#nsf/w

[heesngirl]

── ﹙✧﹚Heeseung - f. reader, ovulation/fertility topics, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink (mild), baby-making topic, passional stuff, cum, mdni.

Babies? Not exactly my thing. But Lee Heeseung as a dad? Or just wanting a baby? Now that’s a plot twist I could get behind. Like… maybe the idea isn’t that bad after all.

You’ve both been in bed for a while now, naked, wrapped in the quiet warmth of the room. The soft, dim light brushes over your skin as you kiss with that kind of surrender that only comes from a love as deep as yours. Your bodies are intertwined, pressed together so intimately that there isn’t a single space between you. He holds you close against his chest, his hand slowly tracing the curve of your waist, your ribs, your bare back. And you hold him just as tightly, your legs tangled with his, your skin buzzing under every touch.

His lips brush against yours again and again. The kisses are sweet, slow, soft… but full of a desire that keeps growing, wrapping around the two of you little by little. There’s no rush, but there is so much need. You’ve both been waiting for this, talked about it so many times, and now—finally—the moment is here. This time, there would be no condom, no holding back. You’re in your fertile days, and you both know it.

“Our moment is here…” he whispers against your mouth, looking at you with a tenderness that warms you more than any touch.

His hands glide up to your chest, tracing the shape of it with trembling, reverent fingers, and his tongue returns to your mouth just as his body starts pressing against you with more intent. You feel his hard, hot erection rubbing against your belly. The way he moves, the way he touches you, the way he breathes over you… everything tells you he’s just as excited as you are.

His fingers slip down between your legs, sliding easily between your wet lips. He starts rubbing you in slow, circular motions, caressing your clit with such delicious gentleness. You moan softly into his mouth, and he smiles faintly, resting his forehead against yours as he keeps touching you.

“You’re so wet…” he murmurs, his voice rough, warm, thick with desire. “I love knowing your body wants this too. I want to see you pregnant, baby. Fill you up and watch our baby grow inside you.”

Hearing him say that makes you shiver. There’s no vulgarity in his words—only raw, emotional, honest need. And you feel it too. You look into his eyes and feel like you could cry from how much you love him.

“You’re going to be such a beautiful mom…” he goes on, slowly sliding his fingers along your entrance and pulling them out, soaked with you. “I’m going to take care of you every step of the way. I’ll be there for everything, you won’t be alone for a second.”

“I love you so much ~” you whisper through your moans, caressing his face, his neck, his chest. “I want this baby with you, Hee. I want it so badly.”

And that’s all it takes.

Heeseung moves carefully, kissing you softly as he settles between your legs, positioning himself right where you need him. He opens you up with his hands on the inside of your thighs, parting you gently but firmly as you look up at him, heart pounding in your throat. His gaze travels across your whole body, and when he aligns himself with you, you feel the tip of his cock brush against you—hot, firm, aching.

“Let me do it, darling. Let me give you everything. I promise… I’m going to make you a mom tonight,” he murmurs, eyes locked with yours.

Then he presses in slowly, pushing with his hips until the tip begins to slide inside. Your body takes him in right away—warm, ready, eager. He sinks into you little by little, feeling you wrap around him from the inside, groaning softly against your neck, trembling from how intense it all is.

There's no rush, only depth. A connection that goes beyond sex. It's love, it's surrender, it's creation.

Heeseung sinks into you with reverent slowness, as if every inch he advances is part of an intimate ritual that only the two of you understand. The pressure at first makes you let out a shaky sigh, the muscles in your belly tighten as you feel him open you from within, filling you little by little until there's no space left between his body and yours.

He stays like that for a moment, completely buried, his eyes closed, his forehead against your neck, as if he needs to imprint that sensation on his memory: your heat, your wetness, the way your insides wrap around him with hunger. Then, slowly but firmly, he begins to move. Each thrust is measured and deep. There's no frantic rhythm or careless movements. Only that gentle, purposeful back and forth motion, as if he wants to imprint his presence inside you. Your body arches beneath his, each new entrance making you grip tighter on his shoulders, his back, anything you can reach.

Your legs close around him, imprisoning him with need, wanting to feel him deeper. Your hips lift to seek him out, to beg him for more without a word. And he understands. He pushes harder, deeper.

His mouth trails over your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. He licks, kisses, bites you with overwhelming tenderness, with physical devotion. He feels every moan that escapes you vibrate on his tongue, every shudder of yours echo down his spine. Beads of sweat begin to pearl on his back, and yours trickle down your temples, as the heat between your bodies becomes thick, wet, and inevitable.

He watches you from above, his chest heaving, his lips parted, his gaze filled with something so deep you can barely hold it. His thrusts become more intense, with that measured force that hits just where it should, again and again, without missing a beat, without losing control. The wet sound of his pelvis colliding with yours fills the room, along with the faint creak of the mattress and your labored breathing. His fingers move down between your bodies, diligently rubbing your clitoris in gentle but precise movements. Your thighs tremble at the touch, your lips parting to release sweet, uncontrollable moans, while the pressure inside you grows relentlessly. You feel each movement pushing you closer to the edge. Your pussy throbs, clamping tighter around him.

Heeseung grabs your waist and thrusts deeper, harder. Your breasts jiggle with each thrust, your nails scratching his back, unwilling to hold back. His mouth seeks yours and he kisses you hungrily, his tongue delving deep inside, as if he needs to taste you from the inside out. The kiss becomes wet, clumsy, wild, made of shared gasps and stolen breaths. He doesn't stop. He keeps caressing you between thrusts, sending shivers from your neck to your belly. Your body reacts with sweet spasms, and everything in you screams that you're about to explode. Your legs tremble, your muscles tense, and your insides throb.

He knows it. He feels it in the way you squeeze him, the way your body curves for him, the way your hips crave more. He feels it in the way you hold him wordlessly, as if you're wordlessly begging him not to stop. And he doesn't. He keeps thrusting into you with controlled force, with depth, with absolute surrender. His entire body vibrates on top of yours, and in that last series of movements, it becomes impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The room is permeated with the scent of sex, of skin, of desire pent up for days, weeks, maybe a lifetime. Heeseung's body moves over yours with a cadence that's no longer slow, but not desperate either. It's precise. Calculated. Each thrust hits deep, wet, with that muffled sound of skin against skin and juices mingling relentlessly. Your body opens for him again and again, trembling under his weight, receiving him with the same fierce love with which you hold him.

Your thighs tremble each time he thrusts deeper, your back arches, your breasts rise toward his sweaty chest, and your throat releases a moan more broken than the last. Your insides squeeze him, suck him in, recognize him. Each movement feels like an exquisite invasion, wet and hot, as if your body wants to hold him until he can no longer escape you.

He sits up slightly to get a better angle, holding your hips to thrust harder. He impales you with his hard, swollen, hot cock, entering with a sound as dirty as it is pleasurable. And you let him, watching him from below, your eyes clouded with pleasure, your mouth half open, your chest rising and falling as if you're struggling to breathe through all the sensation.

"You're... so tight and wet," he gasps, his voice cracking with the effort, his eyes fixed on how your body swallows him whole. "You feel so good~"

He moans softly, without shame. His pelvis slams against the most sensitive area of your vulva with a steady rhythm, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. The wet, sticky sound of his cock sliding inside you, drenched in your juices, drives him wild. He lowers his mouth to your breast, circling your nipple with his hot tongue before sucking hard, making you moan louder, your back arching, seeking more contact, more friction, more of everything. Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, and your nails dig into the back of his neck, without thinking, without holding back.

Your body begins to shake with small waves of anticipation. Your clitoris throbs, your inner walls throb around his cock as if you're about to cum... but it's not yet time. He knows it, he prolongs it, he savors it. Without slowing the rhythm of his thrusts, his hand slides between your bodies again and caresses your clit with his thumb, in slow, firm circles, as he fucks you with increasing intent. Your moans become more erratic, short, and muffled. You're coming undone.

"Look at me, I want to see those beautiful eyes when you cum on my cock," he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours.

Your eyes meet, and the world disappears. Your hips move against his, responding desperately. Your pussy squeezes him, your hot, rubbery walls squeezing him with such intensity that he curses softly against your neck, barely able to contain himself.

"Don't stop, please ~ I need you so badly." you beg him in a breathy moan, your voice trembling with need.

And he keeps fucking you with a steady rhythm, with dirty love, with absolute devotion. Each thrust makes your insides burn, your body jerk involuntarily. The pressure in your lower abdomen is no longer subtle, it's intense. An unstoppable buildup that's devouring you from within. The bed creaks beneath you, the wetness overflows. Your gasps mingle with his moans, his stifled grunts, your ragged breaths, your lips searching for each other between abrupt movements. His tongue returns to your mouth and he kisses you with fury, with desperation, with savage tenderness. You give him everything. And so does he.

"I want to feel it... all of you," you murmur barely between the kiss.

Heeseung takes one of your legs, pulls it towards your chest, and adjusts himself better, entering you more deeply, reaching you where no one else has reached. Your body reacts with a violent spasm, your neck jerks back, and he takes advantage of it to kiss your throat, your chin, the hollow of your collarbone. He's about to explode, and so are you.

But neither of them wants it to end yet. And there they remain. Sweating, soaked, fused into each other, resisting orgasm just to keep feeling.

You feel completely filled, occupied by him in the most intimate and profound way possible. Your body is aching with the promise you've both been yearning for, and Heeseung feels it too; every inch of his skin pressed against yours, every thrust wrapped in warmth and destiny. His chest brushes against yours as he holds you devotedly, his forehead barely touching yours between shared gasps, and his mouth continues to seek you out, as if needing you is vital.

Your legs wrap around his hips once more, but he's quick to part them, holding them firmly from behind beneath your knees to open you completely before him. His gaze drops to where his cock fills your hole, and he lets out a low groan as he thrusts into you again. Your entire body arches in response, and you feel your back arch beneath him as you cum around him. But Heeseung doesn't stop there, not even when he hears you whimpering from the overstimulation.

His hands travel down your thighs to your waist, and suddenly he slides them under your hips, lifting you with ease. He holds you in the air, making you hover slightly off the bed, your legs spread and raised, your buttocks suspended between his warm palms. In that position, each thrust takes him deep inside you, drawing sweet, ragged gasps from you.

Your pussy embraces him, still sensitive from your orgasm, throbbing with each wave of heat that courses through you. He grunts as he feels you tremble, thrusting harder, more raw, but without losing the intoxicated rhythm of passion. He fucks you like this, his hips thrusting into yours again and again, until you're both on the brink.

Then you feel him tense. His fingers grip your skin tighter, his hips slam into you one last time, and with a broken groan, he spills himself inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum, so deep, as if his very soul were emptying itself into your body. Your body jerks, your walls contract violently, and the heat that floods you leaves you breathless, your chest heaving and your eyes closing from the impact of everything you've just shared.

But he doesn't pull out right away. He stays there, soaking your insides as his body shudders against yours, and then, gently, he lowers you to the mattress. He slowly pulls out of you and carefully takes your ankles and brings your legs together, lifting them back into the air. His hands firmly grabbing your ankles, keeping them raised, exactly as the doctor had suggested. And you let him, your body still vibrating with pleasure and your mind intoxicated by the idea that you would surely get pregnant this time.

He looks down at you, still holding your legs, kissing your knees, your thighs, your sweat-damp abdomen. And he stays there, holding you like that, making sure every drop of him stays where it belongs. Where you both crave it so badly.

© heesngirl ★

[callistoscorner]

found my harness ✨

[sanguinesweets]

okay but

(tomas vrbada x reader, or rather reader x tomas vrbada, bjs under the cut)

minors dni, etc.

• Getting some alone time with Tomas in his quarters after he's been away on business for a while

• Things getting hot and heavy, and pawing at his erection through the fabric of some rather thin grey sweatpants

• His grayish blue eyes rolling back, it's been ages since he's felt your touch

• Stroking the outline of his cock with your fingers teasingly, slipping a tongue into his mouth as you kiss him deeply

• Coming away for air as he moans softly; he's trying so hard not to be too loud and possibly alert others to your activity

• You lock eyes with him as you move downward, dipping your hand into his underwear and pulling out his swollen length

• The pleading look in his eyes is intoxicating, you know what he wants, and you're going to give it to him.

• Laying your tongue flat, your lick a slow strip up the base of his cock, flitting at the head teasingly before coming back down

• His chest heaves, and though no noise escapes his mouth, you know he's struggling to contain himself

• You continue these licks a few times before locking your lips around his tip, and taking him whole.

• His fingers curl into the bedsheets below you, and you stare up into his lust-filled gaze as a low groan escapes his clenched teeth

• Hollowing out your cheeks, you fit him in more, quicker, and continue to pump him at the base as the tip of his cock hits the back of your upper palate. Salty precum mixes with your saliva, and you moan around his girth, looking up at him with desire.

• "Fuck, (Y/N).." He curses, whispering through gnashed teeth, slapping a hand over his mouth as his cheeks flush a deeper red.

• His hips buck into your mouth, and you pick up the pace, matching his shallow thrusts with every movement of your fingers, your lips, your tongue.

• His fingers curl into your hair, shaking as he leads you further towards the base of his cock, and you swallow around him as you feel him getting closer.

• His eyes roll back further when your tongue pays closer attention to the swollen head of his erection, urging him with flicks of your tongue and quicker flicks of your wrist.

• He mumbles something in Czech, an uncontained, breathy moan following as his legs shake beneath you. Salty, bitter come coats your tongue, and you slurp it up as you pump him slowly through his climax.

• His chest heaves, and his cheeks and lips are rosy from your activities.

• "Welcome back," you manage after a quick lick of your lips, rising from your position between his thighs.

• "If that's how I'm going to be welcomed every time, perhaps I should go on longer missions a little more often," he teases, pulling you in for a kiss.

[lips4-apocalypse]

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[onyx-syn]

How LA! Buggy reacts when you give him head vs him giving head

Warnings: Smut, Usage of Devil Fruit Powers, Female Reader, Female Receiving, Blowjobs, Pussy eating, Some Handjobs, Flirting, Some Degradation, blood mention, Unprotected Sex, Praises, and Pet Names

*Don't steal my writings and claim it as your own*

*18+ Only*

A/N: SO ITS BEEN A WHILE SJXNWJJD I KNOW. I've been busy a lot lately and lost a bit of motivation too, but I'm slowly getting back into the groove of things! So take this 💙🌹

Buggy

Receiving Head

🌹 Oh the clown of many talents and tricks. Always up to put on a show for his dear beloved fans. But, can he handle the extravagant talent of your mouth sucking skills? On himself nonetheless? Now that, is something he has to see with his own eyes

🌹Buggy himself Is more of a receiver than give in general so when you're giving him head, he feels like he's in paradise. He feels like the biggest super fan of yours when you give such a show, making him feel an assortment of different emotions, overriding him with pleasure

🌹At first when you brought the idea to him, he thought you were just playing around and teasing him, you didn't actually want to suck a ugly looking clown off now do ya? Well, surprisingly enough for him you did want to

🌹This big esentric clown who would torture anyone that stood in his path, was now puddy in your grasp, feeling your ‘lovely’ touch on his cock. It's such an unnatural state to see him in, but you aren't against it

🌹 Buggy's body is sensitive to your touch, shivering as he melts into your touch. The underside of his cock and tips leaves him in a state of ecstasy as you give those parts attention with your lips and mouth. The tip and underside of his cock are so sensitive to him, if you put most of your attention onto them Buggy’s hand will grasp the back of your head trying to settle down your movements but not entirely stopping you either. He loves the thrill of teasing from you when it comes to pleasuring

🌹Buggy grits his teeth, trying to hold back any moans or groans from leaving his lips but it's no use. If you two are in a isolated place, or in a private area such as your quarters, he'll be whimpering, begging and mewling for you to keep going, despite cursing to himself at the fact that he's begging for you

🌹He’s definitely down whenever you now bring up the idea of giving him head, he’s in love with it. Feeling your warm mouth covering him, it’s almost like cockwarming but better (he would tell you this with a cheeky grin). He tries to have some control when you go down on him, he doesn’t want everyone to think he’s some bottom ‘bitch boy’, but you dearly know the all so truth of how he truly is when he’s alone with you

🌹Feeling your tongue slide up the underline of his cock, all the way up to his tip sends shivers down this man spine it's unbelievable

-“F-fuck fuck fuck…” Buggy says aloud, gritting his teeth.

His knuckles become white from gripping his thrones armrests, the wood chipping off from the strength of his hands.

He throws his head back in ecstasy. His Adam's apple bobbing; huffs and low groans leave his red smeared lips, feeling his body become a puddle in your hold.

He feels your hand wrap around the base of his muscled flesh, stroking it softly. It sends shock waves to Buggy above you, as he grips the back of your head pushing your head further into his cock. He can feel your wet lips wrap around his flesh, your tongue swirling around the muscle, teasing the underside of his tip.

His attention snaps back down to you, eyes fluttering to stay open. The pressure in his stomach tightens. His chest rising up and down as the pleasure takes over him.

His fingertips start to massage your scalp, bringing a light mewl out of you around his cock. “That's it”, He whispers, huffing a chuckle before hissing. You licked a pretty sensitive spot of his cock, where a redden vein was at.

“You're doing such a good job sweets… so… so good, shit” He tells you truthfully, feeling the pleasure overrun him.

He grips that back of your head tighter, pushing you down more until your nose is curled in his blue locks at the base of his cock. You can hear the clown rumble out a dark chuckle.

“That's it, that's a good showstopper~”

Your tongue swirl around his veins, tickling them with the small bumps of your tongue. The feeling was unimaginably filled with euphoria for Buggy, gasping at the feeling.

The pleasure built up in his stomach releases, coating your mouth in his liquid. He tries to hold out for a period of time. He loves the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, coating it in your saliva, as you choke on his cock. He loves it, that's why he tries to hold out for as long as he can.

But, in cases like this, it's too much, too much pleasure to leave unrewarded in such a short amount of time that he gives into it.

Buggy collects himself, composing his body as his hips shutter after release and pleasure overrides his body. By then, your positions switch. Now you're laying back, watching the blue haired clown position himself between your legs. A mischievous grin covering his paint smeared face.

“Open sesame sweets, I want a bite now~”

🌹It's safe to assume that the evil jester of the East Blue himself is a moaning mess for the showstopping performance done on his cock by you

🌹If you asked him to leave his cock with you before he leaves for an important mission or meeting, he won't stop you. But it's mostly because he loves the thrill of it. Trying to keep calm and composed as he can feel his cock being sucked, covered in your love and saliva. Even more so when he feels your walls clench on your cock, he has to ball his hands into fists so he can control the urging sensation raging through his body

🌹However, there will be days where he'll like to switch things up. Taking more control during these private moments between the both of you (maybe even doing a public performance if you are up for it~) He'll grip your scalp more harshly, making you take his cock deeper and deeper down your throat without mercy

🌹The cock sucking can be torturous, but he tries to make up for it with aftercare on mornings that he isn't busy. Going down to the kitchen and getting you a nice drink (any of your choice but if it was up to him, alcohol-) and some food, soft food so it isn't too hard on your throat

Giving head

🌹Now, it may have taken a bit to let him in on the idea of giving him head. But giving you head would take way longer to ease him into the idea

🌹Why you may ask? Well, it's quite simple, Buggy is insecure about his nose. He already is annoyed that his nose gets in the way of a lot of stuff and he feels as if it'll get in the way of him giving you pleasure

🌹But in reality, it actually gives the opposite effect, very much so. He’ll be keeping you still, his gloved hands gripping you hips, your legs and thighs over his shoulder squishing his head as he kisses your intimate parts with such ease he’s like a natural pussy eater

🌹His canines are a bit more sharper than regular canines of human teeth, so when he goes down on you, dragging his lips and tongue down your soft stomach, his teeth slightly grazing your skin sending a tingling vibration throughout your body

🌹He’ll dip his face into your thighs, leaving pretty bite marks. Small droplets of blood will be dripping down your thighs, but Buggy, as messy as a performer he can be, cleans up after himself. He’ll lick the blood away, kissing his bite mark, as in a sort of ‘‘claiming’’ way as he puts it

🌹His nose adds pressure onto your clit, the weird small bumpy texture of his nose almost acts like a small vibrator, attacking your clit with such pleasure as you feel his tongue lick up between your folds, coating his muscle in your wetness

🌹When he goes down on you, he acts so fool of himself like he’s not slightly nervous on the inside. Curses to himself when his nose bumps your clit on accident, an embarrassed pink red appearing underneath his makeup. But when he hears a low moan leave your lips, he pushes his nose against your clit, hearing the same moan leave your lips. That’s when he found out his nose has another purpose then being a nuisance

🌹As he goes down on you, his hands love to roam your body. He'll roam your thighs around his head. His hands grazing your skin as his skin contacts your waist and stomach, caressing them as he kisses your pussy more and more

🌹Towards the end, your pussy is covered in his makeup smeared all over you, His red lipstick stained on your folds, entrance and clit, “his painting” as he likes to call it whenever he sees the aftermath of his relentless torture on you

- Buggy grips each side of your thighs, his hands ungloved leaving indents on your thighs. He pushes both of them so they crush his head making him in return keep his head in place. His lips and tongue never leave your cunt, painfully licking up your folds slowly.

A low moan escaping your wet lips as you can feel Buggy slowly start to speed up his pace, his nose putting more pressure onto your clit, sending a tingling vibration throughout your lower half.

You shamefully hump his face. Your teeth biting your bottom lip trying to contain the unholy sounds leaving your mouth.

Buggy, on the other hand, is not to please with your movements. He detaches both hands, making sure to keep his arms pressed onto your thighs. His hands grip onto your hips, putting your humping to a halt.

You lift your head up to look down at buggy, sweat droplets sliding down each side of your cheeks and forehead.

The view of Buggy from this angle is perfect. His makeup smeared all over his face, covering your thighs and pussy in it. The smeared makeup just barely covers the bite marks adorned on your inner thighs made by yours truly. His river eyes shimmering in the oil lanterns light as they look up at you with a mischievous intent behind them.

Your eyes watch in dismay as Buggy retracts his tongue from your cunt, a trail of saliva connecting his end of his tongue and your drenched pussy.

A dark chuckle rumbles out of Buggy followed by a cheeky grin covering his face. “Be patient, sweets, the show has only begun and I haven’t even gotten to the best act yet~” He warns you.

You whine at that, throwing your head back in annoyance. “For fuck sakes Buggy!” You say aloud to him, your cheeks burning from the hotness occurring. “Just fuck me already” You mumble out.

Buggy rolls his eyes at you, "Yeah yeah, I hear ya, but I'm warned you ..."

The moment those words leave his mouth, he dives right back into your cunt, detaching his tongue so it focuses your clit and folds.

A shocked sound of pleasure escapes your chest, your body jiggling with the fasten pace of his tongue fucking your folds and clit.

Your eyes dilate with ecstasy once Buggy detached his cock -situating himself on his knees on the bed- holding onto it as he proceeded to slowly insert it into your cunt, occasionally bumping into his tongue but only a smidge.

A groan emits from him, his eyes shuttering to stay open. With the way your walls feel clenching down on his cock, his tongue slobbering all over your pussy walls and clit, the noises you're making with your mouth and body; he can feel his stomach tighten like a coil ever so slightly.

His eyelids hover open, an evil devilish expression appears on his salt kissed skin. Looking down on your cum worthy face.

"That's it baby~" He whispers to you, going faster and faster as he fucks you with his cock and tongue. "you're doing such a good job for me... Just a little bit, more ... That's it, that's my showstopper~"

🌹 While it does take him a bit to suggest the idea of him going down on you, he ends up loving the act and idea way more then he originally thought he would

🌹 And just like with the blowjobs before, if you ask nicely (mostly because he loves hearing you beg all so nicely for him, it's a turn on for sure) he'll detach his tongue and leave it with you while he does business in his office

🌹 Luckily, with your guys room being close by the main office of his, he still has some control and sentient in his tongue. His eyes close ever so often as he loses his breath, feeling his tongue lathering your pussy in his salvia and feeling your tight walls clench on him, it's a whole 'nother feeling that he's never experienced before, not like this at least

🌹 He loves hearing the noises you make while he eats you out, both together and when you're both apart. In his office he'll start to pump his cock whimpering for you, when he more then likely can walk over to the next room and fuck you. But he likes to be a good boy for you when he wants to be one~

[grimescum]

NSFW old! walter hcs

a/n: i am a bottom leaning switch walter truther but i tried to include top walter for all you basic bitches (/j)... written as a x gn!reader

also i'm not very good at words so i apologize if this comes off as strange </3 this is my first time writing nsfw . gets really embarrassed and dies

- walter has some faint body hair in places that aren't immediately visible, like his legs, arms, chest, etc. i don't think he's that hairy of a guy naturally. keeps himself neatly trimmed.

- hes not muscular, but he is very fit aside from the whole being as thin as a board thing. has the nicest legs you've ever seen on an man his age... if you're a weirdo and look at the legs of old men often. (meee!)

- his dick is long and thin, a reflection of himself. i also imagine that it has a slight upwards curve to it when fully erect.

- his balls absolutely droop a bit. sorry. he's 69, they're bound to. (if they don't hang then he can't bang idiot)

- although he might not show it initially, he's deeply insecure about his aging body and his ability to please his partner the way they deserve.

- because of this, one of his biggest turn-ons is receiving praise and/or hearing his partner be verbal with how much they're enjoying themselves.

- when he's in a more dominant mood, he'll stick his fingers in your mouth to keep you from clamming up on him. or, alternatively, if you're one to shy away from him during sex, he'll tie your arms above your head and force your face up to look at him.

- he also loves to give praise just as much, if not even more than receiving it. he's very sweet and gentle with it, whispering into your ear about how good you're being for him, how proud he is that you're taking him so well.

- or, he'll worship your body like you were the second coming of Christ. His lets his hands roam up your legs while he preaches the gospel about how breath-taking your body is.

- service switch through and through. his highest priority is pleasing his partner and will gladly take on any role that they ask of him. it helps that he's very open-minded in regards to kinks – there's very little thats off the table for him.

- that being said, i do think he has a slight lean towards subbing since being submissive and pliant to others is just what he's used to, and he doesn't have much, if any, experience with anything sexual. however, that's not to say that there isn't a part of him that desperately wants to reclaim the sense of control he rarely gets to experience.

- vouyerism is one of the few things i think would be out of the question for him. there's no way he'd risk the job he's had for his entire life just for a fleeting moment of pleasure.

i do think he'd be more open to subtler displays of vouyerism, though, like putting him in a chastity cage or plugging him up for the day.

- sadomasochist. enjoys (light) impact play and humiliation the most, both on the giving end and the receiving end. he'll take slaps across the face with a smile and expects the same from you when he has you bent over his knee.

- his head game is fucking insane once he gets the hang of it. he's at his most passionate when he's on his knees, his head buried between your legs and his mouth full of you. might even get so into it that he'll ask for your permission to touch himself while he works, leading to him moaning at your warmth, your taste, you.

‐ and his moans are truly beautiful. they're soft, effeminate, almost like a whisper. they're even better once you get him hollering. "oh good heavens", "oh dear me", "oh gods", stuff like that.

- i don't think the man has any particular favorites when it comes to body parts, but his hands tend to linger around your legs, ass, hands, and (very controversial take according to people i've spoken to) your feet.

- hear me out on the feet thing, okay? okay. i think its partially because it ties into him being a masochist; being beneath others, submitting to them entirely is one of the things that gets him off the most, and the embodiment of that is being at their feet. i also just think he'd like how they look in, say, a nice pair of heels or dress shoes.

- might drop to his knees and meticulously shine your shoes himself, all while telling you how gorgeous you look in them, how well they fit you. yes, this is a sex thing for me. because i am a pervert. i hope you understand <3

- he's not a beggar, but he'll absolutely beg for you to press your pretty heel against his cock.

BONUS!!!

i dont listen to many x listener audios bc i think most of them sound kinda silly, buttttt..... this one reminds me of him uehehehe. Giggles

[heesngirl]

── ﹙✧﹚ sixty-nine, drunk sex, carpet sex, dirty talk (mild) oral sex (both), p in v, cum eating, unprotected sex, a little soft towards the end, mdni.

I must say it's not the best thing I've ever written, idk. But... Believe it or not, it's harder for me to create these shorts, as I've always been used to creating writing with context before sex. So... I hope you like it anyway.

The apartment door closed with a dull, clumsy thud. Laughter still danced on his lips, thick with alcohol, desire, and the imminent promise of losing control. Barely across the threshold, Heeseung slammed you against the nearest wall, his breathing ragged and his eyes bloodshot with hunger. His lips crushed against yours in a clumsy, rough, wet kiss. He tasted of whiskey, saliva, and anxiety. His teeth collided with yours, his tongue darted in without permission, desperate to taste you.

Your hands flew to his neck, slid over his jaw with a rough caress, and descended to his chest, claiming him. Your fingers clung to him reverently. You were claiming territory with each trembling touch. And just like that, your fingers slid down his shirt, undoing the buttons clumsily but determinedly, as he lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his hips. He ground his pelvis against your core mercilessly, that hard, throbbing bulge protruding beneath his dress pants. He pressed against your wet pussy, as if he could penetrate you through your clothes, as if every layer separating you was an insult that needed to be removed as soon as possible. And so it was: his shirt fell to the floor in seconds, discarded like something useless.

"Fuck... you're already wet, aren't you?" he growled against your neck, his nose buried in your skin, inhaling your scent like it was drugs, like he was going crazy. "You walked like you weren't wearing panties all night. Like you wanted me to fuck you right there on the bar table," he continued, barely biting the curve of your shoulder.

His hands moved up your back, lifting the fabric of your dress with measured urgency, slowly pushing it up, exposing your skin to the cold air and the warmth of his breath. He undressed you with brutal tenderness, leaving you in just your panties, your breasts completely exposed, your nipples hardened by the contrasting ambient temperature.

His lips fell on your peak, devouring them. He sucked, licked, circled them with his tongue, and caught them with his teeth. He bit just enough, enough to make you moan openly, to leave marks. He sucked you as if he were going to feed on you, leaving trails of hot saliva running down your ribs.

Meanwhile, your fingers, trembling but determined, reached for his belt. You opened it effortlessly, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxers, without a second thought. His cock sprang against his abdomen with a thud, so hard it hurt to the touch. You wrapped your hand around it, feeling the heat and tension of his throbbing flesh. It was thick, soaked at the tip with precum that glistened in the dim hallway light.

Your eyes lowered and stared at that expanse of him, and your mouth opened, wet, panting with anticipation. It was intimidating. Familiar, yes… but this time it seemed even bigger, more imposing, more yours. You felt like it belonged to you because you'd teased it, because you'd made it this way, so fucking hard.

"Is that it for me?" you whispered with a dirty smile, tilting your head as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, as if you worshipped him.

"Always has been," he growled, his gaze following your movements. "But show me how you claim it, how you make it yours with that sweet little mouth of yours."

It wasn't a gentle request. It was a command, and you, submissive only to him, obeyed. You took his cock decisively, closing your fingers tightly around its base, beginning to pump with a slow, firm rhythm, like someone savoring power in their hands. The skin was warm, tense, and damp. You leaned down and licked him from below, from the base to the head, leaving a trail of saliva that made him gasp. You traced each vein with your tongue, savoring him like he was your favorite candy.

He let his head fall back, a husky growl escaping his throat. His hands moved down to your head, tangling his fingers in your hair, squeezing lightly, guiding you but not forcing you.

"Fuck... like that, darling. Swallow it all." His voice trembled, raspy and deep.

Then you did it, opening your mouth wide and wrapping your lips around him, sucking him deep, feeling him slide until he hit your throat. Your eyes watered, you drooled, you moaned under the pressure, but you didn't stop. Your fingers circled his base as your head bobbed up and down, setting a wet, dirty, glorious rhythm. The echo of your throat swallowing his cock resonated through the hallway. He panted, cursing, his pelvis tensing with pleasure. He was yours, in your mouth, in your power.

"If you keep this up... I'm going to cum in your mouth... and I don't want to, not yet," he said between broken gasps, and with a brutal effort, he pulled you off his cock with a barely suppressed grunt, as if wresting away that pleasure was a necessary punishment for something even greater.

He took you by the waist and, in a single movement, lifted you into his arms, but he was tugging you against his bare torso. Your legs automatically wrapped around him as he stumbled down the hallway. His lips devoured yours with fierce eagerness, with disorder, with saliva, with teeth that sometimes met in frenzy. He didn't stop, and neither did you. Your hands ran down his neck, tangling in his hair, descending to his shoulders, clinging to him with nails that left marks. The desire grew unbearable with every passing second.

But when you reached the bedroom, he didn't carry you to the bed. No. Heeseung barely crossed the threshold when he bent down and dropped you with controlled urgency onto the carpet, as if he couldn't wait a second longer. He stepped back for a moment to completely remove the pants and shoes he was still wearing. But he didn't take his eyes off you for a second. He looked at you like a predator looks at its prey, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning.

And you, aware of his hungry gaze, brought a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself over your soaked panties, then slid your fingers underneath, touching yourself shamelessly. You opened your legs a little wider so he could see everything, and moaned softly, knowing that sound would break him.

Heeseung cursed under his breath.

"Look at you... you're so damn beautiful touching that gorgeous wet pussy," he murmured, with a mixture of dirty admiration and need. He lay down next to you, and in a husky voice, he said, "Come here, princess. Sit on my face. I want to eat you out until you scream my name."

Your lips curved into a wicked smile. You didn't need more. You crawled on top of him, your body burning, and instead of just riding his face, you turned around mid-exertion and got into a sixty-nine position, your pussy right over his mouth and his cock pointing at your face again, even harder, swollen, the tip glistening with more precum.

He didn't protest; on the contrary. He grabbed your buttocks tightly, spreading them with both hands, and buried his face between your legs. His tongue sank into your pussy mercilessly, licking every fold, every corner. He alternated between sucking your clit hard and pushing his tongue as deep as he could. You moaned on his member, which didn't wait long to return to your mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him again, but with more urgency this time. His taste, his smell, the heat of his skin had you addicted. You began to suck him harder, letting his glans hit your throat, swallowing, panting. The pace was wild, rhythmic, wet. Your mouth devoured him as he moaned against your pussy, and that same moan vibrated between your legs.

As you sucked him, your hands slowly lowered to his balls. You caressed them carefully, first brushing them gently, enjoying the smooth, warm skin beneath your fingers, then squeezing them firmly, almost pushing the limit. You pinched, squeezed, and massaged them with all the lust and intent you felt. He arched his back, letting out a deeper moan.

"Just like that. Don't stop touching me, baby," he murmured, his voice broken and husky.

You felt his cock harden even more in your mouth, his veins throbbing against your tongue, and his balls responding to every touch, every pressure between your fingers. They were like an extension of his arousal, and your obsessive attention to them drove him wild. You couldn't speak. You just moaned with his cock in your throat, his dirty words echoing in your dripping vagina, your body tense, ready to explode.

Heeseung, completely out of his mind, thrust two fingers inside you without warning. Your walls clenched them tightly, as he thrust in and out forcefully, his mouth clamped down on your clit. The sound was indecent. Wet clicks, dripping, muffled moans. The whole room smelled of sex, sweat, and urgency.

You began to grind on top of him. Your hips moved on their own, your body trembled, you were so close it hurt. He noticed, and instead of loosening, he tightened his grip on your hips, digging his fingers in, and he ate you harder, pushing his fingers deeper. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you came with a strangled cry of pleasure, his cock still in your mouth, convulsing over his face as he licked your pussy, absorbing your juices, as if he could feed off your orgasm.

Your hands didn't stop on his balls; you caressed them with a perfect blend of tenderness and lust. Each touch was a promise, a warning of what was to come. He panted against your pussy, plunging his tongue harder, searching for every fold, every sensitive corner, prolonging your orgasm, and you responded with a steady rhythm on his cock, sucking it with your hot, wet mouth, swirling your tongue, and thrusting your head up and down eagerly.

You felt his breathing become erratic, his moans deeper and more guttural. You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath and kissed his thighs. s, whispering dirty words between each caress, making the desire in his eyes burn even more. He writhed beneath you, digging his nails into the tender flesh of your ass. Until you took him back into your mouth. Then, he began to move his hips slowly, thrusting upward, filling your mouth more with his cock; simultaneously sinking his tongue deeper and deeper into you, while you sucked him desperately, searching for the right moment.

“Fuck, gorgeous… you’re going to kill me,” he moaned, his voice breaking, panting against your sex. “I’m going to fuck you hard when we finish this.”

His fingers squeezed your ass cheeks, making you move against his face, excited and uncontrolled, until he couldn’t take it anymore. His body tensed, his breathing exploded in sharp, ragged gasps, and then, with a stifled groan, his cock hardened even further and he began to spurt thick, hot jets into your mouth. You felt him twitch, vibrate, spill, and you didn't hesitate to swallow him all, with every pulse, every shudder. His bitter, salty taste permeated your mouth, and you clung to him, sucking every last drop, reveling in the power you held over him.

He let out a groan and lay back on the carpet, panting and covered in sweat, while you lay beside him, smiling contentedly, your mouth still wet, your body flushed, but your mind clearer now, the heat of the alcohol subsiding and leaving room for something more. Their eyes met, and in that instant, you knew there was no turning back. It wasn't just lust; it was deep desire, a longing to touch your soul beyond the flesh.

He gripped your waist firmly, lifting you slowly, almost carefully, and carried you to the bed. Without letting go, he laid you down on the cool sheets that contrasted with the scorching heat of your bodies. He covered you with his body, his hands exploring every inch of your skin with reverence and need.

His cock, still swollen and sensitive, aligned itself with your damp entrance, soaked with the remnants of your fluids and the saliva you left behind when you pleased him. He looked into your eyes, sought your permission with a deep gaze, and when you nodded, he began to penetrate you slowly. You felt his pulse throb against your skin, every inch of his member filling you with a mixture of sweet pain and intense pleasure. Sounds began to fill the room: the wet brush of his skin against yours, the muffled click of his entry and exit, low, husky moans escaping both of you with each thrust. His breathing mingled with yours, shaky and surrendered.

"I love you, my baby." he whispered, breaking the rhythm for only a second, but that instant was enough to make your heart clench.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him, and the rhythm grew more intense, more urgent. The wet sound of his skin brushing against your body, the dripping of your warm fluids coating him, and your mutual moans creating a perfect carnal melody. Your nails dug into his back as you clung to him, your hips marking the rhythm with his, enveloping him in a primal and perfect dance, where time and reason disappeared.

You felt his body tense, his moans become shorter and deeper, his pulse quicken inside you. When his climax came, his body shook against yours, his thrusts became erratic, his hot skin dripping with sweat, and you felt him fill you, his burning cum penetrating every corner of your insides. You held onto him tightly, returning that love and surrender, and together you fell into the calm after the storm, your bodies intertwined, your breaths synchronized, and your hearts beating in unison.

© heesngirl ★

[wlwl0v3]

put, your, lips, on, mine.

[vanilla-phantoms]

nsfw kepler hcs?

Anon I don’t know whether you’re still interested in this or not seeing as it has been [checks watch] two years since you sent this and for that I apologize, but if you aren’t, I hope someone will be

I mention this in a previous post, but I’m more willing to get into the details now that it’s actually come up in my fic:

basically, my hc is that kepler started flirting with and later sleeping with jacobi specifically as manipulation. This was not ordered but it was Suggested by cutter with plausible deniability

The goal was to make Jacobi have a more personal incentive to make Kepler happy and also to distract him if he ever had any moral complaints

But, well, kepler fell in love with him. But he can’t let himself admit that, which leads me to…

My bottom!kepler agenda:

My headcanon is that Kepler’s general preference is to bottom. He just likes it; it works for his body and he knows how to have a good time. He’s not weird about it EXCEPT for with Jacobi

Pre canon, he has never bottomed with Jacobi. Jacobi doesn’t even know he likes it, even though they sleep with each other for years

This is partially because 1) he’s trying to keep up a very specific image with Jacobi for maximum control, but it’s mostly because 2) he KNOWS he likes it. And he can’t admit to himself that he’s sleeping with Jacobi for his own satisfaction, for his own pleasure. He needs to keep it separate, keep reminding himself that there’s a reason he started this relationship in the first place and it’s NOT because he likes Jacobi and wants to be with him

Over time he sort of starts to build up the longing and the idea that if he ever did bottom for Jacobi, it would be because what they have is finally real

Because he can’t be normal about anything ever

This is mainly just my hc for my own fic, but I also do love playing around with ideas where he has gotten a chance to bottom for jacobi pre canon (see I Let Love In by @nammikisulora )

As always, I’m a lover of Kepler lives AU’s so here’s some general preference headcanons for post canon too:

I’ll be writing a fic about this hopefully but let’s say after they reconcile post-canon, they can work through Kepler’s weird hang ups about it all and then when he’s more comfortable…

Pillow princess Kepler rights. He deserves to be annoying and bossy and demanding about it. He doesn’t have to sub just because he’s bottoming, he’s perfectly capable of still bossing Jacobi around

I do think he likes to sub sometimes though. He seems to me like someone who needs both in his life and feels most comfortable when he’s got people he’s in control of and people telling him what to do and that what he’s doing is right

So in all the aimlessness of post canon, it’s certainly one way to make him feel like he has a purpose… like he’s serving something bigger than himself… there’s gotta be comfort in that

ANYWAY he also likes fingers in his mouth. Jacobi has very talented hands. He likes appreciating them

He has a praise kink. Just look at him

And there you go that’s my very long answer to a very short ask! I aim to be exploring these ideas more in a fic soon enough but in the meantime, @nammikisulora is bringing some of them to life in I Let Love In already and it’s wonderful. Sorry this took so long!

[hungriestheidi]

Glory hole + voyeurism for any combination of Oscar/mark/Jenson/Lando pleaseeee

how about all of them? <3

(nsf/w, jendo + oscarmark + landoscar. implied dom/sub, humilliation, glory holes, orgasm denial, etc.)

Jenson drapes a hand at the back of Lando’s head. Cold sweat drips down his back and his eyes open wide, illuminated by the gentle glow of a tableside lamp. It’s vintage, Victorian type, fabric and crystals hanging from thin threads, mimicking the falling rain. It matches the shade of Lando’s cheeks, red with pinkish hues, undertones of warmth and careful reluctance. 

“Look at him, Osc.”

Mark says it so sweetly, but Oscar knows it to be an order. Shifts in place and stares ahead, Lando’s eyes brimming with tears, his mouth open, jaw chiseled by the shadows, Jenson’s hand petting his hair, whispering ‘see? it wasn’t that hard to be obediente’. Someone’s cock fills Lando’s mouth and he is sucking it so diligently, even when there’s defiance in his eyes he’s being so good, bouncing slowly on a dildo Jenson carefully put in place. 

He likes to be full, he said to Mark, winking as Lando frowned, petulant and annoyed. But he does seem to be enjoying this, the cradle of Jenson’s hand on his jaw, the cock he licks with so much enthusiasm, the bouncing that makes him whine. The person on the other side of the hole knocks on the wall, twice. 

“He’s almost there,” Jenson says, jolly, patting Lando’s cheek as if he can feel the stranger’s cock through the layers of Lando’s skin. 

Mark puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly before he reaches to unhook the chain attached to his collar. 

“Go and help him,” Oscar looks up, he can feel his cheeks redden and Mark gently urges him forward. “Go on, pup.” 

Oscar swallows and nods. Lando leans back as Oscar crawls to him. The room suddenly feels nauseatingly small, walls collapsing inwards to press him closer to the cock popping out of the wall. Pink, thick but not too long, leaking steadily but not quite to the point of orgasm. Oscar wraps a hand around it, hears the soft moan from the other side of the wall and turns to look at Mark. 

From his seat Mark nods, palming himself through the fabric of his tailored pants. If he’s like this then Oscar is doing something good. 

He reaches for the cock with his mouth, licks at the tip, the saline tangy taste of precum and sweat, skin and all that comes with it. Oscar treats it as a lollipop, Mark likes it when he does that, looking up and salivating all over him. Mark likes to say he’s a messy pup, pulls his hair and tells him to be more careful, yet he indulges him and lets the saliva drip down his chin as he fucks him. 

Today he has no time to pay attention to this person’s cock like he would with Mark, so he wraps his mouth around it and goes in as deep as he can before he hits the wall. It shivers inside of him, spurring hot cum into his mouth, dripping over his tongue as it pulls back slowly. Oscar turns and finds Lando bouncing on his dildo with his eyes lit like stars, entirely focused on Oscar’s mouth. 

“Kiss him,” Jenson says and Lando nods as he keeps bouncing gleefully. 

Oscar can taste the person’s cock on Lando’s mouth and Lando must taste the cum in his tongue. And must enjoy it, greedily pushing inside Oscar’s mouth, putting a hand on his ass and squeezing gently. 

“Easy, easy, boys,” Jenson splits them apart, pulls Lando to his feet and kisses him. “You still aren’t allowed to come, aren’t you?”

Lando whines. “Please?”

Jenson looks at Mark. They trade cheeky glances, Mark stroking himself slowly as Oscar feels his cock is about to burst. 

“Let them, they were good today.”

[br0kean0n]

A sketch of KiniOto

W.I.P. When your cute and shy GF is packing. 🍆

Wanted to draw these two since they're finally together :P

Full on my X or BlueSky

[heesngirl]

── ﹙✧﹚rough morning sex, unprotected sex, messy, spit, p in v, pet names, dom! Heeseung, dirty talk, oral sex (f. received) creampie, mdni.

The rain pounded against the windows with hypnotic insistence, dripping sound filling the room. And inside, between tangled sheets, the kisses turned into moans. sticky, slow, desperate. Mouths devoured each other with primal hunger, tongues intertwined, saliva shared, and the touch of naked bodies grinding.

Your eyes were still closed, eyelashes heavy with the remnants of sleep, but they didn't stop your body from responding. It wasn't the cold that woke you, but Heeseung's insistent pressure on you; his chest pressed against your breasts, his warm breath on your neck, and his hard, hot cock rubbing between your legs with brutal slowness, brushing against your wet slit, throbbing with anticipation.

“Wake up, my pretty baby.” he growled against your ear, his voice husky, drenched with desire. “I’m not skip fucking you all morning until you can’t even walk.”

A shaky moan escaped your lips, the wetness between your thighs turning into a puddle. The glans of his cock, thick and dripping, slid into your swollen pussy, smearing itself with your fluids. He played with your entrance, teasing you, moistening the tip without entering, only rubbing in circles, grazing your swollen clit.

“H-Heeseung…” you whispered, your voice breathy, more of a plea than a word.

“Shut up and feel,” he murmured before devouring your mouth, his tongue invading you, his hand pinning your wrists against the pillow. And then he did it : he thrust into you all at once, his cock burying itself deep inside you, opening you with a delicious hardness, shattering you with a stifled moan.

The stretch was brutal and perfect. You felt him fill every corner, his thickness parting your sensitive walls, making you vibrate. The sheets twisted beneath you, soaked with sweat and moisture. He began to move, slow, deep, each thrust a delicious invasion, each hip thrust a glorious punishment. Your legs trembled, your pussy dripped, your nipples brushed against his chest with each thrust.

"Look at me" he growled, his teeth clenched, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held you. "look at me while I fuck you so deep you won't think of anyone else."

And you did. Your eyes met his, dark, devouring, fixed on you as if you were prey. His hair fell over his forehead, his jaw clenched, sweat trickling down his neck. It was pure, brutal desire. And it was all for you.

Your body reacted like a starving whore, your back arched, seeking more, your clit rubbing with each thrust, the walls of your pussy squeezing him hard as if you were trying to keep him inside. You felt the orgasm building, slow, unstoppable, like a beast awakening.

"Like that... fuck me like that, more..." you moaned, your voice broken, needy, trembling.

That was the trigger. His rhythm became wild. He released one of your hands only to grab your neck firmly, pressing just enough to make you tremble. His cock slid in and out of you with obscene sounds, dripping your juices, each thrust wilder, more desperate.

"This pussy is mine. You're mine. Do you hear me?" he growled against your ear, licking, biting.

And then you exploded.

The orgasm shook you like an electric shock. You screamed his name, your legs buckled, your cunt throbbed like crazy, squeezing him so hard he let out a guttural moan, a stifled curse. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you, riding your spasms, until with a deep grunt he spilled inside you, filling you with his hot cum, pumping in thick waves, while his body trembled on yours.

Only the rain filled the silence, and the sound of his breathing against your neck. Still inside you, Heeseung remained still, crushing you with his warm weight. Then he released your other hand and caressed your face with a savage tenderness.

“Good morning, darling" he whispered, kissing you slowly, with a dirty smile. "I hope you don't have plans today, because I'm not finished yet".

You knew it. You felt it in his cock, still throbbing inside you, hardening again.

He pulled out of you slowly, his cum dripping, sliding down your open thighs, soiling the sheets. The frigid air made you shiver, but you didn't have time to react. He grabbed you by the waist and flipped you onto your stomach with one firm movement, propping your hips up with a pillow. Your pussy was dripping, the thick liquid dripping uncontrollably, and your body was still shuddering from the throes of orgasm.

"Look at you... soaked and open, begging for more." he growled, positioning himself behind you, his hands gripping your wrists against the mattress.

He plunged back into you with a single thrust. His cock filled you again, stretching you further. His pelvis slammed against your buttocks, the wet sound of skin against skin bouncing around the room. He began to fuck you with a brutal rhythm, each thrust a declaration of power, each gasp a promise.

"You're so fucking tight after you cum," he gasped, his voice hoarse, cracking. "This messy little cunt is swallowing me whole."

You couldn't think. You just moaned, your face pressed into a pillow, your legs spread, taking it all in. You felt the liquids trickle down your swollen lips, the friction driving you wild. His hand moved down your back, grabbed your hair, and pulled back, forcing you to raise your face.

"Tell me whose pussy this is" he growled against your ear.

"Yours... it's yours, only yours!" you cried shamelessly, breathlessly.

That drove him wild. He fucked you harder, the wild thrusts of his pelvis drawing broken moans from you. His nails dug into your skin, his breath burned hot on you, and his cock continued to pierce you, hitting your cervix as if he wanted to split you open.

The second orgasm came without permission. Your muscles contracted violently, your pussy squeezing him so tightly that he forced a loud moan, releasing himself inside you again with a thick, hot cum, flooding you to the core. He trembled on top of you, gripping your hips as if he were about to break, and then he collapsed on top of you, panting, covering you with his sweaty body.

"You're mine..." he whispered one last time, licking the sweat from your back as his cum dripped from your open pussy, a perfect blend of lust, wild love, and eternal need.

Before you could respond, he sat up, sliding out of you with a wet, obscene smack. The mixture of his fluids with yours gushed shamelessly, seeping between your open lips, soiling your thighs and the sheets with a dirty, viscous, delicious heat.

He took you by the waist and forced you to turn again, making you lie on your back, your legs spread and trembling. He watched you like that, undone, soaked, your pussy reddish and throbbing, completely exposed under his gaze.

"Look how you leave me, baby" he growled, and with one hand he stroked his cock, which still stood firm, thick, and glistening with fluids. "I'm going to fill you more . You're going to take it all like the good girl you are for me, do you understand?"

Without giving you time, he leaned between your legs and his mouth sank directly into your cunt.

It was brutal. His tongue forced its way between your swollen lips, gathering the thick mixture of semen and juices with a desperate hunger. He licked you as if he were cleansing you from the inside out, as if your taste was the only nourishment he needed to live. Every movement was messy, noisy, conscious of letting you hear how wet you were, how full he'd left you.

His lips sucked on your clit with such precise pressure that your body arched automatically, trembling. He held you tight so you couldn't escape, his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue became more insistent, faster, thrusting in and out, licking every corner of your vulva, every sensitive fold, every drop that trickled from your insides.

"God... Heeseung..." you cried, breathless, your fingers buried in his hair, your eyes clouded with pleasure.

Your orgasm came without permission again, an uncontrollable explosion that shook you whole. Your back arched violently, your thighs clamped down against his face, and your body shuddered as Heeseung's tongue continued to lick you with devotion, as if wanting to absorb every contraction, every drop of your climax.

But it didn't end there.

As soon as you realized it, he crawled on top of you, and with a single movement, he thrust into you again.

His cock slammed back in like a hot, wet piston, sliding easily through everything he had just caused. The first thrust was savage. The second, even deeper. And the third made you whimper loudly, your still-sensitive body trembling under each stroke.

This time it wasn't controlled.

It was a merciless fuck.

Heeseung fucked you with the ferocity of someone who needs to mark you from the inside, someone who wants you to be unable to sit, walk, or think of anything but him. He grabbed your ankles, lifted them to rest on his shoulders, and began to thrust into you with all the force of his hips, bouncing you against the bed, the sound of sex filling the room like a constant scream.

"Is that what you wanted? For me to break your pussy again?" he spat between gasps, as he fucked you with a rhythm that bordered on the violent.

"Yes... yes, ruin me, baby, don't stop... please" you begged, no longer able to think, to reason, you only felt.

The mattress creaked, the sheets wrinkled, and you screamed shamelessly. Sweat trickled down, mingled with the hot fluids soaking your thighs and pussy. It was wild, raw, immoral. And it was perfect.

With one hand, he leaned toward you and spat directly into your mouth.

"Swallow it." he ordered in a deep voice, as he continued to move inside you.

And you did it, with pleasure, with eagerness, moaning with his saliva mixed with yours still on your tongue, while your inner walls squeezed him again with the arrival of a new orgasm, wetter, more urgent, more devastating.

Heeseung roared when he felt you squeeze him again, his hands moving to your throat and squeezing firmly, while his pelvis slammed against yours in murderous thrusts.

"Come again, babygirl. Do it again…" he growled through his teeth, his brow furrowed.

And you did. Your body broke, the pleasure so intense it made you cry, literally. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as your body convulsed beneath his.

That was when he unleashed himself completely.

His orgasm was brutal. He pushed himself in deep and filled you once more, panting, cursing, trembling. His semen spurted out again in ropes, spilling into you with such volume that you felt it oozing out from the sides with each contraction.

He stayed there, inside you, still throbbing, both of you panting, his body completely surrendered to yours, covering you like a burning shadow. And then, in absolute silence, he kissed your forehead, with absurd sweetness.

© heesngirl

[sanguinesweets]

Smoke x Reader headcanons/stuff

• He's very cuddly, especially when the two of you are alone. Tomas loves wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you close and feeling your warmth. He wants you to feel safe and loved in his presence.

• He'll surprise you with random gifts. Clothes you've been looking at, little keychains with your favorite thing on it, snacks and drinks he knows you can't go without. Especially if he's been busy with Lin Kuei duties, he'll have a care package ready for you the next time the two of you are together (and, if you're down, another package 😉).

• Dinner dates at Madam Bo's happen often between the two of you. She has the best food in town, no doubt, so there isn't much contest when it comes to what you both crave. Every time the two of you show up, your host has this knowing grin on her face, and ends up whispering things into Tomas's ear that make him blush. You'll usually wait until the two of you have left to ask what she had said, and it almost always involves how she thinks the two of you will make gorgeous kids.

• When you choose to stay home and eat, however, Tomas makes a point to show off his cooking skills. The man can make just about anything you're hungry for, and blows you away with some of the best dishes you've ever eaten from scratch. His homemade bread ranks among your favorites, as it's a simple dish that never fails to taste phenomenal every time he pulls it out of his brick oven.

• Along with spectacular dinners, a night in with your favorite ninja also involves lots of movie marathons, and cuddling on the couch. He loves pressing soft kisses into your head as you lay on him, watching through whatever you've chosen for the night, just enjoying your presence and cherishing the moment of closeness.

• Sometimes, during these movie nights, the both of you will pass out on the couch, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets and snuggled up tight to one another. It's not until Tomas's alarm goes off the next morning that you both realize you had passed out, and he has to rush to get ready for training or fulfilling his duties with the Lin Kuei.

• Other nights, if whatever you're watching fails to keep your attention, the main entertainment attraction might shift to the exploration of each other's bodies, initiated by soft touches at first. Tomas will always test the waters at first, kissing along the side of your neck, running his hand down the curve of your hip, handling you carefully before he takes things any further. When a moan slips past your lips, and your head lulls back to allow him more access, he takes the cue to nip teasingly at your collarbone, his fingers dancing along the inside of your thigh.

• He's too bashful to admit it, but he loves it when you take charge during alone time and straddle his lap, grinding your rear teasingly into his groin. Pleading grey eyes roll back as your hips bump into his, and he's practically begging you to touch him as his hardening cock struggles to be contained by the confines of his pants.

He'll moan softly as your fingers dip down to grasp the thick, veiny shaft of his erection, watching as you lower your head to wrap your parted lips around the tip. Tomas's cheeks flush red as you take him into your mouth inch by inch, and he whines softly as you begin to bob your head and hollow your cheeks around his stiff member, precum already leaking generously from the head. His muscular thighs shake beneath you as you pleasure him, and depending on how long it's been since your last encounter, he might unravel in your mouth in a matter of minutes.

• Although he loves it when you top, he doesn't mind taking the lead whenever you insist on him doing so. His voice will go a little lower, he'll give you little affirmations of praise as you take his cock, fuck you slow and hard until you're a sobbing mess, begging him to make you cum. If you give him permission, he'll fill you up as you reach your climax, feeling your muscles contract around him as his vision goes blurry.

[0jxxgxr0]

I am so sorry to all of you all who are now becoming victims of witnessing my thoughts but lord have mercy Marco in the medical office of his ship, sitting at a nice clean desk, talking to a random crewmate about a sickness thats been going around. It’s obvious- even Marco has fallen victim to it.

He matches all the symptoms- red face, jumbled thoughts, he’s even shaking. He’s doing his best to be helpful- trying so hard to be a good doctor!

Of course he isn’t actually sick this time, theres just a sneaky brat under his desk, taking him so deep he can feel Ace’s throat move every time he breathes. He’s kept Marco as deep as possible while Marco talks to the crewmate, occasionally swallowing around him. The longer the conversation goes on though, he gets jealous. He’s the one between Marco’s legs after all!

He gets impatient and starts moving again, humming quietly. Marco has to usher the crewmate out of the medical room- the sickness might be contagious after all!

But after that, nothing is stopping Marco from fucking poor Ace’s face like there’s tomorrow- barely giving him a moment to breathe. He realizes he might have gone a bit too far when his cum starts to leak out of Ace’s nose- but fuck- is that a sight he’d like to see again.

[slxxty-puppubus]

Mm I’m feeling very grateful for everyone who has followed, reblogged or liked my content. So enjoy listening to me whimpering and moaning for you all 🖤🖤🖤