#you can look at my bulge if it pleases you

[aikuwrld]

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy with need.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swear had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

[littelovelunette]

reader begging sevika to put a baby in them...

Shimmer And Silence G!P

Contains smut, breeding, biting, nipple play, impregnation, mentions of drug and addiction, blowjob

Sevika has always been hard headed and never gave into your desires too quickly but she never understood if it was for the best or not.

Shimmer often made her cranky and violent from time to time and being her wife, you didn't like that she made herself get high on the drug so damn often due to her loyalty and work for Silco.

It hurt, because despite wanting to settle down badly you could barely even imagine bringing the topic up to her because what if she didn't approve of your needs and had a Shimmer crashout.

Sighing to yourself, you made the bed as usual and got to doing the chores. You were used to your housewife routine by now.

You'd work at home and ensure she had a clean and cozy place to come back and rest, by the time she's done fighting for Zaun for the day.

You'd approach the topic again today and try to get her to understand that you wanted to settle down.

It had been 5 years you both were married together after all and in all honesty, whether Zaun got free or not life wouldn't pause so you both could settle and find happiness within the battles.

You finished all your work and took a shower, it was evening by then. Sevika was probably gambling after work, she'd be back soon. Maybe drunk, maybe not.

You put on one of your lacy white panties and the matching bra you bought along with it, slipping on one oversized t-shirt over the underwear, you didn't feel like wearing anything else for now.

The door opened and Sevika walked inside, “I'm home,” she called lazily, she didn't go to Last Drop which was a little strange.

Maybe she was just tired.

“Hi, baby,” you smiled and helped her take her poncho off, she walked to the bedroom after giving you a brief kiss, getting out of her clothes.

She laid down and you went over to her, sitting down beside her, “Baby, there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Sevika gave you a little nod to acknowledge your words and gesture that she was listening.

“I think we should start trying for kids.”

The silence sunk in the air around both of you. “Did you just say what I think you just said? Or am I mishearing things already?” Sevika asked, her tone a little condescending.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and responded, “I just feel that if we don't, y'know, I'm not getting any younger… I might not be able to even have children. We don't know what the future holds for us,” you placed one hand over her bigger one, rubbing your thumb over the calloused skin, “The battle won't pause so we can have children, please, this is the one thing I really want.”

Sevika stared at you for a while before sighing, shaking her head. “I don't think this is a good idea.”

Exasperated, you shifted so you were now on her lap, “Baby, please,” you said, cupping her face in both your hands as you sighed a little feeling her bulge against your clothed heat.

“You're a tease, y'know that?” Sevika slapped your ass, grabbing the lump of flesh and squeezing, “Fine, I'll give it some thought.”

“No, you always say that and then your mind changes,” you moved a little so her growing bulge could rub against the soaked spot on your panties.

“Just say it, you get off on the thought of me breeding you,” Sevika whispered in your ear, instantly catching you off guard. She grabbed you by your frame and shoved you down on the bed.

“Look, you even dressed up all pretty tonight,” Sevika smirked, raising the hem of the shirt to check out the underwear you had on.

“I just, I thought maybe there'd be a possibility,” you said, face growing hotter with the second.

Sevika tsked, “Bullshit, I bet you're so wet by the thought of me filling you up, filthy little whore having semen dripping from your holes because you can't even hold all of my load inside.”

Sevika's rough, thick fingers rubbed over your pussy, as if readying it for her massive cock. She pulled her pants down just enough for her cock to slap up against her stomach, precum dripping from the tip of her impressively massive shaft.

“Oh my…” you couldn't help reaching forward and grabbing her shaft carefully in your hands.

Sevika placed a hand over her hip, the mechanical arm holding you in place as you started sucking on the tip of her cock.

“Want me to suck you off?” You asked, looking up at her with those pretty puppy eyes and she nodded, guiding your head as you deepthroated her cock with years of experience.

Sevika gasped, fingers entangling themselves in your hair as you sucked her harder. You had to hold on to each side of her muscular thighs to steady yourself as you bobbed your head, the head of her cock slamming into the back of your throat every now and then making you gag and saliva messily ran down your chin giving you a further lewd expression.

Sevika, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She used your head roughly to get herself off, shooting ropes of cum in your throat, forcing you to swallow it down.

Sevika smirked down at you as you pulled back, catching your breath from the ordeal and then she gestured to you to get on the bed. As you laid down, she undressed you, taking your shirt off, unhooking your bra and lastly pulling your panties down your legs. Sevika was being extra slow just for the sole reason of riling you up and getting you even more wet.

“Sevika, please, put a baby in me,” you began, “I need you to impregnate me, please, I need it.”

“Mhm? Do you need it?” Sevika mocked cock already aligning against your hole and going in with a single thrust.

Your eyes rolled back as she bottomed out and pulled right back out before slamming it back in, hitting that on sweet spot that back you scratch on her back and bite her shoulder.

Sevika loved it when you bit her shoulder like that, it made you wilder and she loved rough sex. Sevika started slamming her huge shaft into you, grunting from the strain of her muscles every now and then, “Gonna fill you up, gonna fill you up to the brim,” she mumbled under her breath, the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall and you were sure the neighbours would likely come down with a noise complaint.

You buried the thought down, crying as Sevika bit your nipple, pulling it with her teeth, “C-C-cumming!” You stuttered and a gush of liquid went over her length, making her eyes close in bliss but she didn't stop there.

She continued ramming into your pussy, her dick throbbing, “Gonna fill you up, take it, slut.” You gasped as you felt the warm semen fill you up, moaning loudly, legs and hands falling back onto the mattress.

You were gonna be a mother soon.

[starzify]

ready — sam winchester

pairing stanford!sam winchester x fem!reader

warnings smut | handjob | sam is inexperienced | dom/sub undertones

SPN MASTERLIST

Sam had been your tutor for months, patiently guiding you through your college coursework. In return, you started tutoring him in something he’d never had the chance to learn—something he’d barely even let himself think about.

It started as a joke, a passing tease about his inexperience, but the way he fumbled for a response—how his ears burned red, how he couldn’t meet your eyes—told you the truth. Sam Winchester, all six-foot-something of him, had never been touched. Never felt a hand trace his skin with intent. Never been taught how to lose himself in someone else’s warmth.

And maybe, just maybe, you were going to be the one to change that.

You look at the time and notice that you only have a couple of minutes before he arrives so you decided to take a quick shower.

In the middle of turning off the water, the sound of a knock hit your ears. You grabbed the white towel and dried your body, quickly moisturizing your skin before hurrying to the door.

Leaving your hair wet, you went to open the door. Standing tall at the door frame was Sam Winchester, a bag over his shoulder and your laptop safely in his grasp.

He finally met your eyes and realized that you were only in a towel as he cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy.”

"Come in, just give me a few seconds to change.” You let him in, allowing him to sit on your bed.

You quickly grabbed some pyjamas and shut the bathroom door, dropping the towel to the floor to change.

When you exited the bathroom, you threw the towel in the hamper beside the door. You found him looking over to the stack of books you’ve chosen for him to read.

"I realized that reading is more of your thing, so I found some really good books I've already read for you to read. Why watch porn when you can just read it?" You go over and pick two steamy ones out and hand them to him.

He turned the book to read the description in the back, when his eyes slightly widened, you knew that you picked out the perfect books.

"Here, I read one and you read the other. Alright?" You took one of the books from his hand, leaving him with your favourite one.

"I think you'd like this one more" You sat on the chair near your desk, opening opening book.

You would often peek up at him to see him turn a page and Sam’s eyes never left the pages once. A cherry-like blush crept its way to his face and his lips opened a little bit before closing it, finally noticing that his mouth was open.

You let him continue reading for another thirty minutes, but you hadn't read a single word since you opened the book. You were too busy watching his innocent eyes read such dirty words.

You shut my book, moving in front of him. You used your index finger to lift his chin and admire his flushed face.

"It's a little hot in here, let me help"

You unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt, showing the silver chain around his neck "Better?"

He sat up a little bit more with a nod, fixing his posture and that's when you slowly glanced down at the hard-on in his slacks.

"My favorite part of the book is.." You run your hand up to his thigh, barely touching the side of his groin.

"When she slowly undresses herself and doesn't let him touch only watch as she touches herself and moans his name" You play with the collar of his shirt before going back to place your hand on his thigh.

"Or when she doesn't touch him until he begs her too" His hands fall to his sides.

"Is that what you want? Do you want me to touch you, Sam? I need you to use your words or I won't know what you want" He gulps, biting his lower lip as your hand only slowly creeps its way close to his covered dick before moving away back to his thigh.

"Y/N…please.. can you touch me?" You almost moan just by the desperation in his voice as you begin to unbuckle his belt, running your hand over his bulge before taking him out of his slacks.

You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of his cock. He was big. So fucking big and perfect. "I-Is this alright?" You switched your eyes to him, almost like he wanted to hide himself away because you had been staring for far too long. 

"It's perfect, so damn perfect" Sam relaxed a little bit but that didn't stop him from blushing harder.

"I wonder, would you like it if I ran my tongue along here?" You use your index finger to run up the base of his dick, letting his mouth fall open with a nod.

"Or if I were to take you all the way down my throat?" You squeeze the head of his dick, making him release a moan that could make anyone wet.

He followed your gaze when your got down on my knees, the strap of your flimsy shirt sliding down your shoulder which caused him to take a peek at your boobs. You pushed out your breasts even more, causing his entire face to go red.

"Do you fantasize about them? How soft they would feel in your hand, massaging them? Or having them wrapped around your dick while I look at you with such innocent eyes until you cum?" You softly asked, stroking him with an occasional twist of your hand.

“Or how good they'd look in your mouth?" You wanted... no. You needed to touch yourself but this was about him.

"Oh my.." You watched his chest heave up and down, your nipples pushed against the fabric of your thin shirt.

"I bet you would love to feel my lips around you, sucking and letting my tongue tease over your tip. The feeling of coming over my tits or deep down my throat, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, love?" He quickly nods his head and you don't think he's realized he's admitted to it.

“You're so hard, Sam. You’re doing so good for me right now.” his hips bucked up, his muscles bulging in his shirt which allowed you to make a mental note that he likes to be praised.

“Y/N... I'm— I-I.. oh please keep going" His words became a complete mess as he grew closer, throbbing in your hand.

"Cum for me, Sam. Let me make you feel good." You sped up the pace of your hand, making sure to run my thumb over the tip before using his pre-cum as lubricant to squeeze the base of him.

Sam bit down on his lip but you tapped on his thigh to make him stop his actions. "I want to hear you, baby." he never looked away. Even when you thought he would, he didn't.

With each twist of your hand, you knew only one thing would set him off completely. Almost as if he knew something was coming, your eyes shined with a devious glint.

You placed a peck to the tip of him which set him off, making him bundle your bedsheets with a grip that made his veins nearly pop. You placed another one on the base of his dick, the second kiss making him lean his head back on his shoulders and his thighs tense on both sides of you.

You were pressing your thighs together painfully to where your knees dug into the wooden floor, watching him unravel in your hand.

The pain was worth the sight.

His shaggy bangs were now slightly wet due to sweat, sticking to his forehead. The v-neck of his shirt further showed a few sweat droplets running down his chest that you so wanted to see.

When he finally calmed down, he stayed silent. You got up from the floor and wiped your hand with napkin and disposed of it in the trash can before going over to him and leaning towards his ear.

"Maybe next time, I'll let you fuck my mouth" You pressed your lips a little below his ear, feeling his hands clutch the sheets again.

“I-I can't handle it when you say things like that" he admitted as you fixed his shirt for him.

"Why do you think I say them?" Your faces were close. One more inch closer and your lips would have touched.

"Because I know how hard it makes you" You let him fix himself and his pants. You pick up the books that had fallen to the floor.

"Take them with you" you give him both books. "I can't help but notice that you've taken a liking to read dirty literature" He places the books in his bag.

You walk over to the door to open it for him before stopping and peering up at him.

"Think of me when you try to study." You step up to his height a little bit and kiss his cheek.

tags: @ultravi0lence14 @titsout4jackles @bluemerakis @whisperingdaze @deanangel @beausling @deanswidow @figthoughts @dulcescorderitas @florchids @sunsbaby @sunsettsam @deansbeer @soldiersgirl @h8aaz

cassie chats: YUMMY IN MY TUMMY

[luvvums]

"But i've been so good!" - Sub!Daeho x Fem!Reader

[ MINORS NO!!! PLS!!! ]

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Sumn: Daeho loved making bets for fun but what happens when he finally loses and isn't able to touch himself while you're out?

(Basically whiny Daeho/calling reader mistress. He's so cute.. this idea has been stuck in my head foreverrr (an hour) idk if this is a drabble or one shot I have yet to research the differences!)

• Under 1k words // Not proofread •

(TYSM FOR 40 NOTES ON MY FIRST POST <33)

Nsfw below the cut <3

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• Dae-ho who had been so good for you, patiently waiting for you to come back from work.

• Dae-ho who was struggling after losing a bet he thought he'd win, where the consequences unfortunately included not being able to touch himself all day

• Dae-ho who suddenly felt like your 4 hour, part-time shift was way too long.

• Dae-ho who had to hype himself up, convincing himself the bet was "no biggieee." But the second he heard the door knob jingle, he felt his cock throb painfully.

The second you walked through the door, he was there in front of you on his knees, the bulge in his pants clearly apparent. "M-missed you sweetheart." The tremors in his voice were not missed by you, which made you smile. He waited until you came to him so he could hug your legs, his breathing shaky. "I.. missed you a ton, love.."

"M'yeah?" You whispered, petting his head, letting your fingers run through his long black hair. The subtle feeling of his crotch grinding against your leg wasn't missed either. "Did you really miss me that much?" Daeho whimpered as he rubbed his crotch against your leg, already panting, his face turning a gentle shade of pink. "B-baby.. Baby please. I did so good, so can I please-" But a gentle shush from your lips had him quiet down immediately, his lips quivering close.

"Now how would I know you haven't touched yourself hm? If you tried to sneak it while I was gone?" He let out a whiny groan, pressing his head against your stomach before lifting up your shirt to kiss your tummy. "B-but I've been so good! You have to trust me sweetheart! Please.. f-fuck, I need to.. w-wanna love you.." Despite the butterflies forming in your stomach because of his words, you only smiled, enjoying how needy Daeho really could be. "What do you need to call me?"

"Please mistress."

And slowly, you kneeled down to unbuckle his belt, having to hold his hips down so he couldn't buck. He was laser focused on your face, looking at you with nothing but pure admiration and love. Your gentle ministrations, your calm expression, everything you did and how you looked made him fall even more in love with you.

Daeho was so deep in his admiration for you, he felt like the wind was knocked out of him when he felt your hand slide down his cock. He let out a deep groan, searching to grab onto something other than the smooth wood floor of the apartment, but instead latched onto your arm. Precum immediately beaded on his tip, a sign of how pent up he was. He bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to feel more despite you just using your hand as he clenched his stomach from the pleasure.

"Need more.. need you mistress." "How badly do you want it?" You whispered, your voice lulling him into a desire-filled frenzy. "T-till I can't t-take it." And that's what was given to him. When your mouth wrapped around his cock and he felt the licks against his shaft, he was so embarrassed to admit he was fighting back from cumming. And so early too. Daeho's cock twitched as he ran his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging, but clearly trying to be gentle. But when he felt you sneak one of your hands to gently squeeze and massage his balls, he let out a whimper as he teared up.

"M-m'gonna cum.. gonna cum mistress.. a-ahhn.." You let out a gentle him as you sucked him off, the vibrations making him buck. You deep throated him, letting your nose bury itself against his well kept hairs before pulling back only to come back down to deep throat him again.

With a groan, he held your hand as you sucked him off, letting him cum deep in your throat. "I-im yours..! I'm your good boy!!" He whined, his thighs tensing and shaking as he struggled to sit still. His cum hit the back of your throat in thick warm ropes, which was immediately swallowed. After pulling away, Dae-ho was taking deep breaths to relax, his face beet red. After wiping your mouth, you smiled and looked at him.

"Let's get in the shower, and then in bed, yeah? It'll feel more comfortable than the floor."

"A-alright..~"

"..."

"Did I do good for you today, miss?" His tired voice rang out in a gentle whisper.

"You were perfect, Dae~"

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(OKAYY I HOPEE THIS WAS OKAY LMAO IVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT AND POSTED IT B4)

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

HEAR ME OUTTTTT:

Mc who has no fear (Mc calling Barbatos cute).

I need to see his and the other's eaction PUHLEASEEEEEEEEE

You can do this however you like!! (Just please include the part of where mc calls Barbatos cute and the other's reactionnnnnnnn)

I'm hearing you out! Loud and clear! >:)))

Enjoy!

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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The grand dining hall in the Demon Lord’s Castle, where tea time is in full swing. The atmosphere is unusually calm...

Diavolo: cheerfully pouring tea into everyone's cups Ah, tea time! It’s always so nice to gather like this and just enjoy some peace.

Lucifer: grumbling, trying to maintain his composure I can think of better ways to spend my time, but of course, Diavolo insisted so I had no choice...

Mammon: eyeing the teapot suspiciously It's a bit too proper for my taste. Where's the beer?

Leviathan: mumbling, eyes glued to his phone Seriously, I can’t even play my game with all this “classy” nonsense happening... Ughhh I just wanna dig myself a hole and die in it!!!!! This is sooo awkwaarddddd

Asmodeus: beaming Oh, but look at Barbatos! His tea setup is always sooo perfect. He makes it look effortless, like everything he touches turns to gold. glances over at Barbatos with a fond smile

Barbatos: gracefully pouring tea for everyone, a quiet, unshakable calm radiating from him It’s always a pleasure to serve.

MC: sips their tea, looking at Barbatos with an amused expression You know, Barbatos... you’re kinda cute.

Barbatos: mid-pour, freezes for a split second, eyes widening slightly …Pardon?

Lucifer: immediately chokes on his tea, sputtering

Mammon: slams his hands on the table WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!

Leviathan: eyes bulging DID YOU JUST CALL BARBATOS CUTE?!

Asmodeus: leaning forward, eyes gleaming Oh my... MC. You did not. You actually did!! This is soo juicyy~

Satan: staring in disbelief That... is not something I thought I’d ever hear in my lifetime.

Beelzebub: pauses mid-bite, blinking What did I just hear?

Belphegor: raises an eyebrow, half-awake Did I hear that right? MC just called Barbatos cute?

Diavolo: laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach This is absolutely priceless. I don’t think anyone has ever dared to call Barbatos cute!

Barbatos: composes himself, smiling as always, but there’s a small hint of confusion in his eyes Well… that is certainly a new way to describe me. his voice softens a little I’m flattered, I suppose.

MC: grinning, clearly unfazed What? You’ve got this whole “too perfect” thing going on. Calm, polite, always in control… It’s honestly kind of adorable.

Lucifer: facepalming MC, please. You can’t just say things like that.

Mammon: panicking Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Do you even know what he can do to you? He could destroy you with a thought!

Leviathan: clutching his phone, wide-eyed Dude. You just signed your own death certificate. You called Barbatos cute. He probably already knows at least fifty ways to make you regret that.

Asmodeus: laughing so hard he almost spills his tea I can’t breathe, this is amazing. I’m living for this moment right now.

Satan: smirking I think this might be the first time anyone has ever thrown Barbatos off his game.

Beelzebub: still eating So… do they get a free pass for calling Barbatos cute, or is that a one-way ticket to the afterlife?

Belphegor: grinning I’m pretty sure MC just gave Barbatos a mini heart attack.

Diavolo: wiping a tear from his eye from laughing This is honestly the best thing I’ve heard all week. I never thought I’d hear that.

Barbatos: gently places his cup down, eyes softening, though his voice remains calm I see. Well, I suppose I can take that as a compliment, then. pauses, then adds with a slightly teasing smile You certainly are bold, MC.

MC: leaning back, completely unfazed You should know by now, Barbatos. I’ve got a lot of charm.

Lucifer: rubbing his temples Oh no, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mammon: still flailing Does anyone else think that Barbatos is gonna get revenge for this? Like, in fifty different ways?!

Leviathan: whispering I swear, this could be the start of something dangerous...

MC: grinning widely Let’s see if he’s cute enough to let me live, huh?

Barbatos: smiling, though there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and see. gives them a wink But I do appreciate your boldness, MC.

Diavolo: laughing, wiping his eyes You really do keep things interesting around here, MC. I’m actually impressed!

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The End…? (Or maybe just the beginning of MC’s new favorite hobby: calling Barbatos cute and seeing how far they can push it.)

[covenofagatha]

holy fuck Another Kind of Workout is so hot i spontaneously combusted in the middle of my lecture. i genuinely forgot about that brainworm so now it's hitting me with full force all over again.... god

as a reward for that (holy shit holy shit) and your other recent posts (you've been hard at work dear please rest I'm a little concerned at how fast you write sometimes), in line with what you've replied to me, here's a brainworm inspired by my chat with my art friend:

dom!mommy!reader and sub!desperate!g!p agatha, ft. nudism, exhibitionism, praise, dryhumping, kind of dumbification, defiling of a paintbrush i guess, rio mention i miss my wife tails

teasing agatha at a nude art class. you hold lessons there, and this time you're holding one with a nude subject - you.

you edged her twice this morning before rushing her off to your art class, and she'd followed behind, all desperate and needy.

you don't tell her, and she realises only when you start stripping that she and many others are meant to sketch your naked body. at least you're keeping your panties on. she's flaring with jealousy and possessiveness, not liking how the other students ogle you, not realizing that most of them are too busy getting irritated at the way you keep fidgeting just to tease her.

its when she trails her eyes down that her cock grows embarrassingly hard, because your body is littered with marks. hickey after hickey across your tits, your neck, soft scars from where she'd scratched your neck with her nails while you rode her, and it's like she's reliving every single experience. you can see it in her eyes, in the way she shuffles to put the palette over the throbbing bulge in her pants.

you strike poses - everyone else heeding you no mind, but agatha knows. agatha knows the positions you're taking *very* well. getting more and more desperate with every one, she squeezes her eyes shut, but you laying on your back, back arched, is exactly the image that comes up in her mind. except it's on your shared bed, and she's pounding you relentlessly, while you praise how she fills you up, how she's "such a good girl for mommy", and she's almost certain now that her boxers are ruined.

she curses under her breath when she accidentally rolls her hips against the stool and the tip of her cock brushes against the material. fuck, it feels good. it's not enough, but with how hooded your gaze is, and the ghost of your words from last night echoing in her ears, she's almost already on the edge. you tease her a little more with each pose, eyes always fixed on her, and with the final pose you part your legs in her direction, and she alone sees the way your underwear is positively drenched. it's not her fault, truly, and she strains her clothed bulge against the stool, willing it for just a little more friction.

you watch her carefully. she's blocked by the large canvas for the most part, but if you turn the right angle you can see her palm her dick desperately through her jeans, her eyes practically fucking you already. you motion with your head to her easel carrying a definitely blank canvas, urging her to pick up her brush, and raise an eyebrow when she shakes her head furiously.

your eyes narrow in warning at her, and its perfect timing when your alarm rings to signal that class is over. you hum goodbyes to your friends-slash-students, them sending knowing looks in agatha's direction. you move wordlessly over to her, tutting disapprovingly at her flushed face and blank canvas. she whines softly at your proximity, and you press a chaste kiss at her neck that she shivers at.

slotting yourself behind her, you lean over her, your pebbles tits brushing into her back and she squirms again. "i thought you were gonna be good for me, baby," you huff gently, the puff of breath making her eyes flit down at the wet spot that's seen through her pants. "couldn't draw anything, darling? couldn't even cum on your own, could you? my dumb little girl. need mommy to help you for everything, don't you?" you say, reaching over to pick her paintbrush from between her trembling fingers, from the hands that are gripping the front of the stool so tightly her knuckles have gone white.

the proximity drives her insane, and she whimpers out loud when you cup her cock, sliding the paintbrush horizontally under it. it forms a little T, and you have to slap a hand over her mouth so the last few people filing out don't hear. the cool touch of the plastic drives her insane, and with your soft coos of "so desperate, baby, let mommy empty the pretty thoughts from your head," and "just move, sweeteheart, feel it roll under your wet cock, you're doing so well for mommy, yeah?"

the thrill lies of course in the fact that to anyone who's looking from the entrance, it looks like you're just guiding her in her brush strokes. but the moment they step to the side, they'd see agatha frantically rocking her hips against the wooden paintbrush, your hands snaking up her sides as you take a dip into yourself and spread your sticky wetness across her body, her head bent as muffled moans and whines of "mommy" erupt from her mouth.

a familiar voice calls you, and you look up, nipping at her neck gently in apology, before patting her shoulder and dusting yourself off. you tell her to keep going, her eyes widening because if rio vidal sees her in this state, she'll never live it down. but at the end of the day, she's your dumb, obedient girl, and she obliges.

rio shows you her sketches of you, and you sing her praises just to rile agatha up even more. the turning point is when, in the midst of clearing up after looking at Rio's work, you bend over, and agatha gets a first hand view of your dripping cunt.

Rio's only taken a few steps away from you when she hears a loud keen, then a loud, wet splat of agatha finally painting her canvas. she snorts in amusement, and you wink at her before turning back to deal with your silly doll, who was most definitely not supposed to cum without your permission. she looks at you with the glassiest eyes, and you know you're in for a treat.

i hope you enjoyed this lol it's filled my mind all day, and now i will go home and stuff a finger or two in me when i re read the workout fic again. god i love your mind and your writing so much. it's been very nice chatting with you (and i will continue as long as you let me) but I'm always happy to return to my roots as a perpetual horndog. as always though, please don't feel obliged to write this as a request and do take care 💜

-lots of love, worm anon

I am SO glad you liked because god I haven't been able to stop thinking about that brainworm since you sent it

Sometimes the mania just hits and my brain is like writewritewrite but eventually it chills out and I take a few days off but I am taking care of myself thank you for the concern 💜

I VERY much enjoyed this (and I really do need to work on more agathario x reader there's just too much in my mind but I will get to them I promise) I am OBSESSED with Agatha cumming on the canvas and now I'm thinking about her turning that in with her stains/smell still on it and then reader getting all desperate and touching herself because they are both perverts and I stand by that

I LOVE your mind too and I also really enjoy chatting with you and I hope you have a great rest of the day/night (timezones are hard)

[ghostgirl-22]

If you saw me post this and accidentally delete the ask and everything, no you didn’t 😭

But yeah anon. Patrick would do anything for him.  Make a mess of him before his first hook up with the prettiest girl in school. Just because he feels like it, just because he can. Because Art’s his best friend. His.  

He’s an amazing friend.

CW: 18+ NSFW 

——-

“Is it okay?” Art asks. He’s dressed up so nice in one of Patrick’s smaller sweaters, its cloudy blue like his eyes. He’s got on fitted black jeans, and a brown leather jacket. He looks so good, smells so good, like black cherry and tobacco, this expensive cologne that he only wears when he thinks he might get laid. 

He’s visibly nervous. Chewing incessantly on spearmint gum. Always nervous about his first time with a new girl. Patrick doesn’t know why, if he was a pretty girl he’d be wet the moment Art turned that shy little smile in his direction. He doesn’t need to dress up, pretty boy. He got Kennedy Sawyer’s attention in sweatpants and a t-shirt while he was arguing with Patrick over final fantasy play styles at breakfast.

But that’s not important. What’s important is Patrick just wants to help. Art is his best friend after all. He sits up on his bed, dropping his game controller. “Come ‘ere,” he says. Art checks his hair in the mirror for the third time and then approaches Patrick, eyes dilated, nerves making him run his sweaty palms awkwardly over his jeans.  That’s when it catches Patrick’s eye. He teases his finger tips up Art’s thighs up to the bulge along his hip, it’s not obvious but Patrick knows him so well, knows how he tries to hide it, but Patrick can tell that he’s hard. “I can’t calm down,” Art admits quietly. 

“You wanna know my secret?” Patrick asks, gripping at either side of his unzipped jacket and pulling him closer. “Like how I stay cool when I’m out with a beautiful girl?” 

Art looks hopeful that Patrick’s about to tell him the secret to life. “How?” 

Patrick tugs Art a little bit closer so he’s got a leg on either side of one of Patrick’s thighs. “I like to rub one out first…  just to help my nerves.”

“I um—really?” Art studies him, trying to decide whether Patrick means it or if he's full of shit. “No fucking way,” he decides, followed by that stupid pretty smile of his, the one that makes Patrick want to get on his knees. 

“I’m so serious,” that smile is contagious even when Arts annoyed. Patrick keeps his grip on Art’s jacket to hold him in place. “It helps, I promise. Especially if she’s really pretty, like Kennedy is. Plus it helps so I don’t finish too fast when we…” he looks up at Art's pretty blue eyes, letting him fill in the blank.

He’s chewing again. Anxious. He definitely has that “too fast” issue. He gets so excited. Patrick still touches himself remembering the night Art asked him, red faced and shy to please show him how to French kiss. Not even two minutes with Patrick’s tongue in his mouth and he’d already cum in his pants and got so embarrassed he nearly cried. Doesn’t even get how gorgeous he is. 

Oh. Patrick just wants to help him. Wants to help him so bad. He’s his best friend after all. Patrick can just imagine Art, soft and sweet and so gentle with her. Fucking into her, losing it too fast and promising he can do it again. Tears of shame in his eyes. God, Patrick kinda wants to be her. 

“I guess I should…” Art says quietly, bringing Patrick back from his thoughts. His expression thoughtful, his tongue, eager as he plays with his gum in his mouth. 

“I mean… what could it hurt?” Patrick shrugs, grabbing at Arts belt buckle.

“Um…” Art blinks, confused. He’s so smart but stupid about some things. He gets with the program fast enough, once Patrick’s got his hands on him. God, he’s hard. So fucking hard he’s already leaking into his boxers, can’t calm down. Let’s Patrick pull him onto his lap as his breathing picks up. “Patrick, no, it’s late. ‘m gonna be late,” he sounds a little panicky, but he’s gripping at Patrick’s biceps as they both look down at his lap, Patrick’s hand working inside his boxers. 

“No, it’s okay, I promise,” Patrick whispers. Not sure what he’s promising, he’s already lost the plot. Art smells so good. Patrick always wonders if he tastes as good as he smells in this cologne. He licks a stripe up the side of his throat, kisses his way up to Art's lips. Petal soft and minty, Art opens up right away. His mouth heated and… oh so wet. He scoots closer, his neatly ironed shirt getting wrinkled because he’s pressed up against Patrick’s body. His fingers tangled in Patrick’s hair. The kiss getting sloppier, sticky gum sliding back and forth between them. He’s chaos. So good at keeping it all in until he can’t. 

If Patrick wasn’t hard from the moment Art got back to the room to get ready for his little date he’d be gone by now. Patrick is dizzy, swallowing on Art’s helpless little gasps, the kinda kissing that can make Art come untouched. But Patrick wants to touch him,  bucks his hips up so Art can feel him. It’s not too long before Art is just mouthing him, no technique no nothing, just opened mouth moaning against Patrick’s lips. Patrick’s heart is racing, the blood pounding in his ears. He’s on the brink. 

“Tell me what you wanna do to her?” Patrick mutters hot, against his lips, hand gripping tighter, moving faster. You’ve been so patient for two months. So good… I bet you can’t wait to fuck into her wet dripping cunt…”  

“God Patrick…I want it so bad,” He whines. “I wanna— wanna fuck— fuck—” 

“Yeah?” Patrick coaxes, as if any of this is coherent.

“God Patrick, Patrick,” it’s all he can manage before spilling it everywhere, heated sticky pearls of white all over that neatly pressed blue shirt and black jeans. The image of it makes Patrick lose it, breathless in his pants. They’re both sitting there, catching their breaths. A soft sheen of sweat visible on Art’s forehead, his skin mildly flushed.

”Fuck,” Art whispers after a minute. “My…my clothes.” 

“Yeah,” Patrick sighs, leaning back on the bed, letting the mess on his palm spread onto his sheets. “Shoulda done it before you got dressed probably…” 

Art takes a deep breath and pushes himself up to his feet, while simultaneously trying to straighten himself out. Patrick watches him, mildly amused. “I have to change… do you um… do you have another shirt?”

”I mean… I think what you were wearing is perfect. God. It really brings out your eyes.”

”Well I can’t wear it now, and I’m already late, god I’m supposed to meet her out front in ten minutes. We’re gonna miss the movie and the next show is not till 8 and we won’t make dinner before curfew and Ms. Henderson will be sitting outside the girls dorm and—” He’s started talking so fast he’s getting pitchy.  

“Hey I got a crazy idea,” Patrick interrupts and Art stares at him, so pathetically frustrated but also covered in jizz. It almost makes Patrick laugh but he stops himself. “This is supposed to be special, right? Why don’t you wait till tomorrow night? You can wash everything and you know… we can do it before you get dressed next time.”

”No we are not doing that again,” Art says determinedly, because he’s so sated and in his right mind.  

“Well you can then,” Patrick shrugs, smirking. 

Art rolls his eyes and goes to pick up his phone from the charger to text her the change of plans. Patrick goes into the bathroom to clean up a bit. 

“I’m gonna be hungry, should we order pizza?” Art calls from the room. 

“Yeah,” Patrick says, smiling to himself in the mirror. “Definitely.” 

[themultifanshipper]

Like what you like

Warnings: smut, FTM!Oscar, oral sex, fingering, feminization, love confessions, quite fluffy tbh

EOC Masterlist

The day Oscar told you about it, was the weirdest day of your life. 

Not just because of that, but because only a few minutes before that, you and Oscar had just admitted that you were in love with each other. 

Oscar was nervous to tell you that he loved you because he didn't know how you would react to… well, his secret. 

You were kissing, high on the adrenaline of just having confessed to each other, when Oscar pushed you off him gently. 

“I have something I need to tell you” he panted, brows furrowed in worry over his next bit of news. 

“You can tell me anything, you know that” you'd tried to reassure him with a smile, but nothing could have prepared you for the next few minutes of conversation. 

“I uhh…” he was avoiding your eyes, laying under you while you straddled his thighs and stroked his waist soothingly. 

“So... I'm trans.”  

You were a bit confused. 

“Trans... as in…" your eyes were narrowed as you put together in your head "trans… man?” 

He giggled breathlessly at that.  

“I'm taking that as a compliment. Yes, trans man.” 

You just stared at him in awe. 

“So you used to be…” 

“Biologically a woman, yes” he finally allowed his eyes to meet yours.  

Your gears were turning in your head. 

“Are we about to fuck?” you asked, and Oscar leaned up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. 

“I sure hope so” he smiled trailing kisses down your neck. 

“Good” you sighed contentedly “then I don't feel rude if I ask… what's the uhh… situation down there?” 

You felt Oscar's lips curl into a smirk against your skin. 

“Why don't you undress me and find out?” he purred, dragging his lips across your collarbone. 

“Jesus, okay” 

You pushed him back down quickly and shuffled backwards until you had room to get his shorts off. 

You dragged them down and gasped loudly at the sight. 

“Oh my- Oh my god, Oscar.”  

“What, they're comfortable!” he whined, covering his face in embarrassment. 

He was wearing a pair of beautifully intricate lace panties.  

And Oscar had only just remembered what coulour they were. 

Pastel pink. With a little bow. 

“Oscar are you planning on killing me? Did you-“ 

You froze with the realisation that he must have chosen to put these on knowing you would see them, given that today was the day he'd planned to tell you he loved you. 

“Oscar, did you put these on for me?” your mouth was incredibly dry as you stared at the little patterns in the lace, noting the noticeable lack of a bulge. 

Oscar had his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment.  

“Yes” he whispered “Sometimes I… I like feeling feminine, I thought you would like them” 

“Oh baby, I love them” you cooed. “So fucking pretty in pink for me…” 

Oscar's breath hitched and you leaned down to trail kisses over the fabric, which was getting wetter by the minute. 

You spread his legs and hooked them over your shoulders, making him whimper. 

“Are you embarrassed Oscar? Being all exposed like this?”  

He nodded, eyes still glued shut. 

“Look at me” you ordered.  

He did, and his pupils were blown wide as he exhaled shakily at the feeling of your teasing fingers running along the crease of his thigh. 

“Are you embarrassed because you are a grown ass man that decided to wear women's underwear to seduce me?” 

He nodded, thighs twitching under your light touches. 

“You're so sensitive. Like a girl” 

Oscar huffed. “I'm not a girl” 

You chuckled and licked a fat stripe over the damp material. 

“You sure about that? You sure taste like a girl” 

Oscar’s thighs were already trembling, and you'd barely touched him. 

Looks like your words were hitting him right in the sweet spot. 

“Shall I take these off and see what's underneath?” 

He nodded with a tiny whimper. 

“Please…” 

His pussy was just as pretty as the rest of him. 

Which you apparently said out loud because he scoffed and tried to close his thighs. 

You quickly spread them and placed yourself between them, eye level with where he was almost dripping. 

Apparently, one of Oscar's favourite things ever was being eaten out, if the loud noises coming out of him were any indication. 

“Oh no, baby don't hide from me” you leaned down to place a teasing kiss right on his sensitive clit. “You're so beautiful...” 

You ran your tongue through his folds, tasting his sweet juices while he writhed, hips bucking every time you made contact with his clit.

He was already close by the time you managed to slide two fingers inside his slick hole. 

Apparently, Oscar's second favourite thing ever was eating out. 

It only took a few more seconds of teasing licks over his clit before he was coming, moaning under you while you fucked him through it with your fingers. 

Because within seconds he had flipped you over and was fucking you with his tongue until he’d repaid the favour. 

Twice. 

The kiss he gave you after was filthy, both of your tastes intoxicating as they mixed. 

“I am so glad I never have to give another blowjob for the rest of my life… that shit is hard” 

Oscar laughed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you closer. 

“Are you sure about that?” he smirked. 

“I… why? Are you planning on getting bottom surgery?”  

“Well… no” he nosed up the side of your neck teasingly.

“But I do have a strap” 

“Oh Mary mother of Christ…” 

[starconstruction]

Ok!! I would love to see something with Choerry!! I can suggest tags I would particularly love, but plot I would have to brainstorm 😅

Tags: Heavy impregnation(!!!!!!!!), belly bulge, squirting&multiple orgasms, deepthroating, nipppleplay/breasfeeding, thighjobs/feet. I saw you like yandere. Maybe some heavy jealousy?

Literally anything you’d like !!

Plot suggestions are here just cause I’d feel bad just asking for a member and you doing all the heavy creative writing (but please do anything you’d like with it if you have an idea you want!!): coworker lip makes choerry jealous, forcing her to make m!reader remember who she belongs to.

Or maybe she tags along with? Anything you desire!! Hope to read it someday!

Thanks

Jealous Loving Partner

Yandere Choerry x Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: Impregnation, multiple orgasms (both people), foot worship, foot job, feet kink, deepthroating, edging, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, riding, nipple sucking.

Crazy first ask, thank you for submitting! I hope it is up to your standards, I only feel a bit of shame.

WC: 2046

not proof read

The monotous clicking of your keyboard resonated through the sterile office, scents of an overabundance of old paper, laying anywhere and everywhere there was space, on the tables, on the floor, in cabinets. The intense workload was stressing you beyond relief. You were one of the only few employees left at this ungodly hour, it paid extraordinary amounts of money, but 80 hour work weeks has their toll on your body.

You sipped on your coffee, the comforting taste of dirt filled your mouth. It was disgusting however it gave you vital energy. Only one more hour and you can finally go home to your loving partner, Choerry. You two had been together for a little over 4 years, she was quite intense. Only a penny drop away at any moment, her messages frequently popped up. She could message you 10-20 times an hour and would get sad if you didn't respond to every single one. But apart from being a bit obsessive she was perfect.

You were engrossed in your work, ignoring the bright bursts of light that radiated from your phone, desperate to finish those projects that haunted you, a gentle hand pressed against your shoulder, distracting you from your goals. It was your coworker, you knew very little about her. Her brown hair laid flush on her shoulder, she was wearing a grey cardigan, shoulders exposed as she looked at your computer.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. Y/N right?" She said, voice quiet as she got your attention.

"Yeah, what do you need?" You replied, pulling away from your desk to give her your full attention.

"I have an issue with my computer, I'm on graveyard shift so I cant call someone else later, you're really my only hope." She looked down at the ground, giving a pleading smile.

"Sure I'll help"

-

What you hoped would be a small few minute job ended up being an entire hour long venture, the computer locked her with violence and aggression. Kim Lip, she said her name was. Her conversation was light as you two sprung words between each other, leaving work to the side as you fought tooth and nail to get this working.

Your shift was over, you being able to finally get out this office for the next few hours. "Alright Kim Lip, I'm out for the night." Slinging your bag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave when she stopped you. "I'll walk with you" she said. Coming behind you as you two left the building.

Your jaw dropped, Choerry was waiting for you outside. Staring daggers into you and Kim Lip, her feet digging into the ground, stomping as she dragged you away from her. "Piss off" she barked, venom spitting out of her words. Kim Lip looked at you in confusion as you got put into the passengers seat of the car.

Choerry opened the driver's seat as she clambered in, the air filled with tension. You watched in fear as she turned on the car. The music cranked all the way up, her face was an unreadable anger. Not sparing you a glance as you two sat in painful silence. You were in for it the second you got home.

--

Choerry pressed you into the wall of your shared bedroom, her body resting against you as she pulled your clothes off, fabric teared as she grabbed your shirt with reckless abandon. Buttons popped out as her hand gripped your chest, squeezing and groping every part of your torso. "Who the fuck was that?!" she growled, her teeth biting into your neck as you gasped in pain. "Are you fucking cheating on me with that whore?!" she continued.

"What? Choerry she's my co-worker." You said, trying to soothe her unrelenting anger. Choerry's biting got even sharper, blood drawing on everywhere her teeth dug into. "I don't fucking believe you!" Her hands playing with your pants as she shoved them down with your underwear in one fell swoop.

Her hand roughly stroked your cock, aggressively going up and down with no care for your pleasure. "Bet you wish it was her? She looked pretty maybe you wish it was her!" Choerry shouted, pumping her hand on your dick. Pained gasps left your mouth as she showed no signs of slowing down. "Choerry I-" She cut you off. "Shut up! You will take what I give!"

Her eyes stared up at you, intense orbs of anger. Her lips brushed against your tip, taking you into her awaiting mouth as she bopped up and down, licking your dick from the tip to the base, her blonde hair fired everywhere as she kept sucking, heavenly sensations shot over your cock, your hands desperately grabbing onto the wall. Fearing what would happen if you dare touched her.

Choerry's lips pressed against your crotch, breathing in your scent as your cock laid jammed in her mouth, drool formulated all over you as it started to overflow, dripping out the corners of her lips, landing on your balls as she held you there, your dick fully wrapped in Choerry's mouth.

She finally pulled away, giving you a second of respite from the luxury of her mouth. Her anger still fully visible, you were in the eye of the storm. Her hands braced you as she thrusted you into her mouth once more. Much rougher than before, gagging all over your length, vibrations pulsing on your tip, her head game was divine. You felt your orgasm on the verge of the horizon. "Choerry darling I'm going to cum!" as soon as those words left your mouth, her mouth withdrew. The sensation of being edged burned, leaving a painful singe in her absence.

You couldn't begin to complain as your body was thrown onto the bed. Bouncing against the mattress as your body landed in the middle, Choerry approached the bed, swaying her hips as she got to the edge. She looked so hot, a beacon of danger and desire. Her hand reached into her bed compartment, pulling out a gleaming pair of handcuffs. Trapping you against the bed.

"Baby, you need to make up for your cheating." Her hand ran up and down your chest, goosebumps coated your body as you shuddered.

"I didn't chea-" A strong force came down on your face. "I said no talking!" Her actions brought fear to you, Choerry has always seemed possessive but this was so out there. You swallowed your saliva as she took off the lower half of her clothes, throwing them everywhere and anywhere.

She sat down on your legs, crushing them slightly as she Choerry's feet pressed up against your nose, the intense stench of sweat filled your nostrils, her soles rubbed against your lips, the salty taste of sweat lingered on your mouth as she kept playing with your mouth. "Clean them off, show me how much you love me" She beamed a terrifying smile as your tongue went up and down, tasting more of her sweat as you lapped her feet clean.

Choerry jammed her foot into your awaiting mouth, swirling your tongue around her toes, wiping the dirt away as you gave her what she wanted. The loss of power intoxicated you as you took every action, her other foot trailed your body, finding it's way to your shaft. Still rock hard and throbbing as she grinded her foot all over it. Muffled gasps combined with gags as her foot pressed against the back of your mouth.

Her foot rubbed you violently, the sensation too much to handle as she got off on your misery, your loving partner turning into a demon in the bedroom. Choerry's foot withdrew from the depths of your mouth, saliva dripping on your chest as you caught your breath. "Good boy! You are being so good." She wrapped both her feet around your length, working harmoniously as she grinned, the feeling of her soles was soft and undeniably perfect. Bucking your hips under the pressure of Choerry's nonstop actions, the familiar feeling of the orgasm trying to come out yet again, her feet rubbed your balls and you felt seconds from unloading.

"No. You don't have the right." Her voice laced with a thick venom as she channeled her inner sadism, feet withdrawn as she got off your legs. You whined when she left the room, forcing you to lay there and contemplate your feelings. She was back promptly, the rest of her clothes removed. Holding something in her hands.

"You see these?" Her hand revealed a set of pills. You gulped. "That's right honey.. My birth control, I don't think we need them anymore. You'd agree right?" Panic seized your body as she stared at you, awaiting the correct answer. Your throat went dry as you thought about all the consequences of every possible answer. She wasn't just speaking from the loving woman she was usually, coming from a deep wish to have you by any means necessary.

"I'm waiting." She spoke bluntly, getting clearly frustrated as she stood there, this wasn't logical, wasn't normal. But deep down you wanted to take the next step with her. "Yes. Choerry. My love, let's go further." She smiled sweetly, throwing those pills into the wall as she approached.

Choerry straddled your body, right above your shaft as it pointed against her cunt, rubbing against her, getting the tip wet in her essence. A deep breath came from her mouth as her body lowered into yours. Her walls clamped down on you, the first inch being tortuous as she started to sink down, the sensation was overwhelming. Loud gutteral moans came from your lips as Choerry started screaming, "Fuck... My love! Your dick is so good, I love you!" she gasped, bouncing up and down violently as the bed shook. "I love you!"

Her fingers dug into your chest, leaving red marks as you met her halfway, skin slapping as your crotches connected. You knew you weren't going to last very long after her precious edging. She could sense your closeness as you thrusted more irregularly, "That's right baby, make me a mommy! Cum in me!" She let out a satisfied moan as you shot your load into her pussy, giving her the present she wanted. "Hmmm that feels good.. Your cum is so warm.." Her body gasped, she kept bouncing despite your sensitivity. Pain erupted all over your body for the 5th time today.

"Choerry please.. Slow down" Your voice was pained as you laboured to speak, it seemed to only spur her on as she kept bouncing, even stronger as she started gripping on you even more intensely. "Fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum baby!" She shouted as your shaft fucked your cum further into her. Large amounts of her liquid shot over your shared bed as she came undone.

She held herself there as she let you relax, no thoughts were in your head as you breathed in the shared scent of sweat and sex, your hands laid on your bed as Choerry smiled at you. "I think you can go another round yeah? Really make sure I get pregnant" You really couldn't go another round, but her smile was so disarming. Nodding as she started picking up the pace. You ignored the burning sensation in your loins as she moaned.

Choerry leaned forward, holding you up as she brought her breasts to your mouth, "Suck on my nipples baby, imagine how full they'll be when you knock me up." Her voice was glazed over as you took her left boob into your mouth, sucking on her bountiful bosom, her skin slightly sweet to the taste as she arched her back. "Fuckk keep sucking, right there." Her hands pressed into the back of your head, clinging onto strands of your hair.

Your orgasm hit like a tsunami as you shot another load into her awaiting body, biting her nipple as you doused it in saliva. Your orgasm triggered a chain reaction, another douse of her squirt hit the bed. She removed your hungry mouth from her breasts, smiling. Her stomach was bulging with your load, completely stuffing her.

"You are mine, completely now baby. No more co-workers."

She was batshit insane, but she was yours, and you were hers.

[bunnydotzip]

Daddy who rapes you but has convinced you that’s how every son and dad play so you love it and beg him to play with you every time your mom leaves 👕

minors DNI

"dad, dada, daddy! i wanna play our special game again!"

i'm sitting with my dad on the couch; as soon as mama heads out the door, i'm clambering over into his lap and tugging at the front of his shirt. he chuckles and puts his hands on my hips, pulling me just that little bit closer.

"is that right, kiddo?" he coos, big hands wandering up my sides and helping me take off my shirt. "so eager to play with your old man, aren't you? go on, baby boy, get dad nice and ready for ya."

in moments i'm kneeling between his legs, dazedly suckling at the head of my father's cock as he groans above me. i can feel it growing harder in my mouth, sucking harder- i gotta get daddy ready, after all!

"such a good boy," he pants once my jaw starts to hurt and i climb back into his lap. daddy's so hard now, cock heavy against his tummy as he helps me undress. "look at how much dad wants you, baby. mama never makes me feel like this, you're such a good boy."

i giggle as i straddle his lap, watching with my bottom lip between my teeth as daddy lines up to my dripping little cunt. "are you gonna try 'nd make it fit this time, daddy?"

"of course, baby boy." the thick head pops in, and i whine at the stretch- i've only ever been able to take half of daddy's cock at most, but i really wanna take it all. "fuck, i always forget how tight you are..."

"daaad," i whine, back arching as he thrusts upwards, pushing just a little deeper. "dad, daddy, gimme more, i can take ittt..."

with each thrust daddy works himself deeper inside me, with determined little wriggles of my hips every time he tries to say i've had enough. finally, finally i feel my hips meet his own, lips parted in a silent cry and back arched at the feeling of being stuffed so full. daddy's groans below me, pupils dilated and grip bruising on my hips.

"look at that," he breathes, one hand splaying over the bulge his cock makes in my little tummy. "god, baby boy, you took it all... i'm gonna have so much fun playing with you, sweetheart."

"please daddy, ruin meee..."

"heh. you got it, kiddo."

[pupyuj]

tha photo of yujin with her bulge out but her hands toed behind her back nd her pants at her thighs, teasing and edging her with your mouth while she squirms ugh 😩

can’t wait to get my empathy albums just to stare at her handsomely pretty face in the “and us” version 😋 MY BABYBOY 💕💕

[cw: g!p yujin, blowjob, breeding.]

i fear this is the most experimental yujinnie can get before she starts getting scared 😭 bcs come on… binding up her hands when all she wants to do all the time is touch you? teasing her and having the upper hand when she usually has all that power? ohh the lack of control would make her head hurt but she can’t deny that the main reason she’s hard as a rock is bcs of the situation you’ve put her in and all the things you’re doing to her.. 🤭

oh it would be torture! between you being annoying and leaving a bunch of kiss marks all over her thighs and the lack of attention her cock was getting, yujin would get increasingly agitated but she was too proud to beg to be pleasured 😒 and you knew just what you were doing to her too, which was the worst part of it all… looking up at her with the fakest innocent eyes yujin has ever seen, acting like you weren’t so fucking delighted that you even got yujin in a situation where you would force her hand and submit to you for once… oh, this was perfect!! 🥰💕

watching relief wash over yujin’s face once you finally wrap your perfect lips around the head of her cock, sucking so painfully slow but it was definitely way better than you refusing to be anywhere near it at all… her moans getting louder and louder the deeper you take her cock inside your mouth, her head thrown allll the way back, letting you see all the pretty hickeys you left on her neck earlier 🥺💓 sucking her off so good to the point that her thighs start twitching and she starts looking at you with pleading eyes but your tap her calves to remind her that she made a promise not to cum until you want her to… and ofc, yujin has no other choice but to obey her princess 😚😚

it all gets better and worse when you start using your tongue which you are unfortunately so fucking good at that yujin would actively struggle against the restraints on her hands bcs god she wanted to take over so fucking bad!! babbling nonsense with tears in the corners of her eyes, feeling like she was going to lose her fucking head when you somehow even thought of grinding your needy cunt on her shoe and actually fucking doing it, which only happened bcs yujin looked so good from where you were watching her that you couldn’t resist your own needs 🥺

and when you did finally let yujin cum, she barely allows herself to recover before demanding you to untie her 😵‍💫😵‍💫 it was scary undoing the bindings on her hands, but only bcs you were afraid that you might have gone overboard and hurt yujin more than please her ☹️ but yujin made sure to assure you that you did please her well—not by words but in the form of making you ride her cock until midnight, and until you felt absolutely full of her cum 🤭 it was the second easiest way for yujin to say thank you 🫣

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

Love and Deepspace Headcanons: Denial

A/N: My bestie is forcing me to try this game again... So I might as well make some stuff for it!

There's a surprising lack of gifs I can find on here, so I went ahead and made my own headers :3

Warnings: 18+

Ask Box: Open

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Xavier:

I personally think he isn't the type to be too into denial

Sure, I think he gets angry or annoyed

But it clears pretty quickly

And once he sees how much its affecting you… immediately stops

Apologizes instantly

Puppy dog eyes 

Your hand is pressed firmly against Xavier's abs. You bit your lip, trying to keep in your cool. It's not easy. You had already worked yourself up by kissing him senseless and pulling back when he tried to go further. But he had taken control quickly, taking off his clothes and going for your weak spot: your neck. 

No matter how much you apologized or told him to keep going, he just gave you a soft glare to shut you up. But you had enough. Your hips moved against his bulge. You frowned and tried to push him back against the bed.

"Xavier, I can't take it."

He blinked, his head raising to meet your gaze. "Huh?"

"I want it."

"O-Oh." His face flushed as if he realized what he was doing. His eyes softened. "S-Sorry."

"Come here."

Rafayel:

Him and his teasing

Fleeting kisses, barely touching you

That fucking smirk

He loves seeing you get frustrated

But it backfires 

And suddenly, he regrets denying you

Rafayel let out a huff as you pushed him down onto the couch. One moment, he was touching you in all the spots that were so close to where you needed that heat. The next, you had his hands pinned above his head as you straddled his hips. He stared up at you. He wasn't expecting this.

"Woah, there. Getting feisty?"

You smirked. "I don't think you're in the position to judge."

"No. But I like this position."

"Really?" You leaned down, nipping at his neck. "You won't like it for too long."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's your turn to get frustrated."

Zayne:

I also feel like he isn't super into it?

The type to do it accidentally

Long nights working, barely paying attention to you

The occasional text or two

Not even sending a suggestive photo gets a big reaction

So imagine his surprise when he finally gives you the time of day

And you're waiting there like a feast waiting to be devoured

"You're finally back."

"Sorry. Work has been-" Zayne paused. He gaped at you. "What are you-"

"This? Just got comfortable. Is there a problem?"

There was a problem. Zayne had suddenly realised how much he craved you. It had been too long since he last touched you. He was denying you and himself of a pleasure that needed to be filled. 

He dropped his bag to the floor. His shoes and coat soon followed. His eyes were glued on your scantily clad form as he slowly walked over to you. You hid a smile as you watched him loosen his tie. This was the exact reaction you wanted. To make him so hungry for you, he wouldn't be able to resist.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" His husky voice sent a shiver down your spine.

"No." You shook your head.

"Good."

"Do you?"

"I'm calling off."

"Good."

Sylus:

Oh my god, nothing brings him more joy than denying you of what you want

He loves seeing you squirm 

The sweat dripping down the side of your face as he hits in just the right spot

You're teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy

But he just keeps pulling you back

Wants to see you beg

Sylus knew how to make you writhe in pure pleasure. He knew where to touch, kiss, bite. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. And right now, you were so tightly wound, you were about to break. He drank in the sight of you arching your back, on your hands and knees for him. HIs thrusts were languid and relaxed. The two of you had been at this for hours.

He reached out, his large hand moving over the expanse of your bare back. "Look at you. A complete wreck."

"Please, Sylus." Your voice was hoarse. "I can't take it anymore."

"What did I say? You have to be clear when you beg."

You whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly in your hands. "Please make me cum, Sylus. Please…""Since you begged so nicely…" HIs hand wrapped around your head and tugged sharply. "I'll give you what you want."

Caleb:

He does it for one reason only

To see if you still need him

And boy, do you need him

Constantly asks you to tell him how you need this

Tell him that you need him

That you'll never stop

He'll keep denying you of it until you're almost in tears

And then he gives you what you want

"Tell me…"

Caleb's voice is soft against your ear. Your back arched as his fingers moved inside of you painfully slowly. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you hung onto him. Your body quivered in pleasure at just the sound of his voice. You wanted to be pushed past that peak.

"I need it."

"And?"

"I need you."

"You do?"

You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Please. I need you so badly, Caleb."

"I need you too."

Caleb kissed you deeply, his fingers plunging into you once again. The speed was faster this time. He curled his hand and sent you over the edge with just that one movement. You let out a cry that was swallowed by Caleb. He pressed against you. His heart was hammering in his chest. He never wanted to leave this moment. He wanted you to need him forever.

[joocomics]

1k followers celebration event — ⌞⌗ xdh drabble⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 badboy!jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut ( 18+ ) wc: 1k

request: "you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?" + "maybe i should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up" + face slapping

contains: bad boy x good girl trope, sub!reader, bookseller!reader, mean!dom!jooyeon, corruption kink, exhibitionism kink, (unprotected) semi public sex, edging, begging, pussy slapping, face slapping (f!rec), pet names, degradation kink, name calling (slut), dumbification

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Lee Jooyeon is not a reader.

Truthfully, you doubt he's ever held a book open for longer than two minutes in his life. He’s the type of person who prefers entirely different sensations - to be outside, lost in thick crowds, banging rock music, alcohol and smoke, places where things happen all at once and they happen loud.

Exactly the opposite of you.

Yet, he keeps coming back... and your body lets him.

“You work too much.” He mutters, leaning against the counter; the lack of enthusiasm in his euphonic voice is evident.

“You laze around too much,” you say back, not interrupting the process of stocking the shelve with YA contemporary novels. You place the last remaining book when a clicking sound forces you to look behind your shoulder, your eyes bulging once you notice the lighter in his hand - and the flame flickering. “Seriously?! Put that away!”

Jooyeon sighs dramatically, but shoves the lighter back into his pocket.

He doesn't fit here at all; with his smug smile and black leather jacket soaked in cigarette smoke.

It’s very clear what he’s here for, and you’re trying hard to resist it - unless you want to grow an addiction to him.

“Look, customers will start coming in soon, and I won’t have time to talk anyway,” you murmur, walking back to the counter. “Maybe you should come by another day.”

Jooyeon turns around once you’re at your spot; his expression sharpens even more as though he's struggling to grasp what you're saying. With a swift motion, his dominant hand grabs the badge with your name, pulling you closer.

“Is that what you think I'm here for?” The erotic lower tone sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. “To chat?”

You can only swallow as the sudden lack of distance causes your brain to slow down. Then, his ravishingly carved face too, and his alluring eyes, warning you of the trouble you’re going into…

He drops the badge, leaving it to dangle loosely around your neck again. A dry sound of mockery escapes him as he watches you stand frozen in the same place.

That’s exactly what he expected.

“What… you don’t want me here?” His brows relax when he meets your eyes, shiny with desire and intent; he notices the truth lingering inside them no matter how much you try to hide it. His fingers brush your cheek, trailing down to trace your slightly parted lips with his thumb. “Then why does your body say otherwise?”

He leans in, close enough for your breaths to blend into one.

“Tell me you want me to leave and I will.”

No words come; not straight away.

“I don't want you to leave.”

Jooyeon smirks satisfied, then tilts your head towards him some more.

“Why don’t you give me a tour of the stockroom again then?” He pauses before his voice softens with a hint of secrecy. “That spot where the camera can’t see you being naughty.”

“Please, please, please!”

“My name?” Jooyeon grabs your face roughly to tilt your chin up.

“Jooyeon,” you utter, gazing into his eyes; they earn a glint of lust once your weakened voice call out his name. “Jooyeon, please, I can’t wait any longer…”

He smirks amused, looking down at your naked lower body - where his cock smacks your pussy again and again, teasing it and forcing it to clench helplessly around air.

“Fuck me, please!”

The truth is, he’s not entirely sure why he’s doing this or how he succeeded at not burying himself deep into you the second he got you down here. But there’s something about hearing you beg for his cock… after you tried to push him away earlier and failed…

The noise of skin against skin echoes dangerously throughout the stockroom as his soaked tip lands on your clit repeatedly.

“One more.”

The corners of his lips twitch pleasantly as you glance down at his palm levelled at your mouth. You salivate, then spit out, watching him wet his cock even more.

The lewd sounds, the view of his erection, big and hard, pointing at your leaking entrance, but not close enough to enter… It’s driving you crazy as you wait spread open on the table.

Jooyeon leans down, crashing his lips into yours.

As every other time, the thrill has you feeling like you’re about to meltdown until your body jolts from a sudden sensation - he shoved an inch through your needy walls, groaning at the way they immediately grip onto him.

“Why did you tell me to leave if you want my cock so bad, darling?” His hot breath brushes your trembling lips as he keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

“I— I don’t know,” you mumble, desperately needing him to push further, but not having the courage to say it.

But it doesn’t matter, because he pulls out.

“One minute you’re all diligent and smart, and the next you go dumb.” Jooyeon snickers at your defeated expression as you bite your lip to keep quiet. “Not very convenient for a bookseller.”

Here even the smallest noise sounds ten times louder, including his tittering, and the way your cunt welcomes him back when he slips it in - all of it this time.

“Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up,” he grunts, overpowering your moans. “How about that, baby doll?”

“… p-please—“ Your eyes roll back at the next deep, sharp hit.

“What?” Jooyeon laughs at your muddled speech. “Are you begging me to fuck your mouth or to stay inside your small cunt? Speak, slut.”

“Stay,” your pleading eyes flicker up at him before his slap tilts your head to the side. “Stay inside me, please!”

“There you go, the naughty slut can speak!” He coos with artificial sweetness; with the most enticing mocking smile you've ever seen.

His hand, large and heavy, taps the warm area of your cheek, but you're unsure if it's to command you to look at him or to praise you for responding properly.

“I know you're a smart bookworm, sweetheart.” He smirks, trailing your jawline with his lips. “You just go a little dumb from my cock, but that’s okay… I like it.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[l0sercat]

Can you do a request for Kung Lao x Muscular Fem!Reader.

Like how Kung Lao see her doing some workout

Of course I can!!! My first ask for MK!!!! Although the gif is mk2021 Lao please feel free to imagine him as another version! I might have set up the beginning to be set as mk2021 though...my bad pookies

Lao × Muscular!Reader

When you first arrived he didn't think much at first, you were wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweats so he didn't get to see your build

He had some doubts though, that you weren't gonna be strong enough or be able to unlock your arcana, but he had hopes that with all the training you would be able to

When it was time for you to start training, you walked into the arena with a tank top and shorts, your well defined muscles showing off

Kung Lao eyes widened, he didn’t expect you to be so well built, your muscles bulged when you stretched, He couldn’t help but stare and admire

Your muscles were almost as good as his! Kung Lao grinned and walked up to you, noticing your how nice your boobs looked in the tank top

You smiled at him asking what’s up, Kung Lao praised you for how well your toned muscles are, he asked a couple questions about your workout routine

You both chatted and he posed, his hands on his hips flexing slightly letting his muscles bulge and then he crossed them over his chest, purposely doing all this just for your attention

He noticed the way your eyes occasionally traced over his arms, making his ego flame up, but he couldn’t lie he was impressed with your build

When you guys finally started fighting, your tank top was split in half showing off your sweaty abs, Kung Lao couldn't help when his jawed slightly opened in awe

Yes he has seen many muscular people, but it was different with you for some reason, your bra showed off and he couldn't help but blush

God you looked amazing, your hair slightly messy and sweat lightly coating your skin, he didn't care if you noticed him staring

In his opinion you should be grateful you caught the eye of the great Kung Lao! He smirked as your chest heaved up and down, trying to catch your breath

Kung Lao thought he would enjoy a person who was weaker than he was so he could feel needed more, but he had to say having a person who was almost on par with his strength was nice

You guys could practice moves on each other without being too worn down or hurt! So yeah he is definitely gonna try to make you his!

[whimsypjm]

Piss Baby ── J.JK

summary ── trying out watersports with jungkook.

content warnings ── sub Jungkook, mean dom reader, Watersports, dom/sub play, overstimulation, cock stepping, sadistic reader, masochist Jungkook, Kink Shaming, jk lowkey kink shames reader, Jungkook is a Brat, Crying Jungkook, Dacryphilia, making jk piss himself, Belly Bulge from water, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, gender neutral reader

word count ── 1.1k

note ── would love to hear any thoughts and comments <33 mwa

One more drink.

That’s what you told him about five drinks before, he was looking at you with wet eyes and a bloated belly that he had encased by his arms. You could give him mercy, let him release it all but the sadistic side of you wanted to push more. So, you did. You held the full glass of water to his lips, watching his lips form into a pout as they didn’t open, a protest because he swore he just couldn’t take anymore.

“Come on, one more drink. I know you can handle it, baby.” You told him but he didn’t believe it, shaking his head.

“Can’t.” He whined.

“Oh, but you can. Need you to be healthy, remember? Let’s drink some more water.” You told him, the cup pressed against his reddened lips from where he bit them to keep in all the frustration bottling up. Jeongguk whined against the cup but open his mouth, allowing himself to drink more but it didn’t flow easily, some dripping down his chin as he tried his best to take the glass full.

“There you go.” You cooed and once he was finished, he desperately kept a hand on his cock, putting as much pressure as he could, attempting to control his bladder but it was spiraling with the added liquid. He was trying to blink away the tears.

“Please, please, I have to- I really have to go, please.” He begged, your name falling from his lips soon after but you simply sighed and moved farther from his reaching hands and motioned for him to follow. “I-I can’t,” His voice going hush, “I’ll piss myself.”

“I know.” You said, a grin on your face that he couldn’t help but want to slap off right now, the pressure against his bladder was only getting worse, pain well on it’s way as he attempted to get up, hands immediately flying to you to stabilize himself. He could stand on his own but if you were going to make him this way, then you had to deal with it. He glared up at you from his slouched position, a sudden gasp of pain had him weak, knees bucking from their hold and you almost scolded him. “Come on, I know you can be better than this. You act like this is the first time you’ve been full, it’s pathetic.”

“And you’re an ass.” He barked back and you narrowed your eyes.

“What was that?” Your tone was enough of a warning but he didn’t take it, instead he continued on.

“The only reason I’m like this is because of you. Fucking asshole, you’re getting off to my pain, sick bastard- angh!” He struggled to stand when you put pressure on his stomach, feeling it really kick in and he couldn’t help the little leak of piss that dribbled from his cock, gasping and fighting desperately to keep it in because you hadn’t said he could release it just yet. Instead, you watched with bored eyes, even if the evil glint shined bright in them. “Oh, no, no, no, please! ‘m sorry, please. I have to- I got to piss so bad, please.” he cried out and you helped him up onto shaking legs.

“Well, we’re not doing it here, are we?” And he had to think for a few minutes about your question until it clicked and he shook his head.

“No, sorry.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “It’s okay baby. I know you get all dumb and mean when you’re like this. Just a pathetic dumb baby, huh?” He nodded along to your words and clung onto you, tears now falling as his eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He desperately attempted to move with you and when you finally got him where you wanted, you let him fall to his knees, head resting against your thigh as he tried to focus on his breathing, hand still stuffed between his thighs and against his aching cock. He hated this but apparently he also loved it, if his erection was anything to go by, this was only going to make it harder to piss as he so desperately craved.

Your hand went to his hair, combing through it gently in an attempt to sooth until he relaxed and you gripped his curls in your hand, pulled his head back until he arched to look at you. Wide watery eyes were enough for you to want more of them. You used your foot to press against his stomach, his body trying to move from your touch but the grip you had on him kept him in place.

“Oh, no- Please, I’m going-”

“Go ahead, I know just how badly you want to.”

His hands gripped your leg, nails digging into your pudgy skin but it wasn’t enough, he pushed up against your foot, mouth open and resting against your thigh with weak gasps until you heard it before you saw anything, he was completely done for as he started going limp, pissing all over himself, a small hushed sound of him echoed throughout. “Look at you, my filthy baby, making a mess of yourself. Just had to go so bad that you couldn’t wait, huh? So pathetic, here you are, on your knees and pissing yourself.” You laughed but he whined, shaking his head against your thigh. “Oh now, don’t lie.” You scolded.

“’m sorry.” He breathed out, hips tracking up to meet your foot for the pressure to move where he now needed it. He hated the feeling of the wet jeans on his skin, he wanted nothing more to get out of them right now and get what he wanted but he had to take what he was given, he knew that. You didn’t move your foot away and allowed him to continue his ministrations, pathetic attempts of humping against the sole of your shoe.

You laughed at him again and he tried not to focus on the mocking sound, continuing with the chase of his high that built within him, pooling heat deep within his stomach, moments ready to snap. His hands tightened again until he couldn’t take it anymore and he finally orgasmed, feeling the hot-white pleasure flood his veins and his body shook from over-stimulation as he cried out your name.

But, even as he stopped, you didn’t. You moved your foot against him, adding a painful pressure until he sobbed out your name, different from his orgasm cry. “Oh, did you think we’re done, baby? Aw, I’m just getting started. After all, I’m just a sick bastard, I need to get these craving out, right? And it just so happens you’re right here.” You smiled, adding pressure.

[pedricos]

one with bernal where he's afraid of hurting the reader because of the size difference, but he can't control himself 

smut plss

Marc Bernal – in too deep .ᐟ

a.n: thanks for feeding into my size difference kink! it ended up more as a small blurb

warnings: NSFW!! smut, suggestive content (725 words)

he's in too deep.

your boyfriend, marc, truly cares about you.. how can he not? you're just so petit and pretty, how could he ever do anything to hurt you? he couldn't ever hurt a fly, and he knows you couldn't too.

not that he was agressive, nor did he wanted to ever cause you any pain, but the way you squeeze him is just too much, the way he can clearly see the bulge of him in your belly, the way your tits bounce when he goes fast.

he knows he's tall and he know he getting stronger by the day, but how can he resist? you're so vulnerable under him; his own hand holding your wrist up, as a warning to keep hands to yourself, your back arched, welcoming him deeper in your soaked cunt and eyes flushed shut.

he doesn't want to go harder cause you already made clear this pace is too good for you, but he can't get enough of you. he can never think you're not enough.. he thinks you're way too much for a guy like him.

he slows down his pace, panting loudly as he almost bottom out of you and letting go of holding your wrists, putting his hands by the side of your head and lowering his head, hiding in the crook of your neck.

he whimpers so ridiculously at your mercy. your, now, free hands find his face, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

furrowed eyebrows with small tears forming in the corner of his eyes, blushes face with this puppy-like expression, batting his eyelashes at you. his mouth opened as he was about to say something, you wait for it, but he never does.

“qué pasó? is everything okay?” you body froze, your walls contracting against your boyfriend lenght and he gives you a shy moan in response, “aah.. y/n” he calls for your name as you weren't already so impossibly close to him in the moment. (what happened?)

“can i.. can i go harder? please.. any pace you want, please” the thin tear finally roll down his cheek. you can't get any words out of your mouth right now, still processing your boyfriend's words. “marc.. of course you can, why are you asking?” your tender touch doesn't match with the burning sensation of your boyfriend stretching your pussyhole.

“tengo miedo de hacerte daño” he looks down at your bottoms connect; his dick halfway through your walls and soaked in white liquid. theres no place were he's rather be right now, ”go on, cariño" you give him a reassuring kiss on the cheek. (i don't want to hurt you)

he grabbed your wrists once again, pinning them above your head, going all the way inside your hole; every inch of him touching every warm wall of yours. he leans down to start a messy kiss, with tongues everywhere and teeth clashing.

but he doesn't care. he's in too deep.

his pace animalistic fast, his dick touching impossibly far, hitting your prostate again, again and again, making the familiar feeling of a knot in your stomach beginning to form.

“oh! oh! marc!” you chant his name, your legs around his waist pulling him closer. by the way your bodies are connected, you're probably breaking the law's of physic.

the bulge on your belly going up and down, as he move his hips back and forth. all you can hear in the room are moans and grunts, along with the headboard of the bed hitting the wall like crazy, and there's nothing going on on your mind but how close you're to cumming.

“please, please! yes, there!” you're probably screaming so loud that all your neighbors probably are hearing. but can you blame youself? sure you can't, your boyfriend is fucking you so good right now you probably don't even remember your own name.

he hit the same spot over and over as he let go of your wrist, moving his hands down to your clit and stimulating your pussy as he's take you.

you can't even remember how much time took you to cum, but the mess you made surely showed you it didn't take so long. and marc follows your after a few more thrusts; painting your insides white with his babies.

but you can't even get mad at him for finishing inside; he was in too deep.

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