to look at him face to face. He was leaning back, resting his neck against the lip of the tub, his eyes soft and serene, gazing at you like you were a valkyrie come to steal him from the battlefield, fully at peace. 

“What? Why? Don’t you… I thought…”

The worry that laced itself around the edges of your words made him reach for you, dragging you closer to him as he explained, 

“That baby’s mine, Sparrow. I know it is. And even if it isn’t, it still is. I’m going to be a father in a few short weeks, and I’m going to hold them in my arms, and I’m going to love them just as much as I love you, just like I love my men. And I could take all the tests in the world and it still wouldn’t convince me that your baby isn’t Simons. That it isn’t Johnny’s. That it isn’t Kyle’s. Even if the test came back at a hundred fuckin’ percent, there’s no one on this whole bloody planet that could convince me otherwise.” 

He studied your face, watching his words sink into your heart, and he dropped his voice to a low, dark purr, 

“I’m sorry, Sparrow, but I already know that this is my child,” his hands caressed the base of your belly where the little body was resting inside of you, “I’ll sign my name on the forms, I’ll pay for all of the costs, but I don’t need a test. You’re having my baby, love. That’s all I care about.”

When the tears came, you weren’t sure where they were from. You felt a sort of relief, like a weight being lifted from your arms. Like a locked door finally opening. You weren’t sad. You were almost… happy? It felt like John was embracing you and your baby along with his men. He was bringing you all into his life as his family, no matter the result. You felt safe, loved, and well-cared for. 

John pulled you into his chest, letting your tears come without shushing you, without making you feel like you needed to stop. He let you cry, just keeping you close to him, protected and warm. 

His smoky voice washed over your mind, a deep purr,

“Pretty bird…”

You lay your cheek against his open palm, letting him hold you up, relying on his strength. Your mind was getting lost as his soft kisses pulled you into a dreamlike stillness, feeling the way his mouth dragged languidly along the line of your jaw, tasting you and leaving a burning trail of his hot breath upon your skin. 

“Give me that fork. No, that one. Yeah.”

“Can you pass the rolls, Si? Ta.”

“Didnae any of yous bring the butter over here?”

“Want anything else, Spar?” Gaz kissed you on the forehead as he took his seat beside you at the table, squeezing through the chaos of arms and plates and hands as the others reached and grabbed and passed food from one spot to the next. 

“I’m perfect, thanks,” you smiled up at him, spooning hot, salty mashed potatoes into your mouth, groaning from the comfort and familiarity of John’s home-cooked meal. 

You were perfect, you thought to yourself, chewing over the word in your mind. Despite the odds, you were, for the first time in your life, truly perfect.

You ate and listened to the rumbling voices of your four lovers, watching them dote upon and tease each other, rough yet soft, playful yet caring, and you thought about your life together. Their love for you was everywhere you looked. It was in the pillow that Soap’s mother had sent you, which you were perched on at this very moment, meant to ease the strain on your back. It was in the way Gaz kept spooning more servings onto your plate when he thought you weren’t looking. It was in Simon’s firm squeeze on your knee as he leaned over you to grab his fifth or sixth dinner roll, checking on you wordlessly, making sure you knew he was there. And it was in John’s eyes. 

It was always in John’s eyes. The whole house could be coming apart around you, brick by brick, tumbling from roof and rafters right into the damn sea, and his eyes would be fixed on you, like a disciple looking up at the altar of their marble goddess, praying for her endless, merciful benevolence. 

You were surrounded by the torrential swell of unconditional love, fathomless and infinite, so deep that you would drown in it. It was all around you. It would surround your children. And their children. You felt like you were being granted a vision into the future where the love that you had made with these men was the spark for a dynastic blaze. A lamp that would never lose its flame, lighting the path for you and your descendants until the end of time. Love, love, and nothing more. 

John clinked his glass, bringing you back down to earth,

“Alright, family meeting. I talked to Sparrow earlier, and I told her that I refused the paternity test.”

There were looks between your boys, and they shifted their weight a bit, ready for Price to continue. He cleared his throat,

“I want to take financial custody, regardless of biology.”

“Dibs on next,” Gaz interrupted, stuffing his mouth with a dripping, butter-filled roll. 

“Third –” Ghost and Soap said at the same time. 

“I don’t need your financial help,” you spoke up, raising your hands to silence their bickering, “I went into this knowing I would be a single mom. That was the original plan. I didn’t know I’d end up in love with four men. I didn’t even know that was a thing that could happen to a person. But, I’m glad it did. I can afford this on my own.”

“I know you can,” John said, “But, I also know that we all want the best for him.”

“Her.”

“Them.”

John narrowed his eyes like a disgruntled teacher silencing a class,

“Them. We want what’s best for them. And I want to do more than pay. I want to be there. The footie games, the dance recitals. Parent night. I’m there. I’ve added you onto all of my accounts. Cards should be in the mail.”

There was a short silence. You could see the gears turning in everyone’s minds at the same time. Finally, Simon looked at Price and took his hand, holding it like he was giving him a promise, 

“I refuse the test.”

“Me, too,” Gaz smiled at you, reaching over to place a big, warm hand across your belly. 

They all looked at Johnny, watching him squirm in his seat, the peer pressure sinking into his bones. Soap was taking a long time to chew his bite of roast, sitting back, staring at his now-empty plate. He looked over at you, swallowed, and took a long breath. As the air filled his lungs, his broad chest expanded, and then he let it out, letting the breath hiss through his nose before he said,

“I willnae take the test either, bonnie. Tha’ bairn’s mine, and I’ll give you another the moment you ask me for it.”

............to finish this story, please read on AO3. There are essential tags there that I do not feel comfortable including on tumblr. I apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you for respecting my decision.

[superiorsturgeon]

Jaune Used Recover!

Cinder: You AGAIN?!?! Fine! Enjoy watching your loser boyfriend get spit-roasted!

Cinder: *throws a burning spear*

Jaune: Ungh!! *gets stabbed through the gut*

Pyrrha: *steps past Jaune to get at Cinder without even looking* 😠

Cinder: …uh…you’re not even going to look…? Your boyfriend is impaled over there…? 🤨

Pyrrha: Oh, Jaune’s fine! I don’t need to worry!

Jaune: Yeah, I’m good! Go get her, babe! ��

Cinder: There is a SPEAR in his GUTS!!!

Pyrrha: Oh, I see the confusion! After you and I fought back at Beacon tower, Jaune made me promise never to send him away from a dangerous fight ever again! But I just couldn’t stop worrying about him! I just love him so much…! *pinches Jaune’s cheek*

Jaune: *slowly drawing the spear out of his abdomen* Aw…! Love you too, Pyr…! 🥰

Jaune: …MAN this thing stings… 😖

Pyrrha: …so we trained Jaune’s semblance and aura until I didn’t have to worry about him getting hurt in battle, because he can heal so quickly!

Pyrrha: *gestures to Jaune’s middle as his gaping spear wound heals in a flash of white* See? Good as new!

Jaune: *holds up his shirt to show his undamaged tummy* Now that I’ve leveled up, my hp recovers faster than I take damage! 😁

Cinder: Oh, this is some BULLshit! 🤬

[scarleart]

₊˚ ━☆* just thinking about hung!mean!eddie being sooo mocking while he’s literally fucking the shit out of you. the huge pout on your swollen lips would be copied by eddie. eddie undoubtedly chuckling every chance he gets when he sees you get agitated by his demeaning actions. and it doesn’t help the fact that he’s so fucking big. so you have no choice but to whine and murmur incoherent nonsense while he’s pounding into your aching cunt with harsh thrusts. you’re so full, and it just feels like he’s just going deeper and deeper each passing second, and ed’s is soo mean about it. beautiful grin alight on his face, eyebrows scrunching together in faux sympathy as he watched you struggle to take him.

“ed—eddie, ungh-“ your breathy whimpers were broken, you were so close to not falling off the edge but completely getting crashed into it. his huge cock just tearing you apart so deliciously.

eddie would lowly giggle, his hands momentarily coming up to push his tangled bangs away from his eyes. he can’t help himself but to smirk widely at your scrunched up face. god you were going to be the death of him.

“yeah, that good baby? is it too much for you?” he pouts before breaking into a chuckle, lifting your legs up until they were up against your chest. hearing your surprised mewls at the new angle that just exposed you to feeling him in parts you never knew were possible. your chest was rising and falling erratically, your pretty, pink parted lips so shiny from your involuntary drooling. watering eyes fluttering, just struggling to stay open. safe to say you were the definition of a beautiful, beautiful mess.

“god, you’re so fucking cute baby. look at you goin’ all dumb on my cock, so perfect fuckin’ perfect” the hung bastard was a mean little shit but boy does he love to just shower you in praises while literally breaking you in half at the same time.

“eddie, you’re s-so big. i can’t-“

“nuh uh, you can and you will take it. mhm, thaaat’s right, make a mess of yourself sweetie, give it to me”

[gothic-thoughts]

Heartbeat

(Zoro he don't mean nothing to me baby, I promise)

Sanji Vinsmoke x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Pirate!Reader

CW: Reader's fed up wit Sanji's flirty self, Reader's on top, she/her pronouns, afab parts mentioned, hate fucking, riding, edging, vulgar words(he's a whore🙄), damn near porn w/o plot

Word Count: 1070 (give or take)

"Heh, s-so territorial. Ungh, sugar~"

Sanji let out shallow pants as I slowly lift myself up and down his sensitive shaft. He slowly bucked his hips up against my pelvis, desperately looking for more friction, earning another harsh slap to his thigh. The blonde Frenchman tugged at the ties that kept his wrists connected to the wooden poles of his headboard. 

"Knew I’d probably get a rise out of you but, ngh, didn't think you'd go this far."

"Shut up." I groan, clenching around him, "You know what you did."

"Yeah, I do, so you can...ngh, st-stop now."

"Do you?" I stop moving, "Has it finally sunken into that thick skull of yours?"

He pants heavily before chuckling "You're mad at me because I'm too charming. But isn't that why you--shiiit."

I clench around him, "You know what you did."

My arousal dripped down his sensitive shaft as I bounced on it with soft moans in his ear. His hips bucked as he struggled and panted, trying to keep it together but soft moans still came out anyway. I abruptly stop bouncing and look at his blissed-out face, as he starts gasping again.

"(Y/n), s'il vous plaît. Just..." Sanji gulps, "Just let me c-cum, please. I'm fucking begging you." 

"And I'm not fucking listening. I told you not to hang out with her again."

"She asked me to help her move something! Y-you can't be completely mad!"

"I am. You think I don't know how often you hang out with Nami's sister?"

"And nothing happens but harmless flirting, baby. Nothin' serious."

"Nigga, I don't want you flirting at all. I told you I don't like that shit."

I purposely squeeze around his incredibly hard cock making his head hang forward as another moan falls from his wet lips. He looked up at me with a dizzy smile and giggles, so I cupped his chin and focused his gaze on mine.

"Somethin' funny?"

"Oh, nothing~"

"We can go at this for another 20 minutes if you want."

He chuckles darkly, "You...you little minx."

"Then what's funny?"

"You just look so pretty when you're mad, t's making me so fucking hard."

"And yo ass gon stay hard. I’m not letting you cum and if you do, not inside."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening. "What? No, no, no baby."

"I said what I said."

"You don't mean that, y-you like it too much."

"Try me." I growl.

"I apologized like a hundred times already, mon amour!"

"No, actually, you teased me about being jealous and tried to get free this whole time."

“Ugh, you little...." He trails off into an evil giggle, "This won't hold me forever.”

"Sure it will. And even if it can't, it's gon hold you long enough until you're so drained, you can't get me back."

"Eventually I'm gonna lose it, sugar girl; just you wait. You can take me for now but when it’s my turn, you're gonna get it, femme."

I lean into his face, squinting. "Is that so?"

"I’ll fuck you senseless and turn you into a sobbing mess. Both you and this perfect fucking--oh fuck, unngh~"

I grind down on him, smirking when Sanji's hips stutter. I grab his shoulders, position my legs into a crouching position, and plunge, hearing moans fall from his pretty, swollen lips as he tries to finish his sentence. The chef's back arches, hand gripping the headboard.

“Merde, ngh mon dieu. Keep going, don't you f-uckin' st--mm~!”

"That feels good, blondie?"

"Hah, yes baby. Just let me cum, douceur (sweetness), please. I'm getting close, I can't anymore."

Sanji tugs on restraints while his thighs shook and tensed under me. His hips bucked up into me as I slammed myself on him, making us both moan out and toss our heads back. I try to bounce harder but once I notice he's enjoying it too much, I stop my hips, panting just as hard as he was.

"N-no." His panting fades into an evil chuckle, "Non, je ne pense pas. (no, I don't think so)."

"Oh m'god, S'nji~"

He tugs hard on the restraints, ripping his hands free and breaking the small wooden poles in the headboard. I gasp as he sits up, flipping me to my back as he pins my wrists above my head and thrusts at a fast and hard rhythm. He grips my ass and pulls me into him, coaxing himself deeper into my squeezing pussy, dipping his face into my neck, sucking hickeys and bites marks into it. I gasp and moan in his ear at the sudden rough pace as he completely takes over.

"You're not going anywhere." He pants, essentially growling desperately into my neck, "Feels so fuckin' good."

"B-baby, chill, mmh my god!"

"Pas encore (not yet). I didn't get you back for that little, half-hour tantrum you made me sit through."

"M-maybe if you stop eye-fucking Nami's sister, w-wouldn't have a f'ckin' attittude."

"You act like I'd fuck her. You know I can't help but compliment a beautiful woman, doesn't mean I'm not with most beautiful one dans le monde (in the world)."

"J-jus....deeper~"

He chuckles, "Sorry but you're gonna have to beg me now. What's my name, mon cherie?" 

"Deeper, baby, please~!"

"That's not it."

"Sanji!"

"Encore une fois. One more time, and I'll give you what you want."

"G'deeper, please, I'm so close."

"I said--"

"Fine, maybe I sh-should I jus' flirt wit Zoro...."

His hips stutter at my words and I instantly regret them as he puts my legs over his shoulders, grip my wrists tighter as he starts pounding into me, now fueled by rage. His hips speed up slapping against mine with every thrust, the amount of force making the bed clash against the wall.

"You think you're funny? Huh? I may be a flirt but that moss-headed brute is where I draw the fucking line."

Each drag of his cock in and out of my insides makes my eyes roll back into my skull, the wet squelching echoing in the room getting louder as I cum hard. I grip the sheets, my eyes roll back and my legs tremble near his ears while my pussy spasms around him. He groans, slowing down only to draw away his orgasm before speeding up again.

"Who you cumming for, huh? Is it mosshead, cuz I don't think so. Tell me who's driving you insane."

I couldn't even respond with the way he was drilling into me with every word. He knew I couldn't do anything but gasp and groan when he reached deep and drags along my spot. I feel my juices roll down my ass and make the sound of his hefty balls quickly slapping on me louder.

"Speak, sugar; talk to me. Tell me who's making a mess outta you."

"Y-you, you; you baby, you are~! Don't stop, f-uck!"

“Mmh, b-baby~ You think I want her like this? She may be pretty but you know my cock only goes inside you. You're the only one that can take me so easily, sweet girl."

"B-baby, I can't!"

"S-sure...you...can, ngh. Now forgive me, dammit."

"I f'give you, I forgive you! I'm s'rry!"

"G-good. So....cum....again..."

I scratch at the blankets and yell his name making the grip on my waist tighten as he moans my name into the lip he was biting. I run my fingers through his hair and he can't help but let out a softer moan, his forehead coming down to rest on my collarbone as he practically melts at the affection.

His pace stuttered but he continued to massage himself with my tight walls while grasping at my hips desperately. Sanji suddenly pulled them to his pelvis with a moan as thick cum sprayed insides while I squeeze around him. We were both panting, words caught in our throats as he slowly pulls out with a tired smile. His body gives out and collapses onto mine with soft pants and broken breaths.

"Are we...done n-now?"

"No more flirting."

"I don't know....if this is how you act, I have to think about it."