#you're beautiful even with a bulge hehe

[wis-art]

fishing and proud

[soaps-mohawk]

The Unicorn

Kyletober Day 8: Frottage

Summary: You were hesitant at first until he proved himself. Now you just like watching.

Pairing: Kyle x John x John’s wife!reader

Word Count: 1,133 words

Warnings: brief fear of cheating at the beginning, Frottage, badly written handjobs, a couple and their unicorn, fingering, mention of munch!Kyle

A/N: This one was fun to write...you'll see why hehe

MASTERLIST

He's cheating. 

That had been the first thought that came to mind when your husband sat you down to have a conversation. He'd just returned from months of being away, and you knew he was going to drop the bomb. There was someone else, someone younger and prettier he met halfway across the world on deployment. 

What you hadn't been expecting was for him to come out as bisexual. After years and years of marriage he'd never even once hinted at it, much less told you. Then again, you know sometimes it takes time to notice and accept these things. You wouldn't have guessed though, your rough and manly husband who chops wood and works on cars and goes fishing is also interested in men? 

Never judge a book by its cover, they say. 

What had shocked you even more was his admission that he met a man he was interested in. Fear had spiked in your heart, thinking he was going to divorce you for this man, but what he said next shocked you almost more than him coming out. 

He wasn't going to leave you, he wanted to bring this man into your relationship. 

You had been hesitant at first, worried that he might wiggle his way into your husband’s heart and you’d wind up divorced anyway. 

Then you met Kyle. 

You’ve never been so glad you decided to try. 

Your thighs are slick as you watch them, a tangle of limbs and tongues. You're seated on the lounge in the corner of the room, watching your husband and his toy. Your thighs are still trembling slightly from the near mind-numbing orgasm Kyle had given you with his mouth a few minutes ago. 

Your husband is currently cleaning the remnants of it off Kyle’s face with his tongue. 

You're nowhere near satisfied, your pussy starting to throb again as you watch them. Kyle's hands are resting on your husband's soft waist, the prominent bulges in their briefs pressed tight together. Kyle moans into John's mouth as he pushes his hips against Kyle's, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric. 

“Bloody christ.” John groans as Kyle kisses down his neck, focusing on the spot behind his ear. You taught Kyle all of John's favorite spots, all the places that drive him crazy. 

“Fuck...” Kyle hisses as John grinds against him. 

“Let me see that pretty cock.” John growls, pushing Kyle back just slightly. 

You bite back a moan as Kyle pushes his briefs down his legs, that cute, pert ass on display from your angle. His cock stands at attention, longer than he is thick, but John makes up plenty for that. His cock is thick and heavy where it sits between his thighs. Your pussy flutters as you stare at them, two beautiful men so very different and yet so much alike. 

Kyle takes John's cock in his hand, pumping it as he steps closer. You half expect him to drop to his knees, but instead he steps right up to John, closing his hand around both of their cocks. You watch captivated as Kyle rubs their cocks together, his long fingers wrapped around both. Their eyes are locked, lips parted as they both breathe heavily. 

“So fucking pretty.” John groans, cupping the back of Kyle’s neck. “Look at you.” 

Kyle sinks his teeth into his lip, his head tilting back into John’s hand. You shift in the lounge, putting your feet up on the ottoman to give yourself room. There’s a painful throb between your legs as you watch them, your fingers slipping down between your thighs to try and ease that ache a bit. 

John tilts his head down, a glob of spit landing on their cocks. Kyle’s hand spreads it across their skin as he continues to pump their cocks, his hand picking up speed. You match his speed with your fingers on your clit, your pussy already wet and pulsing just from watching them together. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Kyle groans. “Feels so fucking good.” 

John leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, both of them staring down at their cocks as Kyle rubs them together. They’re a sight, the two of them. John is always the dominant one, and Kyle is always willing to sub for him. He trusts John on a level you can’t quite understand because you’re so separated from their world. It’s different from the trust you have with your husband, but perhaps that’s why the three of you work so perfectly.

Kyle lifts his gaze, staring into John’s eyes. His kiss-plump lips are parted as he moans, the sound like a sweet music harmonizing with John’s own deep, breathy groans. You sink your teeth into your lip to hold in your own as you sink two fingers into yourself, easing off your clit to delay an orgasm. You don’t want to distract them from this moment, you don’t want to pull them away from each other. Not yet. 

Kyle’s hand speeds up even faster, his hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans, dropping his head to rest it on John’s shoulder. 

John grips his hips, both of them thrusting into Kyle’s hand. They’re close, the telltale needy breathiness pitching their moans higher. Your own fingers curl around the arm of the chair, the wet squelch of your fingers hidden under the wet sound of their cocks. You can imagine them coated in precum, slick and shiny as they get closer and closer to their orgasms. 

“Gonna cum.” Kyle moans, his words muffled against John’s shoulder. 

“Cum for me.” John grunts, cupping the back of Kyle’s head again. 

Kyle’s whole body shudders, his hips jerking as he cums, the white fluid leaking from his tip to coat his hand. John follows almost immediately after, a long groan leaving his lips as his hips press against Kyle’s hand. It’s such a tender moment, both of them breathing heavily, leaning against each other as Kyle’s hand slows to a stop, milking every last drop they can give. John eases Kyle’s head up off his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It speaks volumes of their care and love for each other. 

John leans forward to whisper something in his ear, Kyle’s lips lifting in a smirk. They both turn to look at you as John leans back, your face warm as they meet your gaze. Your legs close around your hand as you sit there, the energy in the room shifting. 

“Not quite done yet, are we, sweetheart?” John says, his gaze darkening as he looks at you. 

No, you’re not. 

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[applesooyoung]

Dominating jungwoo.

That cute face has to look good in tears right??

Crybaby - K.JW

Genre: Smut hehe | Wc: 560 | AFAB!Reader

Contains: sub bff!Jungwoo x dom!Reader, kind of established relationship?, pegging, choking, Jungwoo wears collar, degradation (just a teensy weensy bit just for the drama ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)), lowkey voyeurism and exhibition, petnames, mommy kink, dacryphilia, mirror sex

A/N: A short one... a quickie if you will mwhehehehe (｡•̀ᴗ-), hope u enjoyed this one, anon~! Luvlots ♡

[Now playing: Tinnitus — TXT]

🩷 ̇ ̟ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ 🧸‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷ ̇ ̟ 🍓 ︵‿୨

Dim lights and a can of unfinished coke. You tied your hair up as you pushed your best friend to the bed, as this only pushed him deep into subspace.

 

You always knew he had a thing for dominant women, just like every time you order something at a restaurant, he gets what you get. But every time you get suspicious of him being this submissive, he would know it—he could feel the tension of your suspicions, and as an attempt to cover it up, he would always just change the topic of your conversation.

 

But this time would be different.

 

All secrets are out now.

 

"H-Hey! What was that for?" he softly hissed as he rubbed his elbows. "Take off your pants."

 

Jungwoo can't help but complain, but he complies anyway. "What are you doing?" He tries to cover his bulge, but every time he does, you just swat it off. "You were never this shy when you were jacking yourself off my bed earlier, no?" His heart skipped a beat, you know.

 

"Going off on my pillow, moaning my name while the door is barely closed. What a perfect recipe for disaster, now I'm sure you're trying to be caught," you giggled as he swallowed his spit. "It's ok, baby, come on and go on all fours for me.".

 

"Yes, Mommy," he obeys as you smile at your new nickname, Mommy. You quickly turned to your closet to get your strap on, a bottle of half-used lube, and the one that caught Jungwoo's eye the most, the light pink collar on your hands. "Is that for me, mommy? You smiled and nodded. 

 

You clasped the collar around his neck while attaching the chain leash to the back of it. He looked so dainty and pretty; the pink complimented his copper-colored hair. You lubed up your silicone dick and started pounding him while slightly tugging his leash.

 

"M-Mommy, faster, please! I love this," he pleaded as you pounded him faster and harder. "God, baby, I could feel you clenching on my strap," you replied with your fingers tracing his spine. "You like this, don't you, you silly little slut? Moaning my name while playing with your cock?"

 

Jungwoo gulped from the overstimulation; he feels so embarrassed that you caught him. Now all he can do is cry pathetically as if that's gonna do something. He's getting fucked stupidly; he's getting fucked by his best friend until he can't think anymore. "You didn't even bother closing the damn door," you tutted as you jerked him off as you kept pounding him from behind. "Cute little puppy~" you cooed.

 

He looked at the mirror in front of him to see him getting ruined, tears staining his beautiful rosy cheeks. All of it was overstimulating him; the fact that he got caught, his best friend fucking him, the way your strap was rammed inside him, the coldness of the chains touching his skin, the way the collar hugged his neck. It drove him nuts and made his vision and memory all blurry.

 

You lifted his chin so he could look at himself; you found him drooling and with eyes that were oh-so glossy from crying. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't the best view you've ever seen in your life. "It's gonna be a long night, Jungwoo... Long night"

© applesooyoung

[merakiui]

wait,,, i think i understand malleus's appeal (i say for the nth time, but please hear me out!!!!)

mal is commissioning the most talented artists in all of briar valley to make elegant marble sculptures, watercolor paintings, portraits, etc of you and he worships them with everything he's got. the artists have to be extremely careful and meticulous because if they portray you in a way that offends you or malleus they're being incinerated on the spot. T_T luckily, you often prevent this outcome by appreciating the artist's efforts by honestly expressing your approval for the parts that are indeed praiseworthy, thereby sparing the poor soul. it takes some convincing, but malleus soon comes to see the beauty he neglected to notice before, even if he still swears they got your eyes wrong by a very slight, minuscule detail.

the two of you fuck in the castle gardens. this is sacrosanct. if you ever want to be taken anywhere else that isn't in the bedroom, he'll send everyone away so the two of you are afforded true privacy. also, malleus has this habit where he cups your tummy with his palm so he can feel his dick(s) pressing up and bulging against your belly!!!! he handles you so sweetly and gently AND THE TWO OF YOU ARE SO IN LOVE AAAAAAAAAAA.

he also tends to hover. a lot. he likes being near you, but sometimes if you're doing something and he's not occupied he'll just,,,, tower over you like a second shadow. he doesn't mind the silence, but then he also doesn't realize he hovers. the hovering gets really bad and even more habitual when or if you're pregnant. ;;;; he cannot be away from you for one second; he has to be by your side at all times.

lots of kisses to the top of your hand. lots of tender kisses to your lips. they always feel so chaste and fleeting; he just likes to snag a kiss every now and then hehe. it recharges him. <3 but then also lots of slow, deep kisses stolen in shadowed halls, where he's leaning down and tilting your head to meet his mouth at an angle, and he rests his hand on your waist to pull you flush against him.

if you're ever sad, he's sad. the whole castle gets this incredibly gloomy feeling and depending on the level of sadness it may even be felt over briar valley. ^^;;; similarly, when you're happy he's happy. he doesn't need anything else, for he already has everything he could ever want (you).

he's a really good listener. the type who never zones out while you're talking and he listens so intently to everything you say. he will gladly sit and listen to you rant or vent or excitedly ramble about all manner of things. he thinks your enthusiasm is very attractive. of course, if you're venting, he's ready to get rid of the thing or person causing you such anguish. think the meme of "is the sun bothering you, my beloved?" with the person pointing the gun at the sun.

this is one of the many dynamics you likely have with mal:

[lolishdes]

“Beauty and Pleasure Incarnate” Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: Just some Diluc Headcanons I have, be warned these are all nsfw, so just keep scrolling down if uninterested! Also if this blows up then I might make a part 2 since I still got some headcanons in mind hehe

I made reader as neutral as I can for the ladies, all of you deserve love from our gorgeous man. But reader can also be anyone you want! Never specified that reader is a cis woman so 👀

✧Warning/s: This is all pure filth let me tell you! Best to keep it a surprise and just read if for yourselves ;3 

Minors kindly don't interact!

Diluc is definitely a gentle and passionate lover, once he loves you there's nothing he won't do for you. And when it comes to your alone times in the evenings, he makes sure to give everything you desire. 

Diluc doesn't enjoy degrading you, bullying you a little? Sure. But he would much prefer to give you sweet compliments and praises –– praises that he knows that will rile you up. He has way too much respect for you to even degrade you, especially in an activity such as this. And when it comes to calling you names he loves calling you traditional pet names like beloved, sweetheart, my love, gorgeous, beautiful, and all that sappy stuff. If he's feeling a little more dirty he loves calling you his little minx or vixen. 

When it comes to sex he isn't in favor of outdoor or quickies, he wants a proper place for you two to explore one another's bodies. He thinks that it's only proper to do so, since such an intimate act should only be shared in a setting with absolute privacy. He lives for foreplay, in fact it's his favorite part. He wants to worship every single part of your body. Your beautiful body just does things to him, it's obvious considering the bulge forming down his pants.

Diluc knows you're weak to kisses, and those kisses vary from your lips, to your chest, or even on that swollen clit of yours. He’ll make sure to kiss every part you want him to, just use your words, okay? He’s pretty verbal too when making love to you, quite the opposite with how he usually acts. But you suppose it's because in such a moment both of you feel so vulnerable and connected that he doesn't mind letting his mind and mouth do some extra work. 

His dynamic is definitely the giver, or more specifically a service Dom. Acts of service is his love language and that still applies in the bedroom.

Eating you out makes him heat up until the tips of his toes, it's just so filthy with the sound of squelching and your hands roughly pulling on his red locks. But he doesn't mind, in fact it just turns him on even more, your desperation is so sexy to him and he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. To hell with his aching cock, your swollen cunny needs some loving! Also while eating you out he definitely palms himself through his boxers, just to ease some of that tension building up.

He finds that both of you enjoy a deep but slow pacing when it comes to thrusting. The action is just so overwhelming and less energy consuming really. 

Since this is such an intimate act, Diluc wants to see every single facial expression you make,  to see the beautiful lady that he has fallen in love with. Naturally he chooses missionary as his favorite position, but sometimes he wants to spice things up and fucks you in a mating press instead!

When finally putting it in he makes sure to rub himself on your clit first, just to stimulate you a little bit more. He goes slow while his hands are gripping your thighs. “Oh archons beloved– you feel so warm.” On the other hand you're gripping the sheets and breathless. “Luc please–” “Shh shh i've got you, come here.” He silences you with a deep kiss while his hips slowly thrust forward. 

Definitely loves to overstimulate you, to see tears of pure euphoric feeling of coming and the absolute torture as he starts thrusting inside you again. But he is not doing this to bully you, he just wants to make you feel so good!

After he gives you your last orgasm he expects to see your legs shaking, your form breathless and pure satisfaction. He swipes some strands of hair to your ear so that they won't tickle your face too much and after doing so he flops down beside you. He gives you a warm hug and press kisses on your shoulders.

Due to too much pleasure you try to move away from him, but you know better than to run, and he knows his beautiful lady is just a little overwhelmed! Don't worry, he’ll pin you back down with one hand on your waist and another above your hand, see now there's no way to escape!

“My dear are you alright? Oh don't come running off now, come back here, that's it, I just want to make you feel better.”  He presses a tender kiss on cheek as he looks at you lovingly. You on the other hand was completely disheveled, your hair was a mess, eyes completely cloudy and head all fuzzy. Without warning he thrusts slowly but deeply inside of you, a whine escapes as your back arches. 

“Look how beautiful you look right now, absolutely breathtaking. You don't mind if I break you a little more do you, my love?” He sounds so sweet, as if he isn't completely making your legs all shaky and weak. You try to use words however your mind was too consumed with pleasure, but thats okay! Diluc knows this and would gladly help you with your words.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, just lay there and feel good alright?” He is so reassuring with his sweet words, makes you feel safe and loved and you adore that about him.

“You’re perfect.” 

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Valentines Sex? Yes."

Sipnosis: Wake the fuck up, it's V-day, and Satoru is horny. Ge got you gifts too, but, like, does it matter??

Pairing: Horny!happy!Gojo x f!reader.

Note from the author: This is kinda like... A funny smut? It's an actual smut scene, just with random jokes hear and there. - I'll be making more smuts about v-day today, so look for Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri in the next one.

As you wake up to the usual feeling of having your clit sucked on, you see the normal sight of your boyfriend in-between your legs and eating you out like the five star meal you are. But, you also see a few heart-shaped boxes, jewelry boxes, some fancy gold-plated rings, along with what looks like expensive clothing that is BEAUTIFUL, and lastly a few gift cards for different places.

"Good morning, princess. Happy Valentines Day."

He smirks up at you, sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance, licking up the liquids that spill out like water. That causes you to whimper slightly out of pleasure, happy about the gifts along with getting aroused by his usual antics.

"G-good morning, 'Toru... W-what's all this?.."

He looks up at you and hums, happily licking line from your hole up to your clit, then sucking and pushing it down with his tongue.

"It's Valentines Day, mamas!"

he grins, all giddy like a child. He kisses your pussy a few times, which makes you smile and look down at him. You gently grab his hair, which is just muscle memory at this point. He slowly takes down his pants, licking your inner thigh before lightly stroking his cock through his underwear.

"You know I love you, Princess? You're so pretty, and do sweet to me."

His words make you smile again, letting out a hum and gently pushing your head back. He wipes some of the spit on his tongue and smears it around before going back to sucking on your clit, taking his boxers off so he can rub his length a few good times.

You move his hand and replace it with your own, letting a small "'Toru," as you do. And that's all you have to do. He's looking right into your eyes while he's sliding his tongue into your entrance, on all fours, while you stroke his dick at a steady pace. Soft moans and whimpers are flowing from both of you until a light

"T-toru... P-please... Stick it in, inside..." He looks up at you, brain lagging from the sensation of you jerking him off, before his eyes widen with a bright smile.

"Ohhhh!! Yeah, sure!" He says in a happy-go-lucky tone, so jovial and innocent, as if you're not both about to fuck. After very, very little hesitation, he gently pins you on your back by your hands, immediately finding your hole, which, other men you've been with have failed to do, (it's a learned skill) and thrusting into you. Still with that happy grin, he giggles out a moan while your eyes roll back. You smile when he smiles, but your heart rate and breathing pick up, heat flushing to your cheeks.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty princess... You're taking me so good! I'm so proud of you~" He says like a proud parent, going a bit deeper, a bit faster, mercilessly pounding into your g-spot.

"H-haaah.... Y-yeah..." You string out, seeing stars at how he praises you while he stuffs you full of his dick. You clench the sheets, moaning a bit louder when he licks your neck.

"Such a good girl for me! You're doing so good, Mama, so good... Hehe, look at how deep I am! Can you see it? Can you see the bulge in your stomach?"

He says in a fast and exited tone, enjoying every aspect of this. You can't even reply, gulping back air as your eyes flutter shut.

"S-Satoru... I-i-i'm-... Cumming..." Your voice cracks, light tears pooling at the tips of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. He nods enthusiastically, a wide grin on his face as he lightly huffs.

"Me too, pretty girl. Cum on my dick, please?"

He says as he gently kisses your collarbone, which is enough to send you over the edge. You both release at about the same time, your legs shaking and heart pounding.

"So pretty...." He stares down at you before rolling next to you and hugging you tightly, kissing your neck over and over again, the gifts long forgotten about.

[kinichwife]

freminet x fem! chubby! reader

warnings: body worship (reader receiving), freminet is OBSESSEDDDD, sub! reader, soft dom! freminet, a lots of sweet talk, it's very vanilla

cont+notes: it's just pw(ithout)p. lol,, pls ❤ + reblog if u liked this !!!

word count: 1.5k

"you're so beautiful, baby" freminet whispered as he peppered kisses across your face. he's always so gentle with you, like he's scared to break you. his hands traversed to your chest, gently groping and caressing you.

he didn't stop with his kisses, placing one on your cheek, then your jaw, and finally your lips. his lips were soft, softer than silk. even his kisses were passionate, every single one of them.

his tongue continuously swiped across yours, your reciprocation only driving him mad. "you taste so good.." he mumbled in between kisses, placing one hand behind your head and pushing you in further. fuck, you couldn't get enough of him.

with every touch of his hands and lips, you can feel the warmth between your legs growing. he pulled away and pressed his cheek against yours, as if he couldn't be any closer to you. "do you like when i do this?" he gently fondled your chest, his other hand squishing your tummy.

"yes.." you gasped, he giggled a little in response. he loves being this close to you, he wishes he could be closer. he placed a kiss on your cheek, going lower to your neck and jaw.

"you're so gorgeous, my love." he accentuated his sentence by pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible. one of his favorite things about you physically, was how good you felt pressed up against him. he loved your curves, and how soft you were.

his lips connected with the skin of your neck, sucking and kissing softly. the hand on your stomach shifted lower, now fondling your pussy through your soaked panties. just feeling how turned on you were made him even harder.

he shifted his hips, trying so desperately to get some relief. "ah, you have no idea what you do to me.." he whimpered into your neck, now gently nibbling the skin beneath your ear. it's no surprise, he knows all of your sensitive spots, he knows what makes you lose it.

"m,, fremi!" you moaned, your back arching into him. your lifted your leg a bit, rubbing your thigh on his bulge.

his breath hitched, lightly bucking up against your leg. he couldn't help it, what you do to him is too much. "ahah, naughty girl.." he smiled up at you, his lips now barely grazing your nipples.

he flicked his tongue across your hardened bud, looking you in your eyes as he did so. "ohh, fuck. keep going baby..." you whimpered, putting your hand on the back of his head; never pushing his head, though. you wanted him to set the pace.

"yeah? you like that, love?" he smiled against your tit, continuing his actions. you nodded your head, your legs now spread and begging for him to just fuck you already.

your hips grinded against nothing, the wet patch on your panties growing even more. he took notice of this and let you rub against the palm of his hand. "i know baby, i know.." he gave a quick suck to your nipple, kissing across your breasts.

"you want it now?" he knows you do, he just wants to hear you say it.

"yes, yes, yes! please baby, i need you..." you begged him. you needed him more than anything, regardless of the context. he felt the same way towards you.

"hehe, good. that's what i wanted to hear." he rubbed his bulge, tugging his boxers just below his balls. you bit your lip as you checked him out. his slim yet toned physique, and his thick cock. his size was surprising, considering his height.

"look at how wet you are, baby." he rubbed over your clothed pussy, applying just to right amount of pressure to your clit. he couldn't stop admiring how good he made you feel. honestly, it was like an ego boost to him.

he hooked his fingers over the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them off your legs. his other hand let go and pushed your thighs as far as he could up to your chest; he took that chance to move a little closer to you.

his hips slotted between your legs perfectly, his cock resting on your pussy. just the feeling of it on you drove you crazy. "fremi, pleasee!" your begging got louder, but he just wanted to see how far you could go before you're pouncing on him.

"yeah? you want it bad, my love?" he rubbed his dick up and down your slit, teasing your hole. you could feel yourself squeezing around nothing. it felt so good, you couldn't take it!

"fuck, yes, freminet! please just fuck me!" you demanded him, growing impatient with his teasing. he laughed and obeyed, placing the tip at your entrance. he could already feel how warm and wet you were, it made his cock twitch before he even put it inside.

he didn't bother asking if you were ready, it was already obvious that you were. pushing the tip in, he watched as your face contorted in pleasure. just the sight of you so broken down by him, and him alone, filled him with pride.

he went deeper, going slow at first. your whimpers and gasps made him want to cum on the spot. but he couldn't; he wanted to make sure you were satisfied first.

"does that feel nice?" he whispered, his face just inches away from yours. he could hear your moans so clearly this way, and you're so much closer to him. if he could, he'd want to be one with you.

"y-yes, please keep going baby." you attempted to keep your composure; it's been a while since you and freminet had done it, so you felt more sensitive to his touch.

"good.." he went a bit faster, his hips smacking against yours. god, he couldn't get enough of the sight in front of him. you were like a goddess in his eyes. so beautiful, so jaw droppingly perfect. like you could do no wrong.

he couldn't take his eyes off of you. the way your tits bounced up and down made him twitch. and your tummy, it was so soft and squishy. every single part of you was, and he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

he was now rutting into you like an animal in heat, his attention completely on you. "y-you're so pretty, so gorgeous." his whimpered out between breaths.

"f-fuck, love, you feel so good. you feel a-amazing.." with every word he said, you felt yourself get closer and closer to orgasm. his words always did something to you, every whisper of sweet nothings made your pussy clench and your stomach flip.

"baby! ah, k-keep going! harder!" you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. his face was stuffed into your chest, his mouth wrapped around your nipple. the vibrations from his moans made you wanna go insane.

he sucked and licked each one, drooling all over you. "a-as you wish." he pulled away and propped himself up, hammering into your beat pussy. the whole new angle had you arching your back and moving your hips with him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck baby- keep going! i-i'm so close!" he bit his lip trying his best not to cum to soon. he hooked his hands behind your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock every time he thrusts.

"mm- ah! f-fremi!" your body locked, legs shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you squeezed him so tight too, he couldn't take it anymore!

"c-cumming!" he managed to blurt out, groaning as he held you even tighter. "a-ah! (n-name)! fuck, g-good girl! you're s-such a good girl!" he was speaking nonsense, praises leaving his mouth left and right.

his thrusts slowed, coming to a stop. he laid there with you for a moment, catching his breath. he didn't want to pull out either, he wanted to stay inside you, maybe even fall asleep like that.

he kissed your cheek and regained his composure, admiring the mess he made of you. "you alright, my love?" he asked, breathless. the sight of you beneath him like this made him wanna go for a round two.

"yeah.. that was really good." you smiled up at him and sighed heavily, staring back at him. this was probably the best fuck he's ever given you. not saying that the other times were bad, though.

"i'm really tired, baby. can we.. just fall asleep like this?" he questioned, his head laying on your chest. he looked so cute like that, his big blue eyes meeting your gaze. the way he could switch between so dominant, and immediately to a cute shy boy surprised you.

"of course. anything you want." he smiled and turned you both to your sides, snuggling closer to you.

"i love you so much, my baby" you whispered to him, running your hands through his soft blonde locks.

"i love you too..." he whispered back, already sleepy from the fucking he gave you.

[b-00-biez]

Can you please do Thomas Hewitt fucking into you on the kitchen counter while nobody is at home because your ignoring him?🙏

OMG I LOVE THIS ASK, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 😻 Im going to add something extra to this hehe

"Stuffing you for lunch"

Warning:Filthy smut😻

Character:Thomas Hewitt x reader

For a few days you were ignoring Thomas. Why? a week back you had sex with him but it was so soft. He treated you like you were a porcelain doll. You were a filthy slut and he knows it, you were dropping hints at him for a month! Because of your sexual frustration you ended up ignoring the big guy. You just can't understand, he has a big dick Why can't he make you scream like the ones in his basement!

Thomas caught on 3 days after you started ignoring him. He would need a little push or a nudge for him to know why you're ignoring the man.

One afternoon Luda Mae and Hoyt were out of the house, it was just you and your boyfriend. The perfect time to show him what you meant. You put on the most sluttiest outfit you could ever own. An underwear that barely covers your pussy and ass. No bra and just a lovely floral translucent night gown. It was the perfect plan since Luda Mae and Hoyt are going to be out for 4 hours.

You baked one of your lovely pastries that Thomas absolutely loves. Thomas smelled the scent of the sweet chocolate you're whipping up. He peeked through the basement and saw what you were wearing. BARELY ANYTHING!

Thomas creeped up behind you, he alerted his presence by groaning. You turned around and saw his red face, you ignored his presence and kept making the treats. You bent over knowing he was looking, teasing him you shook your hips side to side. Oh he knows what you're doing and he is not going to be ignored any longer. He grabbed your hips and kept you in place as he started rubbing his big bulge on your ass. You were startled, he finally made the initiative to fuck you. Now you need him to be more frustrated to fuck you silly. You put your hands onto his and made his grip tighter as you grinned into hard. When you feel like he's feeling good you stopped and continued making the pastries.

You can see the sexual frustration in his eyes telling you to stop what you are doing and let him fuck you. You acted mad and turned away from him. That's it, he's had enough of this bullshit. He grabbed your hips and put his other hand around your neck with a tight grip. Oh you got what you wanted, you shouldn't regret it later.

He carried your body to the counter, roughly putting you down. He rips your night gown to reveal your beautiful breast and pussy . He ripped the thread of your underwear and hungrily stared at you. Taking in your beauty and soft skin. He slowly massages your breasts and takes off his mask. He suckles and licks on your now puffy nipple, He gently bites onto you. He placed his hands on your thighs bruising it. You looked at him in desperation, you wanted this for so long and he better give it to you hard and passionate. While he sucked both of your nipples his other hand reached for the chocolate you just made and poured it all over you.

"T-thomas?!" you looked at him shivering from the warm chocolate he just poured dripping on your breast and slowly oozing onto your pussy. He pulls down his pants and reveals his aching cock ready to go to town. He slides into you without any preparation and yelps. He starts out rough fuck your pussy and stretching it like no other as he licks off the chocolate. He pulls out making you disappointed. He was doing so well, why was he stopping now. He takes some chocolate on his fingers and fingered you fast coating your pussy with chocolate. You can't help but moan in pleasure. "Oh please Thomas! Fuck me roughly make me scream!" Oh he will. After coating you he slides back in and lifts your thighs to fuck you even deeper. You feel his giant balls slapping your ass makes it sound euphoric, Feeling your pussy getting destroyed and coated with sweet chocolate.

A knot started to form on your stomach as you feel your release getting closer. Again, he pulled out. Hes mocking you, teasing you like you did to him. He slides it into your tight asshole, you scream in pain and pleasure. He surely can't fit into you! Your ass was not prepared to take his massive cock. He starts fucking raw, chocolate going all over the counter and you screaming enough for the whole house to hear. But no one was there to hear or witness Thomas fucking both your holes.

He switched back to your cunt balls deep into you , slamming his length and girth. He rubbed circles around the puffy clit as he kissed your lips passionately. The knot on your stomach snapped as you screamed and moaned into his mouth while your pussy got stuffed with his cum. He pulls out and now you look like his type of desert he wants to eat. Oh no, Hes not done yet. His family still won't be back till 4pm. He is going to fuck you around the house for ignoring him for days.

[lyneira]

Hey, I saw you wanted some soft smut prompts!! How about Diluc’s s/o wants to body worship him as a “gift” after seeing him coming back to Dawn winery tired for multiple days in the row and she feels bad for him. Usually he’s the one that body worships his s/o but now she decided to take the reigns and be soft, slow, and sensual with him, letting him relax and showing him her love💙

Ooh, yes!! A wonderful suggestion, anon

SMUT - MINORS DNI

fem!reader x diluc / cw: body worship, blowjob, sexual intercourse

BTW plz listen to Cater 2 U by Destiny's Child, this song fits so well with this prompt

Yes, I 100% agree that Diluc would be the type to body worship his lover! He holds you dearly and loves you too much to not show that great amount of affection and appreciation for you, particularly during lovemaking.

So it's only right to reciprocate that intimate appreciation, especially after seeing how fatigued he's been from work these past couple of days.

When he comes home, prepare him a nice dinner, give him a massage, prepare a bath, and just spoil him a bit before you get down to it.

He'd likely ask why you're pampering him all of a sudden, so tell him that he's been working hard, that he's been doing an amazing job, that he deserves such care, then give him a deep kiss and he couldn't be any more in love with you in that moment.

Therefore, he's gonna slide his hands up to your waist to pull you closer and begin kissing you more fervently, so you gotta grab his arms, pin 'em down, and tell him that you'll be the one to please him tonight. He'll give you a look of intrigued surprise, but he'll oblige. With the way his cock just twitched in his pants, he decides he might as well.

Push him down to the bed, straddle his hips, and start kissing him, whispering what you appreciate about him in between kisses. While you do this, grind your own hips down onto his and you'll feel how quickly his dick will harden and poke at your bottom. And was that a soft moan you just heard from him? Good job, do it more 😏🤭

Even through kisses, you'd already be pleasing him so well that he'd want to touch you too- no, he'd need to. He'd want to return that enormous pleasure you're giving him. So he'll instinctively grab you by your hips, but you've gotta again, pin his hands down, lean your lips close to his ear and remind him that you're the one spoiling him for tonight.

Now, begin planting your kisses down his body, while continuing to tell him how much you love and appreciate him in between them. He'll begin to shiver as you traced your fingers along the scars on his skin and as you further kissed down his toned body.

When you get to his crotch, you'll be able to hear more of his sweet moans as you palm his bulge. Delightful, isn't it? But before you go on to place your lips around his tip and please him with your mouth, ask him what he wants and needs because he doesn't do it enough. He's always holding in many of his thoughts, why not allow him release them as you help him release his load?

He'll look down at you, blush vibrant on his face, desire so clear in both his eyes and from below, and he'll softly say, "I...I want you to suck me off", with a tinge of embarrassment behind it. He isn't used to being so vocal with such thoughts, but you'll soon have him accustomed to it with the pleasure you'd give him, hehe

You listen to him as you suck him off, following his "Right there's", his "Yes, please's" and the rest of his groans and moans.

And with the way you're sucking him off, tongue circling his tip and then flattening to run up and down his length, his "I want's" will soon become "I need's" as you drive him toward his high.

He'll let out one more loud groan as he pours himself onto your lips. He'll look so beautiful at it too, eyebrows furrowed deep in pleasure, lips slightly parted as he pants heavily, cheeks dusted red as his hair. Then he'll eventually look down at you, eyes hazed with lust and desperation, pleading for more.

The next "I need" that would fall from his lips would be an exasperated yet firm: "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you."

And of course, you adhere by mounting yourself once more onto his crotch, aligning your entrance to his tip. He would initially be worried about whether you were prepared to take him in already, but with the sight of your soaking wet pussy and your arousal already dripping down from your lower lips onto his thighs, he was assured there was not much to worry about.

You look into his again and you see how ready and earnest he is for you, and though you were adamant on keeping his hands still, you don't resist as he reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. Yeah, you're the one who's in charge of giving the pleasure tonight, but he wants to make sure that you feel safe and are enjoying it too.

So when you finally sink down onto him, he'll stretch you out so good. As you move up and down his length slowly, his grasp on your hand will tighten and he'll let out more moans, signalling his pleasure. Soon enough, you'll be bouncing up and down on him at a faster pace to draw out more of the wondeful sounds that he usually keeps hidden.

As he begins to reach another high, he'll say your name in between gritted teeth to get your attention, and breath out, "I need you to come with me" before removing his hand from yours to place it onto your clit. And before you can say a word, he'll start to rub circles on the bud, causing you to gasp and squeeze down on him even more.

The room was now being filled with the smell of sex, the sound of wet skin slapping, and louder moans from the both of you as you two were approaching your orgasm. And finally, with a sudden deep thrust up from him into your core, you two came together, enveloped in each other’s warmth.

You collapse onto him afterwards, all tired out. As you catch your breath, he'll begin to rub circles on your back gently, while wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you closer, and will gently smile, "You did a good job, my love. Now, it's my turn to take care of you", giving you a firm kiss to your temple.

You thought y'all were finished? Nope, he's not going through a night without giving you proper attention too! And he'll take good care of you like he always does ;)

a/n: I intended for this to be short but I just really got into it, heh. Thank you again for the nice suggestion, anon! 🤭

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[nana-kom]

hiiii I was just binge reading all your fics and I still can't get enough so I'd love to request something if you're open to it!

how about Changbin who used to work out but now he's so fat that he can barely walk or even stand up. His friends Chan and Jisung convince him to go to the gym with them (Changbin has to ride a mobility scooter instead of walking), knowing he's too fat for the equipment but thinking it'll be hot to see him try (especially with his huge belly hanging out of his gym clothes hehe).

Jeongin is a personal trainer at the gym who is secretly a feeder, and he gets really turned on trying (and failing) to help Changbin work out. Finally he rubs Changbin's belly and tells him fat piggies like him shouldn't exercise anyways, they should only relax and keep eating. Changbin gets turned on by that too.

I would looooove to read something like this in your amazing style if you want to! thank you!!!

Hiii !

I did my best I really hope you’ll like it !

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Just An Other Cheat Day

As Changbin watched Chan and Jisung lifting weights and doing their exercises, he couldn’t help but think about the good old days. He smiled, remembering the times when he used to join them as he was the leader of them. Today, he was just a spectator, much to his delight—and especially his stomach’s. It had all started subtly: skipping a day, then a week of exercises, then a month. A few cheat meals a week, then a bit more. Fast food couldn't hurt, right? Then protein shakes without going to the gym didn’t seem so bad either, maybe it was even better this way—and maybe two of them were even better. Of course, his body had started to change. Maybe he had started feeling heavier when moving, noticing his belly peeking out from under his t-shirts, and how his thighs rubbed together as he walked. Maybe his double chin was much more visible, though he tried to convince himself otherwise. And perhaps he was just at the beginning of his physical transformation.

Changbin had always loved food—no one could take that away from him—but he was also passionate about fitness. So why had he stopped? Changbin had grown tired of beauty standards and exhausting himself daily with workouts for mediocre results when his true pleasure came from a hearty meal at the end of the day. Slowly, he had given in to the joy of food—not just eating, but gorging himself. Stuffing his stomach until it was way too full to put anything else in his mouth, except for dessert. He loved dessert so much: pastries, sugar, greasy donuts—he loved to eat and gorge himself. He loved falling asleep with a full belly, gently rubbing it, not hiding the pleasure it brought him. He loved seeing his belly so full and ready to burst, and how his clothes were all becoming too tight as his body grew enormous.

At first, the changes had been subtle, but now, Changbin couldn’t hide how big, wide, and even obese he had become. He had completely let himself go, and he enjoyed every second of it. He loved struggling to get up, fitting through doors, or bending over. He loved feeling his belly hang in front of him when he walked, brushing against his legs. He loved seeing his chest get bigger, imagining trying to wear bras to relieve his back. Yes, he used to be fit and athletic, but being fat was so much more satisfying that he wouldn’t return to his old life for anything. Changbin's body has grown significantly over time, becoming large and round with noticeable weight gain. His belly is one of the most prominent features, large and heavy, hanging over his waistband, even making it difficult for him to see past it. It visibly bulges, straining against his clothes, causing his shirt to ride up, often exposing the lower part of his stomach. His chest, too, has grown softer, with his pecs taking on a fuller, rounder shape, giving them a slightly saggy appearance. His arms, once muscular, are now thick and soft, with noticeable layers of fat even on his hands. His thighs are equally large, rubbing together as he walks, and his movements have slowed due to his increased size. Every step seems labored, and even standing up from a seated position leaves him breathless, with sweat forming quickly from minimal exertion.

That morning, his two friends Chan and Jisung had convinced him to come back to the gym with them. At first, Changbin had been confused by their request since he hadn’t set foot in a gym for over a year, but his friends had been persuasive, offering protein shakes and pastries to reward him for coming along. Luckily, their gym was just down the street from their apartment. After about thirty minutes into Jisung and Chan’s workout, Changbin, who had found it increasingly hard to walk—and mainly out of laziness—had recently acquired a mobility scooter, which made getting around much easier. On his mobility scooter, his massive frame barely contained by it. His belly, impossibly large, spilled over the sides of the scooter, and his thighs pressed tightly against the seat. His cheeks were round, his double chin was more than evident now. His face was round and full, and his belly rested heavily on his lap, the scooter carrying him smoothly to the gym club as if it was his second skin.

Changbin eventually arrived at the gym, drink in hand, watching his friends do what he hadn’t been able to do in a long time. He had ridden his scooter all the way to the gym, and once he got there, it took him several long minutes to get off before sitting on a bench near Jisung and Chan, pulling at his t-shirt where his large belly was starting to peek out.

"Hyung, you should try this machine, it’s pretty easy!" said Jisung, pointing to the elliptical next to him. Changbin swallowed hard, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to get on it.

He then made his way to the machine, taking several long minutes just to get up from the bench, already sweating from the effort of standing. He tried to lift his leg onto the machine, but it was too heavy to raise that high, and his belly got in the way. He reached for his stomach to lift it, but all his efforts were only exhausting him even more. Jisung then whispered something discreetly to Chan.

"Told you, it would be hot..." he said with a smile, turning his gaze back to Changbin, who was still struggling to get on the machine and gasping for breath, too preoccupied to notice Jisung's words—or that a cute boy was approaching him.

"Need help?" came a voice from behind, and Changbin turned to face Jeongin. Changbin remembered hanging out with Jeongin a lot when he was still fit. For the past few years, Jeongin had been working here as a personal trainer, and since the last time he saw him, Changbin could definitely say that Jeongin had changed too—his arms were much more muscular, not to mention his shirt tightly hugging his abs. Changbin swallowed again, trying to catch his breath.

"I...it’s...it’s difficult to get on..." said Changbin, looking away, realizing that deep down, this situation was exciting him.

"Don’t worry, Bin, we have easier things...for people like you..." said Jeongin, biting his lip and smiling before telling Changbin to follow him into one of the small private rooms. Jisung and Chan exchanged a smile before going back to their workout, pleased that their mission had been accomplished.

Changbin arrived in a small room, which had a treadmill and some floor exercise equipment. Jeongin helped Changbin onto the treadmill and started it at the lowest speed. Soon, Changbin began to sweat, feeling his heart race faster and his breathing become short.

"Stop it...please...I can’t!" Changbin said in a panic, realizing he was about to fall. Jeongin quickly turned off the machine, and Changbin sat down on a nearby bench, catching his breath, watching the sweat drip down his body. Jeongin crossed his arms and approached him with a smile.

"Of course you can’t... piggy can’t do sports, right?" Jeongin said, and Changbin lifted his head toward him, surprised. He wasn’t sure if his heart was pounding from the exercise or because Jeongin was strangely exciting him. Changbin let out a small moan and nodded.

"I’m too big..." Changbin said, pouting slightly. Jeongin stepped closer, grabbing his chin to lift his head.

"You’re not big, Hyung, you’re enormous. Your whole body is fat, even your hands are fat. You’re a real piggy now. Sweating just from walking a little and can’t even get on the elliptical. What happened to my most faithful client, mmh?" Jeongin asked, leaning down towards Changbin before starting to touch his belly.

"I had a cheat day..." Changbin replied, watching Jeongin touch him, beginning to moan as he felt Jeongin’s hands on his prominent belly. A part of him was relieved that his belly was so big it hid his erection.

"A cheat day? I assume every day for the past few years has been a cheat day, right? You must spend your days eating and filling that belly, getting bigger and bigger. What’s your next goal, pig? Being unable to walk? Or being too fat to even feed yourself? Big boy will definitely need a hand, right?" Jeongin said, sliding his hand under Changbin’s belly to grab his member and begin stroking it.

"Please... yes..." Changbin moaned, unable to control his urges or the excitement Jeongin was creating in his body. "More..." Changbin pleaded, and Jeongin smiled.

"A pig like you always wants more, right? Don’t worry, I won’t make you exercise anymore. Now you’re going to eat for me, get bigger just for me, and I’ll help you become the hog you deserve to be," Jeongin said, increasing the pace of his strokes on Changbin’s member. Changbin cried out, filling the room with his voice before releasing his pleasure into Jeongin’s hand. Jeongin looked at him with a satisfied expression.

"You did so well for me, good boy. You seem tired from all that exercise. Let me give you a treat," Jeongin said as he stood up, letting Changbin catch his breath and regain his senses.

"I’m hungry..." Changbin said, looking at his belly, which hung over him as his shirt had ridden up completely.

"Don’t worry, fatty, I’m gonna make sure you’re never hungry by my side. Just constantly full... and horny..." Jeongin said, gazing at Changbin, who smiled, satisfied with where his future was headed by Jeongin’s side. Jeongin then smirked as he watched him struggle to catch his breath, his body trembling from both exertion and the release of pleasure. His belly jutted out heavily, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched up around his chest, exposing the soft, round expanse of his stomach. Jeongin traced a finger along the curve of Changbin’s belly, feeling the weight and softness beneath his touch.

“You did so well for me,” Jeongin say, moving to the corner of the room where a large bag of takeout was waiting since Jisung and Chan had tell him that Changbin will be here today. The rich smell of greasy food filled the air as he pulled out a massive burger, dripping with cheese and sauce, followed by a container of loaded fries and a thick, creamy milkshake. He brought them to Changbin, placing the food in front of him.

“I know you’re hungry, piggy,” Jeongin teased, pushing the burger toward Changbin's waiting hands. “I want you to eat until you’re too full to move, its a pretty good since you have this mobility scooter right ? Keep going for me, okay?”

Changbin’s eyes lit up with excitement as he reached for the burger, his hands already trembling from anticipation. He took a huge bite, moaning softly as the flavors burst in his mouth. Jeongin leaned closer, his voice low and coaxing.

“That’s it, keep eating. You’re going to get so much bigger, and I’m going to make sure of it.” As Changbin devoured the food, Jeongin continued to run his hands over the soft, swollen curve of his belly, feeling it expand with every bite.

“You’ll be completely helpless soon,” Jeongin whispered into his ear, his tone dripping with satisfaction. « Needing me to take care of you…to feed you…to satisfy all your cravings…you’ll be my perfect feedee.”

Changbin’s breath quickened as he stuffed more fries into his mouth, his stomach growing tighter, heavier, and more distended with each passing minute. His eyes fluttered shut, the overwhelming mix of fullness and pleasure leaving him dazed. Jeongin smirked, watching Changbin’s body begin to swell even more, his appetite insatiable, his need for Jeongin growing deeper with every bite.

“Good boy,” Jeongin purred. “You’re going to be the fattest, neediest pig around, and I’ll make sure you’re never without something to eat…and never without me.”

[sixpennydame]

Sailor Bestie ♥️

How are you? I hope everything's fine for you!

I missed your *Smut Dialogue Prompts* post yesterday but maybe it's not too late? If it's still ok, how about Reader saying "you taste so good" (16) to Levi?

Because we all know what is the better angle to look at him, right?😈

Lots & lots of love & hugs ♥️♥️

Hi Bestie! It's never too late - I'm always happy to write for you. <3

I hope you'll enjoy this "angle" of Levi, hehe.

Forbidden Fruit

16. You taste so good.

Levi x Fem!Reader

C/W: oral (m receiving), nsfw, minors do not interact

Your father had warned you about Levi Ackerman, the man he'd recently hired to help him with his orchard during the summer harvest season. He'd seen how you both looked at each other, eyes resting on each other just a little longer than he deemed appropriate.

"He's just a seasonal worker, darling, a brat from who-knows-where. You stay away from him," he commanded at dinner one evening.

But you couldn't resist the way Levi's blue-grey eyes followed you as you walked through the orchard, or how his hand would graze yours when you offered him a drink in the hot sun. He often preferred to be alone in his off-time, but always seemed to be around when there was a chance you'd show up.

Your father would be irate if he knew that Levi Ackerman was kissing you under a big oak tree in a far and isolated corner of the orchard, his tongue licking up the juices of a peach you had just eaten, the liquid running down your neck and chest. It wasn't the first time you two had met in this place, each time exploring each other's bodies a little bit more; hands moving under shirts, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears.

You wanted more. Needed more.

This time, your hands wander down his chest to the waistband of his pants. You play with the button the move down the zipper slowly.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks with a smirk, then pulls you further behind the tree.

"I want to taste you," you respond, pulling his pants down slightly and touching the bulge in his underwear. You fall on your knees in front of him as you pull down his boxers, his dick springing out.

He bends over slightly and lifts up your chin. "You dirty girl. What am I going to do with you?"

You look up at the ravenette, his eyes full of yearning and expectation, and lick his cock from base to tip. He hisses, then his hand rests delicately on top of your head as you take him fully in your mouth. You bob up and down and he moans; what starts as low growls are now almost whimpers as you continue to suck on his beautiful cock.

His hips start bucking against you and his hand weaves into your hair.

"So good...I can't...I just..." his hand tightens in your hair and his voice shakes as he groans. "I'm sorry...but you can take it, right?"

"Mmmhmmm," you reply, and the vibrations of sound elicit another moan from him. He's rougher now, his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You look up at him, doe-eyed, his own eyes feral and intense, until he finally closes them and bites his bottom lip.

You feel his warm cum fill up your mouth - a salty, sweet taste you've never experienced before. As he pulls his cock out of your swollen lips, you wipe the corner of your mouth.

"Levi...you taste so good..."

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[pixies-and-poets]

Donkey kong tropical freeze is such a bad game, it's not even really about playing or having fun, it's just strictly super technical and all about inhumanly perfect timing. It seems like a game designed for a cpu that has all the perfect inputs already programmed into it. Playing it as a human player is like... oh, sorry, but you didn't wait until literally the very last frame to jump off the last platform, so now your jump won't be able to cover the distance to the next platform. Sorry, try the last 2 minutes of gameplay you just did all over again! Like what kind of weird ass game devs think that's what makes a game good? Instead of filling a game with nothing but ridiculously challenging platforming that demands inhuman precision, just find ways to make it creative and interesting. I swear so many professional game devs come off like those stupid kids in mario maker who just make stupidly impossible levels where theres some secret shortcut only they know about like "hehe nobody will beat MY level" and its embarrassing. Whatever happened to the old donkey kong style of game where I remember swimming around as a cool swordfish and not worrying about my every input at rapid speed like I'm playing dance dance revolution on expert, but just exploring and enjoying the music and collecting bananas and having fun? The elitist direction of this series is so depressing.

This ask made my eyes bulge when I first saw the preview, but... while I don't necessarily agree with you, I'm gonna meet you where you are.

Tropical Freeze is a game that I think I respect more than I actually enjoy. Its music is incredible, its enemy team is about as fun as can be without actually being Kremlings, its levels are beautiful and you can play as Dixie again, AND Cranky (and now Funky). I don't know if you thought I'd find this ask insulting but I've only ever played the game twice to my memory, and I don't have a huge amount of personal attachment to it. Once, as co-op when the game was brand new, and again when it came out on Switch I did Funky Mode. Whereas I play the original SNES trilogy at least once a year. (edit: actually I'm pretty sure I've done Funky Mode twice)

Because it's been so long since I did the "normal" game, and because I played co-op, I don't have a strong remembrance of how difficult it actually is. But I do remember it being quite hard for us both. If I'm good at any games in the world, I'm fucking good at the old DKCs. I used to speedrun them, I grew up with and was molded by them. And while Retro Studio's work is built off of them, there's a slightly different feel and weight to its demands that are just different enough that I can no longer innately be an expert. (Side note, if you want a game that actually feels more similar to the old games, check out Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair!! It's great!)

So I get where you're coming from, I really do. I think TF is a masterpiece. I say that, anyway, so... Why do I never feel the urge to replay it? But honestly I think that's down to how the game feels overall, its length and level design, its overlong bosses, and not due to its difficulty, which is neither here nor there for me. ...and the fucking rocket barrel levels, I kind of hate them.

See, I do appreciate a good challenge and have played games since that I would consider far more demanding than TF. Of course many of them are indie games, or classic games. Tropical Freeze is pretty hard for a mainstream Nintendo game of the modern era, but lots of people out there love a good challenge and I think it's a good thing that Nintendo/Retro respect their players enough to issue one. Unfortunately, people who want to chill with the silly cartoon animals might end up being frustrated, BUT! That's what Funky Mode is for. It really was a genius idea. Funky Mode is like, so much more fun IMO, it really does replicate the feel I get with the original DKCs, allowing you to go faster and be more confident even if you're not that familiar with TF's level layouts. Even then, it's not totally easy- you still have to be somewhat careful and pay attention, but you can get through the game a lot faster.

And I do want to say, while TF may be the most difficult DKC game, the originals were no walk in the park either. I don't know your experience with how much you've played them, but like I said, for ME they seem easy- after all these years- but I've been around streaming communities, and communities that specifically like to do challenges and casual races, for a long time now. I've seen so many people struggle getting through DKC, DKC2 or DKC3 for the first time. I've seen people give up on doing it without save states. I've seen extremely skilled gamers get frustrated when attempting speed or challenge runs, which granted is a special case, but they have hours and hours of practice and the game meets them there and still kicks them. The DKC series has always been on the harder side, compared to something like Mario which would be the average. I know someone who, like me, has DKC2 as his favorite game ever... but still struggles while playing it. So your description of the older games seems a little rose-tinted. Maybe the early levels were all fun times collecting bananas, but tell me how much peace and vibes you really had in Snow Barrel Blast or Poison Pond or Lightning Lookout or Koindozer Klamber or Parrot Chute Panic or Toxic Tower or- (and that's not even to mention lost world levels)

TF has become a fan darling, but it's ok to not like it. That said, I think its Switch release crafted it into an ideal: a legit challenge for those who want one, and a different mode for those who just want to storm through and yet without it being a totally babymode no-brainer experience. I would like to see any future games offer a balance similar to this, if we ever get them.

....they really do gotta bring Enguarde back though, that's the important thing. I'm not kidding.

[deerlyneedy]

aww such a cute lil bunny, you can cockwarm my strap with your pretty mouth while we watch a movie or something. you can rest your head on my thigh and i promise to give you plenty head pats for being so good for me 🖤 feeling the bulge in your throat, gently encouraging you to take more and more of me <3

sounds like a very productive day sweetheart, i'm glad you had fun. i hope today was good for you, the park looks beautiful. the greenery is so pretty 🖤

as long as you're trying everyday, that's all that matters love :) how are you? how has today been? 🤍

🤤🤤

You're much too good to me, my darling fox. I think I'd cry from how sweet and tender you are. 🥺 I'll happily take all the head pat and head rubs in the world. I'd probably even fall asleep right there being a drooly mess, hehe.

I've been well, baby. Mostly a homebody today. Worked a little bit with my flowers and such. Tbh, I'm usually more of a homebody overall, you've just caught me during a more productive/energetic period ^^; I'd love to do a lot more things, but I have no one really to go/hangout with.

I hope everything is good with you too. Whatcha been up to? 🩷🩷

[multistan-247]

GUILELESS

Well.....idk why I decided to write this rn...I missed Toji? I wanted to be squished by his beefy arms and and pressed against his man tiddies? Idk. I'm just horny or lonely or it's just my hormones. This is literally being written out fo nowhere so, fluffy(?) incubi smut it is! It's kinda similar to your werewolf mate bond and stuff, but more spicier and fun hehe

Unedited. Also, soft dom Toji is >>>

Lemme know what y'all think in the comments and reblog for me lovelies <33

Characters: Incubus!Toji × Fem!reader

Tags: MINORS GTFO. (I MEAN IT) NSFW, incubi, smut, virginity loss (?), size kink dirty talking (it ain't Toji if there's no filth), soft dom, fingering, nipple play, mentions of masturbation, hickies, biting and marking, mirror sex (I cannot believe I'm writing this lmao), a lil dab of fluff, cute ass pet names

🏷️: @r1nf4iry

Frustration.

That was the only feeling occupying your body.

A beautiful man with raven hair, sharp, feline like eyes and a small scar on the edge of his lips was haunting you in your dreams since weeks.

"Hey darling."

Spoke a deep baritone, which sent a shiver down your spine.

Every night, you would find yourself on dark four poster king-sized bed with velvet covers, inside a room with blood-red walls, which seemed outwordly and posh.

Thick, stocky arms encased you in between a large chest, as his angelic face breathed down your neck.

His presence screamed danger, but you found yourself somewhat comforted around him.

You're enamoured with the way he is, the way he held himself with authority, as if he knew that he could do anything and no one, no one would be able to stop him.

He'd tease you with little touches, sweet talk and would press his lips to the shell of your ear, telling you how soft your skin was, how small and breakable you seemed under him.

The weird part?

You were never uncomfortable around him. Never. His slow, sensual touches, the shallow of the cut on his lips pressing onto your awaiting, sensitive skin made your brain go haywire, gasping and whimpering, wanting him to go further.

He wouldn't take off even a small piece of clothing from you; but he was always shirtless, muscles bulging from every corner of his body, with only a pair of black sweatpants hanging off his hips as he subjected you to his administrations.

It would depend if he'd allow you to touch him or at times he would pull you over his lap, and let you feel how you made him; his large boner pressing against your core, his lips swollen and red with the hickeys and bites he painted on your neck and shoulder.

But he wouldn't go beyond that. It was almost like he was saving you for something.

It would be nothing more than a small exchange of words, mostly initiated by you but he would put an end to that by pressing kisses against your skin.

You found yourself wanting to know why he stopped before it got out of hand. Why he was limiting himself to just touches and kisses, only on your neck, and nowhere else. Why he was on this secret mission to drive you crazy when he himself was struggling to hold himself back.

You would wake up in the morning and look at the array of purple, blue and pink marks adorning your skin as you blushed in surprise after seeing yourself in the mirror, reminding yourself that it was too real to be a dream.

You knew of his kind.

Incubi and succubi sucked off the life force from their prey as they engaged with them, but you had no signs of energy draining. Infact, you were completely fine and you were practically glowing, since many of your friends pointed it out.

Day by day, you were switching to lighter and more provocative pieces of nightwear just to feel more of his touch; shorts, a tight shirt, a satin nightgown, all without innerwear on. His eyes would gleam with knowing, because he knew he was stroking the fire inside you and making you open up and be more and more comfortable with him.

You had no sexual experience, but that didn't stop you from engaging with a healthy dose of masturbation, but these days? Nothing would give you relief. Nothing would make you feel the hot fire coiling in your belly, nor was it satisfying. Imagining and remembering his touch could do only so much, but it wasn't like the real thing. You found yourself getting turned on for the smallest of jokes, for the most stupid innuendos and you cursed yourself for it, waiting for nightime to arrive so that you could see him.

You found yourself alone, sitting on one of the stools in the bar lounge waiting for your friend to finish barfing her guts out in the toilet. She'd said no when you offered to hold her hair for her as she threw up, refusing as "the smell would be too much and then I'd have to haul your ass out instead".

The bar was relatively full but the ambience of it felt good. There were a few couples here and there and a groups of people talking and every once in a while they would laugh or shout, which would make your head turn.

Swirling the pale pink fruit punch in the glass, you downed it in one go and your eyes drifted back to the door, waiting for your friend but it looked like she wouldn't get out of there any time soon. Your mind quickly uses that opportunity to think about a certain dark-haired man who had made you restless since weeks.

The atmosphere in the bar shifted when a cold breeze of air blowed in as the door opened. You immediately feel a gaze on you, but it didn't make you uncomfortable nor was it scrutinizing. It was as if the gaze was caressing you, like a pair of hands running all over your body, over the square of your shoulders, the smooth planes of your breasts, down your ribcage to the curve of your waist and hips. It was as if you were coming undone.

Heat crawled up your butt and floods in your core and you chastise yourself, remembering that this was a public place.

To distract, you open your phone, going through the recent messages when the bartender comes upto you and slides another glass of the fruit punch with a folded note under it. You notice that the lounge is rather empty & choose not to touch the drink. Instead, you slide out the little note with a neat, manly scrawl which read:

"I knew you were special the second I laid my eyes on you. Thought I'd wait a little more but I don't think I can. Meet me near the building's exit in 2.

- The tease from your dreams"

Your heart sped up in delight, the prospect of finally learning something about him making you giddy. You knew that you shouldn't exactly be dabbling with a creature like him but your curiosity and desire won you over.

You push the black metal door open and step out into the rocky street, looking around for a sign of life but there was none. Panic flooded into your body after learning that this was a trick and before you could barge back in, the door closes with a dull bang and you find yourself trapped against it when you feel a familiar presence behind you.

It's him.

"You're really clever, little one, you know that?"

You jump at the sudden question but a feeling of satisfaction fills you when you hear his voice. You stand silently, staring at the door, desperate for him to make a move.

A half-gasp tears from you when his arms wrap around your middle, tugging you to him until you melt into his embrace. His huge figure swallows you whole (be honest, the mans so effin big), head tucked into his chest even with heels on.

You feel his hard pecs, the large structure of his body pressed against you and savour the raw warmth radiating off him. Your cheeks flush when you're made aware of the heat pooling between your thighs as you're struck by the harsh polarities between the both of you.

Big, hard and powerful, that's what he was. You recall how you fragile you were when compared to him when he held up both your hands above your head with only the press of his palms, all in contrast with your petite, softer and smaller frame.

The heat only grew when you felt the large indent of his cock against your ass.

He laughed a sensual, throaty laugh as he nuzzled into your neck, picking up the scent of your arousal.

"Does the stark polarities between us excite you, little one? Fuck. If I knew that this was all it took to arouse you I'd have done this long ago."

He pressed his body a little more against yours, the action causing you to inhale sharply.

"I have a question." You ask in a meek voice, as if he'd disappear any second if you lifted a muscle.

"Shoot." He says, his nose running down your exposed neck, planting kisses which sent small shivers down your back.

"Should I be scared of you...?"

"Toji."

A beautiful name for a beautiful man, you thought.

"What made you pursue me, Toji?" You ask, testing his name on your tongue.

You weren't prepared for the bodily reaction when you felt the slightest dig of his canines on this one particular spot on your neck when you spoke his name.

A fervent spike of heat in your pussy makes you moan softly.

"This. This connection. It feels right. Almost too good to be true." He says, his voice husky, the musk of his scent doing things to you.

"Is that why you're holding back?" You ask him, wary of his answer.

"That is exactly why I'm holding back. You're too good to be true, little one."

"Really?" You ask him in disbelief, wondering why a man like him would sought out for someone like you.

"You're testing me here, little one. If I could express half the things I want to do to you right now, you'd launch yourself to the hills."

The suggestive note in his voice had your pussy throbbing, and you gulp, ashamed to feel a dampness on your nether regions.

You gasp a little.

"Listen closely, little one. I can't hold my desire any longer. I can practically feel you throbbing so unless you want to be fucked raw on the pavement, I suggest you leave."

His tongue was filthy. And somehow that made you more tempted than you should be.

But you still did as you were told, opening the door back in and closing it, making your way into the crowd in the bar, knowing that it would be worth it.

You stir awake, sitting up on the velvet covers. Toji appears on the opposite end of the bed, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before fixating on your figure.

His jade green eyes dilate, growing progressively darker, the pupil expanding, a naughty gleam shining in them.

You chose to look away, flustered as he rakes over you from head to toe, taking in all the curves and edges of your body. The feminine lavender lingerie was light, the intricate design of it wrapping you up perfectly, the delicate lace encasing your modesty in a way that could be called guileless.

The demon in him was utterly pleased with forethought.

You giggle and slap his chest bashfully when he crawls over to you and puts you on his lap.

He promptly kisses your jaw and moves to the edge of your lips, letting his tongue dart out to lick, a small giggle leaving you.

He swallows your giggle by pressing his lips against yours, as you kiss back, feeling the scar on his lip and deepen the kiss, tilting your head and cup his warm cheeks.

He breaks the kiss and kisses down to your throat.

You hum in gratification and he takes it as a signal to continue.

He presses wet, electrifying kisses and trails it all over, till he reaches this one spot on your neck, connecting to the skin of your throat and bites it with a bit of teeth and kitten licks to soothe the bite, making you shudder.

"There you go." He whispers as he repeatedly kisses, bites and lick the raw spot on your neck and your hands sneaks into his hair, ruffling and slightly tugging on them.

His chest vibrates with a purr and he bites more sharply than before and licks it roughly, sucking on your skin happily, undoubtedly leaving a huge mark.

A shocked moan leaves your mouth as you cream in your panties.

"I- what just happened-"

"Relax, little one. It's okay."

"But- but I just came-"

"Yes, I know little one. That's another physical sign that you're my Gift other than the pheromones." He says, nuzzling in your neck and instantly, you relax.

"Why do you insist on calling me as your "Gift"?"

You pose him a simple question.

"You see, little one, in rare cases, incubi and succubi have mates, supposedly our other half, designed by our creator. The spot I left a hickey right now is where I mark you. I haven't marked you yet. I won't force you to be mine, and if you don't want to do anything with me and my kind, I will walk away and leave you under my protection. It's your choice."

He knows that he answered all your questions, ones that didn't needed answers. He was giving you a choice.

"So you've accepted me? Why?"

A small frowns etches into his face at your question.

"Why? I've accepted it for who you are. You're mine, little one, but it's your decision to take if you want me or not. It's not usual to have a mate, a chosen one who is made specially to cater each other's needs. Someone who fills your other half and makes you whole."

"Woah." You say aloud.

"B-but- I don't even know your last name." You stutter, still processing the onslaught if information he fed you.

"Zen'in. I know, little one. Please don't feel pressurized to answer that question." He says, motioning you to sit in the space between his legs.

He reassures you with his words, acknowledging that you might be shocked with all this new information, and brushes your from your face. Pressed up against him like this, you weren't sure if you wanted to stop seeing this familiarly unfamiliar man. It felt like you'd known him all your life and he had no ill intentions towards you either. He even gave you a choice for you to accept him, as you began to think, basking under his wandering touch.

"T-Toji-" you whimper his name, when his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs.

He takes his sweet time exploring all your skin, appreciating the dips and curves of of your body leaving nothing untouched. He doesn't let go; it's almost as if he couldn't get enough of you. It made your head spin, made you want more.

Without your notice, you'd surrendered to him. You were letting him do whatever he wanted, as long as he touched you. You were in a haze, a haze fuelled by his touch and his touch alone.

Soft breathy moans and whines filled the room.

Yours.

Toji was doing this on purpose, letting you hear your needy grouses as he lets his hands do whatever they felt like.

He was dangerously silent, his heavy breaths and the hard press of his rock hard erection between your rump the only thing you could concentrate on as the blistering heat between your legs grew.

Your hips juts unconsciously, yearning for friction but a deep growl rumbles from him in warning, his hands wounding tighter around you.

Your thighs trembled like leaves as his fingers drew circles, before slapping and squeezing them, plucking a cry of shock from you.

Your breasts felt heavy, pert nipples hardening under your bra, begging for attention, for contact.

"Does this feel good, Y/n? Does it feel nice to be touched like this?"

"Yes." You answer with a soft hum following behind.

Your belly palapitates when his large, veiny hands slither down your ribs and plays with the lining of your panties.

"You've wet yourself." He says, noting the damp little patch on the thin material.

It takes everything in you to stop yourself from moaning embarassedly when his slightly cold, calloused fingers parts your lips, brushing your soaking wet cunt as he pulls them out for you to see.

"You see that? See how wet you are?" He asks, rejoicing the breakout of goosebumps down the side of your face as he whispered in your ear, splitting his slick-coated fingers with the shining web of your arousal.

His knuckle grazes your clit. You just struggle against him, whining, wanting him to go further as he repeats this action until you can't take it anymore and moan out and loud for him to hear.

"Ahh- Toji-"

"Has anyone touched you like this before?" He asks, suddenly, and you could swear you heard a side of jealousy in his words.

"N-no. Only my fingers." You admitted.

"Good."

He was pleased to learn that you knew how to pleasure yourself. It mattered to him more than he thought it would.

He tugs your clit, rubs it, draws rough circles on it and you feel your walls contracting as pleasure fills your senses. You held your breath as his middle finger sneakily enters you and the grind of his thumb goes rougher as he stretches your walls with his thick digit.

His figure swallows you whole, fingers languidly doing their work, but he pulls out only for a second just to trace his fingers on your panties, and they just-

- disappear.

"Perfect." He grins and goes back, fucking your pussy open.

He folds your leg and places it to the side of this thigh, making sure your feet is blocked by it and does the same with your other one, which prevents you from closing your legs.

You could almost cry with how wet you were. Thick, sticky juices begin to coat your walls, a sinful squelching noise echoing in your ears as he stretches you deep, reaching places your small fingers couldn't reach.

When his middle finger comes in contact with a spongy spot, you almost thrash, crying at the sensation washing over your body.

The muscles of his bare body dig into you, reminding you of hard and powerful he was against your small fragileness.

"Shh. Relax, Y/n. Relax and let yourself loose into it, sweetheart. I've got ya."

He says, and your body relaxes into the sound of his words, soft whines leaving your lips everytime he would stop moving. Your fingers dig into his forearm wrapped around your middle, unable to control the moans which seemed quite intent from breaking free from you.

"That's right. You're enjoying it so much, aren't ya kitten? Why don't you look down for me? Look how your greedy little pussy is swallowing my finger, yeah?"

Hesitantly when you do as he says, almost gasping with the way his long finger disappeared into you, whining when the fingertip brushed against that spot again.

"Fuck. I knew you were special, Y/n. Right when I saw you in that pretty white dress in that birthday party. A fucking angel between the crowd of sinners. Not that I'm a saint, but I wished I could be that dress. So fucking much."

Your breath hitches when his hands reach for your bra.

"Relax, sweetheart. I won't hurt ya. I wouldn't even be able to hurt you even if you weren't my little Gift."

"Why?" You ask, curious even in your lust-filled haze.

It was a simple question, one Toji didn't mind answering as he continued to add another finger inside you as he hears your gasp.

"You're one of those. You're one of those humans who manage to have a ray of hope in then even when their life is in shambles, the ones who are often the most wonderful people but also the ones who suffer the brunt in life, but you eventually come out victorious. That's what makes you so special, and your life force never drains."

The sincerity in his voice warms your heart, the blush deepening in color when he eases the cups of your bra aside, hard peaks stiffening in the cold air.

"You're way more beautiful than I imagined."

He says, breathless as he meets your eyes in the mirror which has suddenly apparated in front of you.

"Toji-" you start, shying away but he shushes you by bringing his fingers back into you.

"Just watch, little one. I want you to know how good this can feel." He says, watching with hooded hues.

So, you watch. You watch as his fingers disappear into your red, swollen pussy and moan his name as he takes your nipple between his pointer and middle finger and tugs on it with titillating eyes, as you bite down on your lip.

"You're practically begging me to ravage you on the bed if you're gonna continue doing that."

You blush even more if possible.

A pleasurable, sweet kind of pressure starts to build in your lower stomach, as his fingers keep fucking you, his other hand playing with you, alternating between your tits and clitoris.

Just when you think you're on the edge, he pulls out his fingers, a small protesting whimper leaving you.

"Suck." He orders, bringing his slick-coated fingers to your bottom lip.

You do as told as your decadent lips wrap around his fingers, hot mouth licking his fingers clean of your own essence, maintaining his gaze in the mirror.

"You're naughtier than I thought, kitten. Maybe you and I are meant to be afterall." He grins, pushing his fingers back in, hitting your g-spot again.

He gazes at your quivering body in the mirror, knowing you were ready to release for him.

"Look at me in the mirror, kitten. Look how I'm playing with you and you're enjoying it. So fucking much."

"Your greedy little pussy is so tight around my fingers."

"Look at that needy cunt, making a mess on the sheets as I fuck her with my fingers. Your nipples don't seem to soften at all. Do they need some attention too?"

He keeps breathing filthy words as such into your ear, reducing your thinking capacity to nil.

You feel your pussy contract repeatedly as the blistering heat in your tummy begins to release, your arousal getting syrupy and Toji adds his thumb to the mix, hitting your g-spot and flicking your clit all at the same time, earning a loud moan from you.

"Look in the mirror, sweetheart. Look how you're coming undone on my fingers. Why don't you let go for me, yeah?" He whispers, as his other hand palms your tits and pinches your nipple, the combined effect of it all making you orgasm violently on his fingers.

He lays you back on the bed as you recover from the orgasm, hovering above you and kisses your temple, fusses with your bra and pulls it back on your chest.

"Yes." You say shyly.

"Yes what?"

"I'd like to be yours, dummy."

He pecks your lips almost lovingly and tucks your hair behind your ears, the proximity making your cheeks flush.

"That's fucking wonderful, then. Now let's get you to sleep. I'll take you out on a real date tomorrow. Do something without involving dreams for once and approach you normally, yeah?"

He says smiling, as you nod a yes.

You lull to a peaceful sleep, as Toji hovers above you, lightly threading his fingers in your hair as your eyes shutter close.

© 2021 all rights to multistan-247 - don't copy or modify.

Seriously bro, I'm sure you're better than that. You got your own brain for nothing then :D

[iwanttogivebirth]

Imagine a couple both being pregnant and gently pressing their tummies together and taking turns kissing their and rubbing their bellies with each other and when they go into labour they are both scared and nervous but keep helping each other through and once their babies are born they help clean off the babies and gently cuddle together living in pure bliss and happiness

Omg that's so cute I'd love to be in that type of situation

There I see her my beautiful wife with our little one in her as she relaxes on the couch, her full term belly weighing her down as I try to sneak behind her to surpise her "it's uselesss hun you can't be sneaky with a full term belly" she says as I approach her from behind.

"Damn it, I was hoping to catch you off guard" I say as I slowly sit next to her before feeling a kick "oh my god oh my god babe!!! It kicked" I say as I raise my shirt exposing my belly, her hands going to my belly right as the baby stops kicking she chuckles before kissing my belly.

I blush deeply as my hands go towards her pelly patting it and rubbing it before I kiss her lips "I love you so much, I wouldn't want to be having babies with anyone else in the world" I say making her blush this time as we begin cuddling each other and rubbing each other's gravid belly.

one week later

I grunt as I pull myself into a squat while holding on to our bed, my pussy beginning to bulge painfully "hooo you're hnnng doing so g-good hun huuuuu" my wife stutters out through the pain as her own baby is about to crown, even though she's in a much more advanced stage of labour she's still there for me.

"hmmmmnnnghuh" I grunt as I push, while I wait for my next contraction my wife pushes again "mmmmnnnaaaah it buuuurns" she whimpers as the head reaches it's widest point and she fall to her back, I quickly put one hand on her penireum for counter pressure while the other I help her lips stretch.

I start to feel the need to push again but I need to be there for her "hooo hooo hooo hnnnnnghaaAAAH" she yells as with the next push the head pops out of her, while she rests as the baby turns I push again "MMMnnnnnguuuuh huuuh" I groan as my pussy begins to painfully stretch.

My wife's hand goes for mine as we prepare to push together "Haaaaaaaaannmmmmmghhaaaah haaa haaa" she pants out as her baby slides out of her , it's a girl! I push silently before my baby starts crowning "huuuh ooooh god it's g-gonna split me in haaaa-half hoooo" I whimper as my pussy lips burn with incomprehensible pain.

As I prepare for the next push my wife goes to my pussy to help me stretch as she pleasures me, the umblical cord still hanging out of her battered and sore cunt "huu thank you babe" I cry out before I start pushing again "hold on hun don't push too hard, you need to take this slowly, the head's big your labia neets time to stretch" she says to me.

I pant and groan as she massages my sore lips to help them slowly stretch around my babies head "alright sweetie give me a small push" she says, I obey her as I push "huuu hnnnngh" the head comes halfway out as I whimper in pain "you're doing so good hun don't worry, next push and the head will be out" she says picking up her baby and nursing her.

"mmmmmmnnnnghhhhaaaa" I groan as the head comes out with a gush of fluids, I hold on to the side of the bed with one hand as I wait for the baby to turn, my othe hand going to the head dangling in between my thighs "huuuuuuuummmmmmggghOOOOOOOH huuu huuu" I yell and pant as with one big push the baby pops out as I quickly catch him, it's a boy!

My wife scoots closer to me as she feeds and cleans her baby "you were amazing hun, so strong" she says as she approaches my lips for a deep kiss, I lean into the kiss as I let my own baby suckle on my milky nipples "not as amazing as you babe, you were there for me while you crowned" I say snuggling up to her as I clean my baby, can't wait to do this again.

thanks for the request it was loads of fun to write hehe

[fuwushiguro]

AWWWWWWWWWWW BBY CONGRATS CONGRATS im so happy for u💖💖💖

and for ur event, what about kiri being a personal trainer? that would be hot hehehe 🙈🔥

lots of kisses 4 u <3

Notes: AAAAA twinnie!!! Thank you so much 🥺 I've never written Kiri before so I hope this is okay hehe 💕

Warnings: Dubcon, Dry Humping, Exhibitionism, Teasing

PT!Ejiro Kirishima x f!Reader

He's had a crush on you for the longest time. It musn't have been very obvious to you, because if you suspected anything he doubts you would have willingly subjected yourself to him being your trainer.

You were used to coming to the gym alone. Often opting to do cardio over anything else. You saw Kirishima around the gym and always smiled to him. One day when you got on the treadmill you noticed a new marketing campaign on the electronic screens. You saw his face, his details, information about him. The gym was clearly trying to push personal training onto their clients. Normally you wouldn't pay attention, but... God he's cute. What a lovely photo of him, how haven't you noticed how cute he is before? You wrote down his details for later.

He almost choked on his drink at around 9PM that evening when the message came through. How is it possible to sound so cheery through text? You were asking if he could train you! It was like a dream come true! Of course, he'd be happy to do it! He'll even give you a free trial...

He found out pretty quickly that you wanted to add weight lifting to your training. You were sick of just doing cardio. After a few weeks went by, you were practically seeing him everyday of the week. Your sessions together were the best part of his day.

"I can't do it Kiri!" you huffed, completely frustrated that you were struggling doing deadlifts. Your legs were hurting too much.

"Yes you can! I know you can!"

"I can't really I can't..."

A beat of silence went by. You took a hearty swig from your water bottle as he contemplated what he should do next. He almost salivated at the sight of you guzzling down your drink. Water leaking out of the corner of your mouth. He held his eyes shut and composed himself, God forbid he get a hard on right now.

"Let's stretch some more, yeah?" Kirishima suggested. You shook your head.

"It's so embarrassing in front of everyone..."

He scoffed out a laugh at that. What's so embarrassing about stretching? But this might work to his advantage... Finally an opportunity to get you all alone. His finger performed a 'come hither' motion as he exited the main gym, you followed obediently. You found yourself in the yoga studios, he just so happened to have a spare key. He even locked the door after you. You know, so no one would walk in and make you feel embarrassed.

You aren't sure why you were so surprised that he was so limber. He is a personal trainer after all. But when you voiced your surprise, he told you that he takes yoga classes too. You feel so very lucky to have such a talented PT.

He's losing it. He's totally losing it because your body is so beautiful when you're following all of the poses and stretches he's telling you to perform. He needs to keep it together. He needs to. He can't. He can't... He won't.

"Come here for me sweetheart." he instructs.

This is new. His arms are wrapped around your torso. Your back is being held tightly against his chest. Is he trying to correct your posture? You go along with it for a little while. Your eyes bulge when you realise what's going on. A deep grunt erupts from his chest directly into your ear as he gyrates his hips slowly against your ass. His dick hardens perfectly between your cheeks. You try to pull away, but he's too strong for you.

He's even too strong with one hand wrapped around your torso. He moves his other to find your cunt above your lycra leggings. The moan that erupts from him as he discovers how wet the area is makes slick pump out of you almost instantly. Is your intimate area sweaty from working out or are you just so wet for him already? It's both.

"Kiri..." you mewl, matching his movements. So you're into this too after all? That's all he needs to hear. He spins you around and kisses you deeply. You want him too, it's so messy and heated. He helps lower you to the ground.

You're on your back with your legs spread wide for him. Kirishima grinds his cock against your damp crotch and the feeling is ecstacy. It doesn't matter that you've both got clothes on. This is enough. He sucks and bites at your neck. He knew you'd have pretty moans.

"Waited so long for this baby." he admits. You giggle at that. "You're so noisy... super sensitive huh?" he asks. You nod. It's embarrassing, but it's been so long since you've been touched. You're so desperate and needy.

"'m gonna... gonna..."

"Do it. Cum for me princess." he hums into your ear.

"Nngh!" you were powerless to his words. The way his fat cockhead perfectly nudged at your clit even through his shorts. You didn't stand a chance at holding out any longer. His large hand forced your face to his so he could kiss you through your orgasm. He digested your moans, he'd been waiting for them for so long.

"What would people think if they walked in on you getting dry fucked in the yoga rooms?" he teased.

He rolled off of you onto his back. He wanted to cum, so badly. But he couldn't. He couldn't be dealing with his work shorts filled to the brim with his sticky backed up load for the rest of his shift. He's got you now, doesn't he? You'll let him have you again. He's sure you'll be kind enough to relieve him when his shift is over. He doesn't know how he'll get through it. None of his clients are as fun as you...

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

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