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#SOBBING AND WEEPING.... AH
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why stray is game of the year and you need to get it immediately
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ghoulbats · 8 months
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michael jones the man that you are
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greatshell-rider · 2 years
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my favorite parts of nona. under a read more cuz long and i do some yelling
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[image id: Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die. “Nobody locks me up anywhere,” said Kiriona. /end id]
@ everyone calling gideon a bitch/jerk/”oh no she’s mean now”/”apparently reading her through her own/harrow’s eyes made her look better” YEAH NO SHIT SHE’S MEAN. EVERYTHING THAT IS HER SELF HAS BEEN STOLEN FROM HER. NOT EVEN HER BODY IS HER OWN. FUCK OFF LET HER BE ANGRY SHE HAS BEEN IN HELL FOR 3-4 MONTHS SHE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW LONG. SHUT UP ! you bitches and your romanticzied mental illnesses don’t know what depression does to a bitch gAH
she is the saddest girl in the whole entire world let her have a MOMENT (while i writhe on the ground in throes of agony over my girl)
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[image id: She reached out—she touched the side of the Prince’s face — they both recoiled. Kiriona Gaia recovered first. “You always said I’d come back in a box, Aiglamene,” she said lightly. “They killed you,” said Aiglamene. “Crime of opportunity,” said the corpse prince. And: “Don’t tell Crux — I absolutely, positively cannot give him the fucking satisfaction.” Aiglamene shoved her square in the chest, with the palm of one gloved hand; Kiriona tottered a little and wheezed, “Don’t — that’s where my heart used to be,” but the old soldier’s gaze had already fallen upon Nona. Nona cringed back in Pyrrha’s arms, because the expression was as bad as every single time Camilla had caught her putting a mouthful of chewed-up food in the potted plant or elsewhere. She could read this very old, very furious soldier like a book: the woman was angry, and blamed her. Kiriona Gaia could read her too, because she insinuated herself between them, and said coolly — “It’s not her, Captain — it’s only her body.” Over the Prince’s shoulder, Aiglamene looked at Nona, long and suspiciously, then she sighed, and wheeled around, and said: “Get inside. Now. Complete the gate,” she told a few of the other robed people. /end id]
THEY KILLED YOU. THAT’S WHERE MY HEART USED TO BE. (ianthe’s slap (a full lyctor’s slap) didn’t make gideon even flinch but aiglamene’s shove makes her wheeze) aiglamene knowing who to blame. her FURY. gideon putting her body between aiglamene and nona. THEY BOTH RECOILED (aiglamene from her cold corpse skin, gideon unable to bear her touch when she didn’t react even to nona kissing her)
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[image id: “But maybe we shouldn’t,” she said, holding the eyelids to that little slit — watching the onscreen scribbles flash urgently on the truck glass, watching the widening white crack, watching the river water pound itself back into the place where it wanted to be even if the River itself didn’t. “If we end here, it’ll be just like . . . a bad dream, won’t it? And maybe we’ll wake up somewhere else. I know we won’t,” she explained, “but we don’t have to know that . . . maybe if we all go, it’ll be quick.” Paul looked at her, with those dark grey-brown pupils widening, slightly. “Nona,” they said, “Noodle’s in the back.” The middle thoughts surged. The slit widened all the way. “Oh my God,” she said, in a panic. “I forgot about Noodle.” The windshield cracked all the way across the middle. Paul leant their full weight on the accelerator. Nona drove the truck home. /end id]
what you can’t do for your people, friends and family, you can do for your little beast. yeah muir gets it
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[image id: “Camilla, we did it right, didn’t we?” Palamedes said, and now Nona knew he wasn’t speaking to anyone else in the universe. “We had something very nearly perfect . . . the perfect friendship, the perfect love. I cannot imagine reaching the end of this life and having any regrets, so long as I had been allowed to experience being your adept.” [/end id]
burst into fucking tears at this part so it’s a good thing none of my roommates were home lmao. THEY DID IT RIGHT. the sheer care and utter devotion. no regrets, as long as he got to be her adept. WEEPING
#fun fact i will simply never stop thinking about no one being as sad as nona saw gideon the line fucking gutted me#the desolation of her grief. the emptiness of it. the inability to mourn everything that has been taken from her. just hollow#[beats john with a lead pipe]#and yeah that first paragraph from palamedes is what got me. not the return of 'go loud' that was cute but damn that first paragraph#'we did it right' they sure did. they really did /sobs#the respect and honor palamedes shows camilla for all that she does for him im just- WEEPS#a romance could fucking never and THAT is facts#locked tomb#nona the ninth#nona the ninth spoilers#lmao my opinion of kiriona has shifted dramatically#at first i was just horrified at what john had done to gideon's body and thought kiriona wasn't really gideon? just a puppet yknow#fucking HATED her in first house attire the white is a fucking insult. disgusting#was not sure how i felt about whatever the fuck she and ianthe has going on sldkfjsl#but saw her reaction to returning to ninth house and reuniting with aiglamene and was like. ah. okay there's a piece of her soul in harrow's#body but yeah no kiriona's gideon. this is just her new self damaged and hurt as it may be#and THEN i finish the book and hop on tumblr and find out people have been throwing shade at her now that her snarky comments suddenly aren'#aren't so fun anymore and im. WELL. well NOW i support evil fucked up angsty mean bitch gideon 10000% yall can go to hell#i hope she spits in harrow's face fuck you#sure let her autonomy and dignity and fucking body be stolen and degraded and used as a tool but gods forbid she be upset about it#:p#heaven forbid she SHOW her upset dear fucking gods that's intolerable#symptoms????? of mental illness??????? that isn't????? palatable and consumable to the audience?????? >:OOOOO OUTRAGE#gideon is the character of all time yall don't deserve to fuckin look at her#not for you
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What You Want
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Content Warning: NSFW; breeding kink; Bucky's got a thick c*ck and big balls 🤷‍♂️; praise kink?; dumbification?; language; whatever else I failed to mention.
Word Count: 670
Note: Was this requested? No! It was voted. I hope you guys like this. I'll come back here and there to make some edits where it's necessary. Any gifs or pictures I use are not mine.
Gentle reminder that I am always open for feedback! 💕
MDNI (18+)
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Bucky pushes your back onto the bed. His eyes are dark, almost predatory. You can see his erection in his pants, straining against its confines. You whimper. Bucky gives a hint of a smirk as he tugged your pajama shorts off.
Next was your panties. He pulled them off with ease, spreading your legs and eyeing your cunt. One hand on your knee, his thumb gently stroking the soft flesh of your leg. You were wet—almost embarrassingly so. You spread your legs wider, hoping he'd get the hint. The hand on your knee moved down your thigh, his fingers dancing dangerously close to your dripping core. You let out a slight whine.
In one swift motion, Bucky moved his hand to your core. Thick fingers drawing tight circles on your clit. You moaned, grinding yourself into his hand. Bucky felt his cock twitch. He could feel your cunt throb. He applied more pressure to your clit.
"Bucky, please," you gasp. You're grasping at the bed sheets, panting and trembling. It felt good, but you wanted more. You needed more. "I—ah—I, fuck—" you trailed off, letting out another moan as he sped up his ministrations.
"Tell me what you need," Bucky pants. His other hand was stuffed down his pants, lazily stroking his cock.
You look at him with hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. "Please," you whine. "In me!"
You let out a cry when he pushes a finger in. He groans, exploring the wetness of your soft folds. "Here?" he teases. Bucky pumps his finger, his thumb continuing its assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You nearly sob. Bucky maneuvers his cock out. It feels heavy in his hands, pre-cum dribbling out of his reddened tip. He begins pumping himself in time with him finger fucking you.
"Right there," you stammer. "Oh God—yes, yes, yes!—more, please; I need more!"
Bucky added a second finger, then a third. "You're so good," he grunted. His cock twitched again. He felt his balls starting to rise that burning feeling in the pit of his stomach. He quickened his pace with you and himself. You were writhing against Bucky's, incoherent babbles escaping you as your orgasm fast approached. The soft walls of your cunt squeezed his fingers, arousal dripping from his hand.
You're on the brink of an orgasm when you look at him. You see him fisting his cock, thick and veiny. Cum dribbles from his tip, the hand stuffed between your legs is coated in your juices, dripping from your arousal. Sweat coats his chest, eyes lust-filled as he looks at you.
You imagine his hardened cock between your legs, stuffing you and fucking you senseless. You imagine his balls, always heavy and full of cum, slapping against your ass until he finally empties his load into you. Ropes of thick, white cum painting your walls, filling your weeping core. You want him to keep fucking you and filling you until you're a mess, until you feel him dribbling out of you.
But the one thing you want the most is for his load to catch. You want him to put a baby in you. You need him to. That's what got you in this situation.
Your mouth falls open, letting out a silent scream. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers, your body convulsing. You're gushing around his hand, grinding on him for more friction.
"So pretty," Bucky groans. "So pretty when you're cummin'—fuck! You're so—oh, fuck!—so tight!" He lets out a long groan, rope after rope of hot cum coating his stomach and chest. He chants your name, trying to keep his orgasm going for as long as he can.
When his high subsided, he let go of his softening length. Bucky slowly removed his hand from between your legs. You gave a soft whine. You both breathed heavily, reveling in the aftershocks of your orgasms.
"Bucky," you rasped. He hummed. "I meant it." He looked you over, and felt his member stir. "Let's have a fucking baby."
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y-yearning · 4 months
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⟣┄─ ˑ 〃 ۫ DO YOU WEEP, FOR ME?
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what does he yearn? breeding, domtop m! reader , subbot neuvillette , slut-shaming , hair pulling , 'dragon heat' , monsterfucking (?) does it count if hes a dragon?
what does he say? enjoy, i've been drooling over breeding neuvilette for too long, made for @malewh0re ( ty for the idea , smooch /p )
MDNI , FEM ALIGNED DNI , BLANK BLOGS DNI.
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" p-please- f-fuck .. a-ah! [ n-name ] p-pl mmgnh! "
neuvillette sobs , pushing his ass back against you as he whined ' nd grinded his ass onto yours , what a sight that was . you only grinned , yanking his hair backwards as you pulled his head back , your hands wrapping around his throat as you begin to pound into him even harder , watching him fall apart on your cock.
" look at you , the chief of justice falling apart on my cock like a common whore , is that what you are , hm ? " " y-yes.. y-your whore.. ah! "
neuvillette sniffled , the rain in fontaine is heavy , as if the hydro dragon is being torn apart , and he is ! well , torn apart on your cock as he moaned loudly , his hands gripping the bedsheets , practically tearing them as he clawed at them in pleasure blindly , theres a mixture of cum ' nd slick drippin ' down his hole , where your bodies meet . theres a wet slap every time you thrust into his hole .
and he looks even prettier like this in comparison to his his usual stoic self , all so serious whilst he lays down a sentence to a criminal , the drastic change has you absolutely fucking feral ! and when you lean down , pressing kisses along his nape before biting down , he squeals ! cumming everywhere from your bite alone
" fuckin ' slut . you came from that ? "
neuvillette doesn ' t respond , hes in a daze , his mind is foggy ' nd cloudy , he can ' t think or see straight , the only thing on his mind is how well your cock bullies his prostrate , how it has him moaning and squealing like a common whore from a brothel , he sounds even better than that to you .
your hips stutter as you continue you thrust , groaning as you felt that well - known knot in your stomach , as you began to speed up , neuvillette all but fucking squeals , why are you suddenly so fast ?! but he doesn ' t voice it out , only jumbled ' nd garbled out moans as he tears the bedsheets , whining ' nd whimpering for you to slow down , give the poor baby some mercy !
" ah- ngh.. p-please- f-fuck n-noo- ! "
he squeals , the rain is even heavier now . as you continue you thrust into his warm insides , you ' re groaning in his ears , and fuck does that turn neuvilette on . ' nd when you finally cum inside him , he cums with you ! what a good boy , blinking hazily as you pull out and watch your cum drip out from his puffy ' nd used hole onto the ruined bedsheets .
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lunerab0 · 5 months
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Ask: Thinking about grabbing the back of geto's hair and face fucking him with a strap he's such a pretty boy and imo prefers being treated with more rough and degratory words but the aftercare he receives HAS to be the most loving heart-wrenching shit
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cw: dom!AFAB!Reader, sub!Suguru, mean Reader, cockdrunk Suguru, fauxjob, rough face fucking, degradation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare
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You aren’t sure what it is that does it for him. It brings you no pleasure, nor him, yet it’s something he insists on whenever you have the opportunity for it. He’s filthy about it, slobbering and slurping and moaning around something you aren’t sure he still knows is fake. There’s a dazed look to him, one that pairs almost too well with the tongue that hangs from his open jaw every time he releases it to breathe, before going right back in and shoving it down his throat once again. He gags, you almost don’t even notice it for how well he maintains his enthusiasm.
You watch on in perverted fascination, gaze involuntarily fixed on his furrowed brow, his blush, his tears—and you’re overcome with the desire to force him to take even more. He could take it. And he would be eager about it, too, if his display of hunger for cock is anything to go by.
You buck—ripping from him a surprised gagging sound—a loud groan following closely behind, one that makes you quiver.
“You like this?”
He never quite takes his mouth away, only pulling away just enough to breathe comfortably through his nose, to form a single, breathy response:
“Mhm! M-mhm!”
You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him back and forth on the fake cock jutting out from your pelvis. Eager and trembling hands find your thighs, square fingertips digging into the supple flesh for some semblance of support.
He cranes his neck and the strap bends, tugging at his top lip as he slides backward and gives you those eyes, those eyes that make you wish the cock were real so you could feel him convulse around its length and fuck your seed down his throat.
It’s so damn filthy, and so so embarrassing for a man like him to be put in a position like this, but that’s precisely what he gets out of it. It’s a different kind of high he chases, one that makes him feel like something to be used and discarded, made to do these things purely for the viewing pleasure of the one above him. A performer, putting on a private show for someone he favors.
“Mm, don’t you want my tongue on you for real?” He purrs, sliding large and firm hands over your thighs.
“Quiet,” you snarl, “it’s terribly poor manners to talk with your mouth full.”
And he goes so willingly, so easily pushed, despite how you pick up the pace and fuck into his mouth with a force that’s sure to leave him with unable to speak for a good long while. He sobs around it unable to resist taking hold of his cock and pumping furiously, hoping you’ll understand. You’re not that cruel, right?
But you inch your foot forward and press your toes down on his wrist, pinning it to the floor, bringing his whole body down a little ways. You’re not that cruel, right? Right?
“Greedy little thing. You better watch that hand, pretty one. Do your job, and keep taking it.”
He’s at a different angle now, looking upward, as you hunch over and fuck his throat.
Ah, that may have been a bit much, you think, as he taps your thigh firmly. But he doesn’t withdraw, instead encouraging you to keep at your previous pace, without skipping a beat. You appreciate the gesture, but you do worry that he may be overdoing it. You release his wrist from under your foot, nudging it between his legs as if to give him the okay to touch himself. He’s grateful, moaning loudly with his mouth full, squeezing his weeping tip.
He cums fast, nearly inhaling his own drool as he hiccups and slides off of your cock, thick and heavy strings of saliva slipping down his chin. He whines, hand covered in cum, trembling and dumb.
“Hey, you okay? Do you need a minute?” You ask, and his lack of response has you a little concerned. “Can I go grab a washcloth or do you need me here for a bit?”
“Go- yeah, go ahead.”
You rush, all hastened breaths and drumming fingers as the water heats. Hands steady again the closer you get to him, dabbing away at outstretched hands and quivering thighs.
“I think you might’ve forced yourself a little,” you comment, thumbs swiping away the spit on his chin and jaw. You punctuate the statement with a kiss on his forehead. He settles quickly, standing without you asking him to. A hand raises to gesture to his neck for all of a half second, and you’re already leading him to the kitchen, filling the kettle and choosing some leaves.
“You really don’t need to,” he tells you, only as loudly as his voice will now allow, and you hush him.
“It’s a good thing I want to, then. Take it, it’ll help your throat. As will the honey, so don’t complain about it being sweet.” Belatedly, you seize the opportunity. “… Honey.”
His eyes narrow as he processes, an amused frown pulling his lips taut.
“That was terrible.”
“I know. But you’re smiling aren’t you?”
“I’m smiling because we’re standing nude in a kitchen, making tea, and you crack a joke about honey.”
The absurdity does make you grin, you suppose. He’s not the only one turning a little pink now, and you can’t seem to stop yourself taking his hand in yours. His affection is returned easily and unrestrained, bringing you in and backing you into the edge of the counter to kiss you like there’s nothing else that might ever occupy his mind.
It’s a pleasant silence, one that slips into the small room and between you and warms the both of you despite frigid countertops and arctic air conditioning.
The kettle begins to whistle.
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2kiran · 5 months
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AAAAAA YOU WRITTE FOR VALORANT TOO!!!?!!?
OKAY OKAY, MAYBE LIKE, CHAMBER (or Yoru, idk) WITH A DOM MALE READER THAT WANTS TO TEACH THEM A LESSON ABOUT "RESPECT" BY FUCKING THEM SENSELESS!?!?
GRRR TY IF YOU DO
JUSTE LÀ —— v i n c e n t “ c h a m b e r ” f a b r o n
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“My plan wasn’t smart?” You repeat his earlier statement, scoffing as the words taste bitter on your tongue. Vincent was in your lap, bent over, and reddened ass exposed to you. “You wanna repeat that to me?” He immediately shook his head, a sobbing hiccup rising from his throat. “‘M sorry, mon amour. I didn’t mean—”
Your hand lifts from his ass before it comes back down, “No, no, no. Repeat yourself.”
His face was pink and sweaty, tears building on his waterline. A sharp gasp left his mouth at the impact. He shook his head, silently refusing. He rocked his hips to try to find relief, cock weeping from the lack of attention. “Fucking brat,” You sighed, tone of disappointment. “Do you ever listen to me?” Your free hand grabs his hair, watching his back arch. “I’m—” You land another smack, and another, and another, until tears freely streamed down his face and the look in his eyes were dazed. You yank him back to rest against your front. Kissing his cheek, you murmured apologies for the uncomfortable sting of pain.
“Shhh...” You quickly shush him, thumbs rubbing at his sides to calm him down. His cock twitches when he hears the clink of your belt. One of your hands unzipped your pants, pulling them down with your boxers. He raises his hips in permission, hole wet with your spit and lube. He begins to slide down on your cock, taking it inch by inch. His brows were furrowed in concentration, focusing on not cumming as you stretched his insides so well. “Please...” He whined, apologetically and filled with guilt.
“You just need me to teach you some manners, huh, baby?” He nods quickly in response. Your hand slides under his thigh, lifting it to give you room to move your hips. He wanted to cry harder, thinking that you’re pulling out, no longer wanting to — “Fuck!” He groaned, hole clenching as your thrust felt like you were sending a spark up his spine.
Vincent whimpered your name, his brain numbing by the second. You roll one of his nipples in between your fingers, pulling at it enough to have him sob weakly. “M–mon amour, ah, je suis désolé. S'il te plaît. Juste là— J'ai besoin de toi juste là.” he muttered under his breath, meeting your thrusts when you purposely miss his prostate. Hips trembling as he tries to keep up with your punishing pace. ( t. my love, i'm sorry. please. right there— need you right there.)
“Yeah? Here?” you grind inside of him, a whine slipping past his lips, “You gon’ respect my ideas this time, hmm?” he nods his head rapidly, “Y–yes, ‘m sorry. Didn’t mean to — nngh — insult you like that, mon cœur.” ( my heart ) you angle your hips, hitting that spot inside of him the way he desired. He let out a choked moan, a sudden tear falling. His features were contorted in pleasure, brows drew closer, and a few strands of his hair out-of-place.
If only the other agents knew how Vincent was so easy to break on your cock.
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reii-naa · 4 months
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luocha is rotting my brain and i wanna fuck him. this was kinda short since your manager is suffering in school
nsfw below, mdni/minors do not interact
sub ! luocha , hair pulling , overstimulation , dacryphilia , slight dumbification
cock/dick can be read a strap
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you were a merchant of the xianzhou, who happened to cross paths with luocha. with common interest, the two of you begin to bond and became friends. while staying on the loufu, the two of you got more and more closer.
the people who have met loucha thinks he's a charming merchant with handsome looks. and at some point, some ladies had their eyes on him, having their fantasies. you were considered lucky amongst your female coworkers who were jealous because he agreed to your invitation of drinking tea at your small house, talking about business as a fellow merchant.
oh yes, were you so lucky.
pinning down luocha as you roughly fuck him, your cock going in and out of his puffy hole. seeing him in such a whorish state was a sight to behold:
blonde hair all prayed out on his back, hands gripping the sheets for dear life, emerald eyes all clouded from pleasure, drool seeping out of his quivering lips, and body trembling from your touch.
taking a hold of his hair, you yank it, causing the male to whine. you chuckle as you continue to thrust in and out of his abused hole, his poor dick being rubbed in between his stomach and the stained sheets.
"c-cum..! cumming again!" he squeels. "again, luocha? didn't you just cum a while ago?" you asked. the man merely whined, so focused on reaching his high. "dear me, too dumb to answer?" you hum with a smirk. with one harsh trust, the blonde male lets out a moan, cumming.
despite the merchant cumming for how many times, you never stopped your thrusting. "a b-break! [name], please!" he pleads, only to have his hair pulled again. "[n-name], break!! b-break! i can't!" he cries as his hair is being yanked. tears start to leak from his eyes as he begs for a break.
you let go of his hair, seeing his face from the side. tears pour out of his emerald eyes, giving you a pleading look. this aroused you even more, seeing the pretty merchant crumble and cry.
"shit you look so pretty when you cry like that, luocha.." you mumbled, thrusting deep and hard. the man lets out a squeel, and slipping out a pornographic moan. "eh, you like that? you like that slut?" you chuckled as the blonde couldn't do anything else but take your dick.
you feel him clench around your cock. thus, with one final trust, you came inside him and filling him up. luocha sobs, cumming once again as his body trembles. you pull out of him to take a quick breath. the male pants, taking his time and calming down from his high. that's when he flips over, now facing you. the poor lad didn't have time to ask before you start pumping his cock.
"huah?!" he gasps. "ah, no! s-stop..! too muuuuch!!" the man sobs. you could only laugh in amusement as tears started to trickle down his face. "come on, luocha. didn't you agree to this? after all, you accepted my invitation.." you raised a brow, thumb rubbing over the slit of his weeping and overstimulated dick.
the blonde merchant trashes around, sobbing. "s-stop!! stop- uck?! s-stooooppp-!" luocha says, moaning and crying, body spasming from overstimulation. "isn't it rude for a guest to refuse an offer without using kind words?" you ask, but it seems that he was too dumb to understand the question.
he trashes around, sobbing and letting out random bunch of words. then, he lets out a cry, cumming once again. "ah, you came again~ how many times did you cum, luocha? can you remember?" you ask the blonde, but he seems so dazed and fucked-out to understand anything. "hehe, so cute when you're dumb." you say to yourself.
you decide to give the man the break his deserves, finally stopping. "n-no more please.. no.. m-more..." the fucked out merchant sobbed, body trembling from the amount of orgasms he made.
"yes, i know.." you kissed his forehead, and tuck some strands of his blonde hair behind his ears. you let the man calm down from overstimulation before giving him the aftercare he needs.
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this draft took way to long to finish than expected. school be kicking my ass very hard.
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anantaru · 6 months
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DAY 14 —YANDERE CORRUPTION
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kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3
a/n. the albedo one got quite long and i adore how i wrote him there, i will definitely write a separate fic on this version of him in the future, enjoy!
𖧡 — including — lyney, albedo
𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, angsty, yan! genshin men & manipulative genshin men, possessive, albedo without emotions, unhealthy behavior, unprotected syx, nipple play/tit play
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𖧡 — LYNEY
lyney strangulates the sweltering tension linked on your bodies when he towers on top of you— and he proceeds slowly when he leans into your ear, certainly impressed that his calculations were proven to be right once again.
"i knew you'd come back to me." he breathes out a laugh, that for some reason harbored deep parallelisms to horridity, the tiny hairs around the back of your neck standing tall when you realize that, yes, quite frankly, you had returned to him even after you originally forced yourself to leave him behind.
with a planted kiss on your forehead, lyney steadies both hands around your thighs before feeling up your glistening pussy, his cock head roughing up and down your naked folds, leisurely gathering your arousal on his shaft to mock this situation more notably— the way you were already soaked without much required touches of him only further proved his point.
his rasping groans were continuously deepening but glimmered with an added pitchy timbre, yet were certainly nothing in comparison to the heavenly whines and whimpers you had hoped you'd be able to keep hidden in your chest.
"no, no, no," he mutters, distraught, and you flinch when he prods his rosy tip over your slit to make you sob at him, yet he still wouldn't move himself inside. "you need to be vocal with me, okay?" clearly, you weren't capable to see the danger of the situation, and it's ominously lurking like a frightening shadow on top of you, manifesting in the darkness of his eyes— his pupils lost on the brilliant twinkle around them that you originally fell in love with, his light bangs sticking to his forehead when he, at last, slides himself inside your cunt.
you toss your head into the pillows when he penetrates you, your legs instantly clinging around his waist as he fucks into the solidity of your slit, eagerly awaiting your noises whilst suffocating his own.
lyney cannot be louder than you right now, he had to hear you first— now, that your pussy was so tightly wrapped around his dripping cock, a brew of your arousal and his white pre trickling down his balls and seeping onto the silken bedsheets, staining the clean linen.
you drawl out the bundling moans in your throat all shakily as he carries on to pistol his thudding erection into you, the squelching noises only growing louder by now, buzzing through the darkened room as you lose any form of possible regret in you— his hands continuously tightening around your hips, lusting after wanting to feel more of you, the growing yearn for you, especially of how you're clamping down on his shaft and taking him like a second skin, sucking his length in as he grinds at the spongy patches on your sweet spots.
"that’s right, keep showing me how you feel, baby," lyney groans into your lips, eyes glazed with lust, "because— ah, fuck, you know i need to hear it." and you don't answer him with words, far too embarrassed that it had gotten to this point again, instead huffing out a pitchy weep, being unable to hear anything besides the ever-growing slap,slap,slap of your bodies colliding against each other, finding the skin so effortlessly well as lyney leans into your neck to meet your shoulder, mouthing over the wet spots before reaching your ear at last.
"because you know i'll never be able to let you go."
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𖧡 — ALBEDO
"oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?"
with infinite tenderness, albedo kisses your chest after speaking with a weary resignation enlaced around his words, directly taking notice of the rapid thuds behind your ribcage— you're nervous, hanging on every word he said and each move he made.
the soothing trace of his lips prancing on your skin ignited the nerves of your body— the tranquil look on your soft features signalizing such, not to mention your high-lifting noises all together pulled his soul back inside of him, his cheeks bathing in a valentine-red when you squeeze your hips into his groin.
it makes albedo tilt his head with a small smile dancing on his face, all whilst his sunny, kind expression was silently melting off as his focused gaze shadows over your tied hands pushed above your head— an experiment, he might add, something he had originally proposed to you a while back, and thankfully you did give him your agreement to it, a shimmering layer of your sweat touching up your forehead as your breath stammers inside of you the moment he rolls the flat of his tongue over your nipples.
"i noticed—" he stops in midst his sentencing, his hot breath tickling the wet spots on your breasts before he hums to himself, "you like my usage of alternative names for you, am I correct?" he wraps his mouth around your tit before hollowing his cheeks whilst your heels dug into the mattress due to the sheer roughness of it— it's not like it doesn't feel nice, but it appears as if there was no sort of emotion webbed into his handle on your frame, yet your back arches like a bow despite your worry as he traps your nipple between his lips, all the while suckling harder until he lets it go with a loud 'pop'.
you paw around his soft locks before softening your fingers inside his hair, half-lidded eyes unable to ponder around the continues red flags ringing across your entire nervous system, "yes.." you huff out, his calculated ministrations coaxed twitch after twitch from your body, "it.. feels nice to hear it."
you're already so sensitive albedo cannot believe it, besides, he hasn't even laid his fingers on you that much— your soaked cunt was still untainted for the night, although fluttering around nothing but air and practically awaiting him bare and open.
"i will remember that." he says, stoic, and he always did, the most important tool in his life being knowledge and understanding more, understanding you or humans for that matter— just as during his experiments, you so happen to be of perfect help to him, your tits also always so extra reactive when albedo had them inside his hot mouth fusing his saliva with your fluids, it makes you shiver beyond any repair when he digs his tongue against the perky nipple while holding the other breast in his hand, perceiving the immediate kindness and obedience of your returning touch.
with the drawn out foreplay, you're on the brink of a sharp edge, bracing yourself before tangling your hands further into his silken hair, "albedo," you mutter, a blazing heat pummeling on top of your cheeks as his gaze meets yours instantly, "c-can you kiss me again?"
it's silent for a second, yet it felt like an eternal state of being before he props himself up by his hands and curves one palm around your cheeks, moving closer, his facial expression not showing much but he slants against you so close that your lips almost brush against each other, even though they ultimately didn't.
"for what matter?" he asks, and his question seemed genuine, almost as if he was only waiting to receive an answer and write it down somewhere, so he can further study human emotions and perhaps even copy some samples and integrate them in his life, to appear more normal, like he was a mortal being with functioning feelings.
"no reason at all." you bite back a whimper when his grip on you suddenly tightens a little, but then ultimately softens again, pushing himself off your body before resting his weight on his knees, keeping himself slotted in between your quivering thighs— the outlines of his growing erection were obviously drawn on his pants, his chest exposed with his shirt lazily dangling around his shoulders, his skin glimmering golden with no ounce of imperfections in sight.
"i must decline," the man coughs out into his fist, and you can feel the growing awkwardness inside of your chest but also the increase of irritation as to why he was removing himself all of a sudden. for whatever reason, you brace yourself again to ask him, instantaneously covering your naked chest before propping yourself up by your elbows and tilted your head to the side.
"why?"
"—that would give off the assumption, based on books I've read," he stammers, but quickly recollects himself, "that we are harboring some kind of romantic feelings for each other, which, is not the case."
—at least from my side."
your heart sinks into your chest at the realization of what his words truly meant— wow, who would’ve thought? even after all the countless situations you had aided him in his research, have even given him your body to continue his work and sometimes looked after him when he would forget to do so himself— only to be met with the bitterly cold, numbing feeling which was referred to as reality that the man in front of you, albedo, the chief alchemist, had no single sense of human emotions inside his body, besides the ones he acted out spontaneously, almost too perfectly, to make himself fit in.
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azulock · 4 months
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Shidou, oliver, nagi and sendo when they wake up ( in the middle of the night ) to find s/o quietly weeping?
I love hurt/comfort, sooooo- maybe s/o is crying cuz of insecurities?
Love ur works❤️💋
- 👻anon
Ask got lost cause I'm a mess but I had copied it to work on another file so it's fine. Anyway ghostie, made a slight change to this one cause I'm a hot girl with nightmare problems, like night terrors actually, and the realistic kind of nightmare, it legit has me waking crying and sitting up, very angst. Funny to say that tho cause the days I was writing this I was having nightmares, the universe has a sense of irony.
gn!reader. Oliver (488 words), Sendo (499 words), Shidou (435 words), Nagi (600 words). mentions of nightmares, but no warnings, only fluff
oliver aiku
It was still pitch black in the room when Oliver woke up to the feeling of something pushing against his body. he didn't need to try and focus his eyes to know it was you - he knew well enough that he kept you in a constrictor like embrace while he slept. though, he did squeeze his eyes in a urgent attempt to get used to the darkness the moment he heard your pained hiccups and choked breath.
Gently, he rubs a large hand over your back and shoulder, gruff voice asking you what's wrong. you hesitate to answer, but stop pushing against him and he takes it as a chance to bring you closer in, burying his face in your hair. when you don't respond, only continue crying against his bare chest Oliver already knows the answer - truth is he knew even before he asked.
He'd already seen you have nightmares, already been woken up by the trashing and incoherent, panicked sleep talking. he just never saw you wake up like this, crying, sweating and choking on your own breath. Oliver takes a moment to fully will his body to wake up, softly caressing your head and back while he does. when the gentle touch doesn't work to stop your crying he pulls you onto his lap, pushing away the covers before getting up with you in his arms.
Even in your confused state you are fast to ask him where he is going, arms weakly surrounding his broad shoulders. when he answers, you furrow your brows and stare at him. "a shower?" you mutter back. "yeah, you know I like showering with you," he answers with a yawn, you knew it was true, and not even in a sexual way, for Oliver it was like a bonding activity. "but it's the middle of the night," you protest and he shrugs. "doesn't matter, we gotta wash away those nightmares, love."
The minute the warm water hits his hand he is brought back to a time when he was a child and his mother used the same thing for him, running a shower to wash away whatever plagued his small mind. to this day, the water still felt grounding to him. it took a bit of coaxing but Oliver managed to get you under the shower with him, the warm stream luring you into it's soothing touch. you let him wash your skin and listen to him babble about nothing at all. soon enough you are talking too, and even laughing at his bad singing as he pulls you into dancing with him, head laying on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat.
"ah, I think we should leave now before my hands turn fully into raisins," you yawn against his chest. "eh, I wouldn't mind that. did the shower help?" he asks, stiffling a yawn of his own. "yeah, you did too. thank you, Oli."
sendo shuto
Waking up in the middle of the night had never been uncommon for Sendo, he was a light sleeper, and he woke often enough that he'd learned to just will himself back to sleep. but this time he couldn't do it, not when he noticed the sound was coming from his own bed. when the quiet whimpering hit his ears again he almost panicked, sitting up and reaching out to you, only to find you quietly crying, face buried in your pillow.
The moment his hand touches your shoulder you startle, apologizing between small sobs for waking him up, tears pooling in your eyes. at the sight, Sendo almost tears up himself, throwing out his own apologies for not waking up before. he holds you close, face resting in your shoulder as he gently asks you what's wrong, hands caressing your skin as he does so. You pause, hiccuping a bit before whispering to him about your nightmare with only a vague description.
He feels his heart sink, hugging you tight as he tries to sush your cries and clean away your tears. though, when he notices it isn't working, he almost panics again, before calming himself down so he can help. you cry into his chest, tears staining his shirt, and he decides staying in bed just won't do you no good. with gentle words and soft touches, Sendo urges you to get up and out of bed with him, hand never leaving yours as he guides you out of the bedroom.
You protest, insisting that he needs the rest, but he responds that he could never rest knowing you were suffering. he leads you both to the kitchen, soft smile never faltering as he offers to make you tea. when you don't reject it, he feels a little better, putting the kettle on the fire as he tries to make a conversation to distract you. soon enough you hear the familiar whistle, and Sendo gets busy with making you both tea.
Giving you both mugs to hold, he moves to pick up whatever sweet snack you got in the fridge and a mantle he kept on the arm of the couch. with everything in hand, Sendo takes you to the balcony of your apartment, sitting down side by side with the mantle over your legs to keep you both warm. You talk and drink the tea, watching the stars scattered on dark sky above the city. it's peaceful, and although it takes a little, that peace starts to seep to you, your tears drying and the smile returning to your face.
It doesn't take long for your head to be dropping on his shoulder, heavy eyes unfocused as you cling to his arm. "thank you, Shuto, it feels safe with you," it's only a whisper, but it's the loudest thing for him at the moment. "you don't need to thank me, love, I'm always here for this," he replies, even though he doesn't think you can hear.
ryusei shidou
Shidou was always something of a deep sleeper, few are the things that can disturb his slumber before it's time for his alarm to ring - an they usually piss him off. not you, though. the minute he realizes what woke him was your crying form, trembling and gasping by his side in the bed, he is fully alert. few are the things that terrify him, but seeing you like that is one of them.
At first, it's confusing, but it's only half a moment before Shidou has his arms wrapped around you tight. it ceases your trembling, and after a couple seconds your breathing is even again, but tears still fall from your eyes. he asks what is the matter, question whispered in your ear as gently as he manages. you respond with a simple "nightmare" voice quiet and shaky. Shidou had heard you mention them before, he just never imagined it was like that.
Whatever, his surprise doesn't matter now, he needs a solution, something to chase whichever nightmare you had away. he thinks for a minute before his mind slips back to the thing you did the first time you came to his house. something you do together almost once a month. it can't be a bad idea - even if the idea is watch old B horror movies.
And when Shidou offers you don't disagree - though, you did spend a second in thought, one that had him surprisingly tense. so he carries you to the couch, covers and all, before throwing some popcorn in the microwave and setting off to pick up the most ridiculous movie he can thing of - Killer Klowns from Outer Space. it's weird, it's trashy, and it's the thing you two watched at a midnight screening on your first date.
With remote control and popcorn in hand he settles with you under the covers, his eyes spending more time on you than on the screen. where you start the movie still tense and misty eyed, you end it yawning between laughs. and it's like a weight was lifted from his shoulders - Shidou knows he is not the best at delicate situations, but at least this time his methods worked. so when you suggest going back to bed, he feels like he can sleep soundly again.
"ain't you afraid of dreaming with killer clowns, tho?" he remarks with a laugh, muffled by how his face rests against your neck. "nah, killer clowns are easy stuff," you chuckle and shake your head. "besides, even if I do, I know I got you there to protect me."
nagi seishiro
For Nagi, waking up in the middle of the night was rare - it was rarer yet for him to not just immediately close his eyes and fall straight into deep sleep again. though, it was a bit hard to do that when he felt something shaking and hiccuping beside him on the bed. he was about to call it a hassle and try to sleep again when his brain finally snapped and made the connection, noticing the absence of your body wrapped around his own. the shaking and hiccuping were you - fuck, you were crying.
Slowly and carefully he turned around, at a loss of what to do when he saw your trembling form under the covers - but he knew he had to do something. with light hands Nagi pulls the covers just enough so he can see your face, his eyes being met with your red and teary ones. you both freeze for a moment before you bury your face back in the pillow, muttering an apology for waking him up, words almost unintelligible between your hiccups - shit, now he feels terrible.
Still at a bit of a loss, Nagi shakes his head, refusing your apology and trying to ask you what happened as he pulls you to him, your back against his chest. your answer is a small whisper and he only barely understands it, but he is left to wonder how terrible a nightmare gotta be to leave you like this. when you keep crying even as he tries to sooth you, Nagi notices there is no way you can go back to sleep like this, so he sits up in bed and pulls you into his lap, kissing the top of your head.
There is not much he thinks he can do, he has never been the best at dealing with peoples emotions. so Nagi does what he'd do for himself and offers to find something to distract you. he snuggles you comfortably between his legs, head resting on your shoulder as you hug a pillow. at first he tries putting some show or cartoon for you to watch on his phone, but that doesn't prove to be enough to stifle your cries and he finds himself back to the drawing board, and having to think of something else.
It takes a minute of Nagi just silently caressing your head before he thinks of something. muttering against your ear, he asks if you'd rather play something with him. when you nod stretches one arm to reach for the nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out your switch. he finds something cozy but still engaging enough to keep you entertained, and you settle on letting him hit the buttons while you just make the decisions. Nagi can't be sure how much time passes with you nestled between his arms and legs as he holds the console, but his plan works, and the game distracts you. the tears start drying on your cheeks and your breath evens out slowly, and sure as daybreak, a smile lights you face again.
"sei, thank you for doing this for me," you mutter, words cut by a long yawn. "huh? it's not like you got to thank me, tho, I don't mind it. so, what you want me to do no-" Nagi's answer is cut short just as he looks from the console back to you, finding your eyes closed as you'd fallen asleep in his arms. that night, he stays like that, being thankful he can sleep in any position, just so he can keep you safe.
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rodolfoparras · 6 months
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ALEC YOU ARE FEEDING US SO WELL
foaming at the mouth
double penetration?? the young recruit and price's wife degrade him while making him take both their cocks
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“Look at him, such an eager whore but can barley take two cocks at once”Price’s wife says, hands holding onto one of his thighs, fingers digging into the supple skin while thrusting her plastic cock into him
“He’ll ah- he’ll get there eventually. Isn’t that right pretty?” you say, voice breathy and strained while your hands hold onto his other thigh, your cockhead nudging against the plastic one and watching the way his hole stretches to try and accommodate to the both of you.
“Yes yes please I’ll do anything just please” he sobs out, his cock painfully hard and weeping as it continuously slaps against his abdomen with every thrust.
“Bet we could even work him up to take a third one hm?” You say through labored breaths, making sure to graze the wall of nerves as much as you can
“Anything -anything” price cries out, voice sounding absolutely wrecked as he teeters closer to the edge.
“Look at him, such a useless husband I have, cant even use his cock right, have to fuck him with my own one, arent you embarrassed John?” She pants out and those words are all it takes for price to cum all over himself, crying out in both pleasure and pain.
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imagine zenitsu being infuriatingly jealous whenever you’re around other guys that aren’t tanjirou and inosuke to the point where you’re done with his bullshit and try (and succeed) to get it through his head that he will always be yours by fisting his weeping cock until he has cum for the 3rd time and is a sobbing mess. he’s apologizing profusely and begging for a break, but he doesn’t use his safe word. which means that he’s relishing in the attention that you’re giving him and is enjoying his punishment.
zenitsu’s crystal looking tears stained his flushed cheeks as he tugged on the ropes around his wrists that were tied to the headboard above him. he wanted to feel your skin so badly, but he knew better than to actually attempt to break out of them. his hips make tiny thrusts up into the tight ring of your hand as he feels his next orgasm getting closer.
“pleasepleaseplease, can- can i cum again? your hand feels so good!” zenitsu pleaded, his eyes closed shut as he shudders to your experienced fingers. you tsk at the sight of your boyfriend not learning from his punishment and purposely slow the movement of your hand, zenitsu predictably whined at the action. “don’t forget why you’re here, baby. don’t you have something to say to me?” you ask pointedly, your gorgeous eyes piercing his soul that he doesn’t bother denying.
“i-i’m sorry for being jealous- ah!- and for believing you would l-leave me! please forgive me, i love you— HAH?!” zenitsu’s apology was cut off when your furious stroking continued, you brought your free hand to grab zenitsu’s cheeks and pull him into a short, but loving kiss as a reward for admitting his mistake. zenitsu pants like a dog when you pull back, his brown eyes staring into yours with so much adoration and love. “good boy. i love you more, always. cum for me.” you command, and zenitsu’s reaction is instant.
his toes curl and his eyes roll back to his head as he finally climaxes all over your fist with a blissful moan escaping his lips. you untie his bonds and straddle his waist, your ass facing his soft cock. “you got one more left for me, love?” you ask, zenitsu only has to take one look at your nude body before he’s hard again. you giggle when he nods his head furiously, you lift yourself up to line up the head of his cock along the lips of your pussy before shifting down to take his fully. you both let out enjoyable sounds of pleasure as zenitsu holds onto your hips with shaky hands.
even though you popped his cherry a long time ago, he still acts a sex deprived virgin. it was immensely adorable. “silly zenitsu, i would never leave you for anyone. not when you make me feel this good.” he didn’t last four thrusts until he spilled inside you.
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mint-yooxgi · 8 months
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Desperation - San X Reader
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Genre: Mature, Smut
Pairing: Sub!San X Dom!Reader
Words: 1,025
Warnings: Implied established relationship, Dom/Sub themes, Mistress Kink, Pegging, Asphyxiation, Degradation (Slut & Whore used once each), Overstimulation, Marking/Biting (Male rec.), Possession Kink, Slight Dacryphilia, San gets a bit Manhandled :)
A/n: Just a little drabble I thought (thot) of before bed :)
“Who do you belong to?” The words are but a low growl on your lips as you tug harshly on his hair.
“You, Mistress.” A loud moan escapes San’s lips as he meets your every thrust.
Desperately, he grips the sheets beneath him. The way your strap feels buried in his tight little hole, your hips meeting his ass as you set a ruthless pace has his eyes watering. Never before has he felt such overwhelming pleasure course through his veins, and it’s all because of you. 
What you do to him. 
What you’re doing to him.
“Fuck- please, Mistress,” he nearly chokes on a sob, not quite sure what he’s begging for right now. 
Already, you two have been going at it for hours, his thighs trembling and cock twitching with yet another release that creeps closer with every passing second. 
“Please.” He gasps.
“Please, what, Baby Boy?” You purposely slow your hips, rolling them into his ass as he begins to babble incoherently.
He hiccups, reaching behind him blindly in attempts to get you to start moving again.
“Ah-ah,” you tut. “Remember who’s in control here.”
A sharp thrust is given to emphasize your point, his whole body jerking forward at the impact.
His back muscles tense, barely steadying himself with his hands on the mattress.
Slowly, teasingly, you drag the hand that you have tangled in his hair down his spine. The way he shivers beneath your touch has you smirking as your nails rake along his skin. Already, you can see the faint red lines littering his tanned skin that you’ve given him throughout the night, recalling how he continuously begged you for more.
Who are you to deny your baby?
In the blink of an eye, you’ve lifted him back onto his knees, supporting his body with an arm wrapped around his delicate waist as you resume your brutal pace. Your fingers dig into the skin of his opposite hip, your other hand coming up to rest just below his throat.
The whines that escape him are unlike any that you’ve ever heard from him before. The high pitched moans gradually increase in frequency, his lips parting as his tongue practically lolls out of his mouth. His chest heaves with every breath that he takes, letting you use him like the toy he is, and loving every single glorious second of it.
San would not want this any other way.
As long as it’s him you use, you can do whatever you goddamn please to him, and he’ll thank you every single time with a large smile on his face.
“What a fucking whore you are, Sannie.” There’s an air of condescension to your words which make him moan. “Letting me use your tight little hole like this. Coming all over my sheets untouched like the slut you are.”
A garbled moan of your name slips passed his lips, one hand reaching back to you in order to seek purchase on your hip. Desperately, his nails dig into your skin, attempting to draw you in closer with every thrust.
“I’m yours.” He pants, tilting his head back to give you easier access to his neck. “I’m all yours.”
You do not need to be told twice.
Immediately, you’re shifting your hand that you have placed at the base of his throat to rest around the column of his neck. At the same time, the arm you have wrapped around his waist for support moves to grasp at his weeping cock. Delicately, you squeeze the base, giving a few pumps over his length as he moans loudly.
A movement of which is synonymous with the tightening of your fingers around the sides of his throat.
A strangled whimper escapes him, whole body trembling in your hold.
“You’re mine.” Your hold is downright possessive as you bite the skin of his shoulder for emphasis.
“Yours.” The word falls like a mantra from his lips as he feels his eyes roll to the back of his head. A second later, and a feeling of complete and utter weightlessness settling throughout his body as his orgasm washes over him for the nth time this night. 
You feel his cock is twitch in your hand, spurts of his white, hot come painting your fingers. Yet still, you do not relent your pace. Not until he’s a shaking, whimpering mess do you begin to slow, rolling your hips into him slowly as you hold him close.
High pitched whines and moans escape him as you help to ride him through his high, your fingers finally loosening their hold over his throat as he attempts to catch his breath. The moment you feel him collapse forward onto the bed, barely holding himself up by his arms, you still. Gently, you remove your hold over his weeping cock, his release coating your fingers in a sticky mess.
Softly, you stroke the hand that had been previously wrapped around his neck down his spine. All the while, you coo sweet nothings at him, feeling him shiver beneath your touch.
“Such a good boy for me, Sannie.” You hum, caressing the length of his spine once more before pulling out of him.
He shudders from the loss of contact, feeling empty as he fully collapses onto the bed beneath you.
Tenderly, you pull him into your arms.
“You did so well for me, Baby.” You coo, gently brushing some of his hair that clings to his forehead out of his eyes. Softly, you press kisses to his face, smiling all the while. “I’m so proud of you.”
A content hum is all you receive in response, feeling as he buries himself deeper into your loving embrace.
“That’s my Sannie,” you comb your fingers through his damp hair, allowing him to bask in the afterglow.
Slowly, you bring your opposite hand still covered in his come up to his lips. You watch with a dark gaze as they part almost subconsciously, beginning to suckle gently at your fingers. The way his tongue begins to swirl languidly against your digits has you humming contently.
You smirk, “Good Boy.”
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macfrog · 9 months
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bloodstream cowboy like me chapter seven
part seven of cowboy like me 🤠 feel free to grab parts i-vi (and more!) over on my masterlist for all ur joel miller needs. can you tell i had my period when i wrote this...? it's just a big ol' hormonal, needy MESS please don't take it seriously you'll ruin my street cred as a cynic
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pairing: dbf!joel x fem!reader
summary: you’re on your period and want attention, kisses, and pain medicine from joel. that’s all
warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!) a whole lotta fluff. like, sickly sweet fluff. mention of periods/cramps/blood, one tiny mention of pregnancy, put mdni since there are mentions of sex & sexual themes but no actual sex, age gap (reader is 23, joel is 48), bit of cursing, and a pop-tart is destroyed :( rip lil guy
word count: 3.8k
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In an instant, you want to grind into him, drag your hips along the fabric of his boxers, push him. Rile him up. Make him pine. Make him beg. What the fuck would you even do, anyway? Sex? It’s not like that’s your easiest option right now – definitely not a tidy one. But it doesn’t stop you from picturing it, now that you brought it up. Is Joel picturing it, too? He’s tracing every inch of your face with his stare, soft, but knowing. He knows exactly what’s going through your fucking mind. The way his boxers start to swell against the inside of your thigh gives it away that it’s running through his, too.
It’s been a week since you slept with Joel for the first time. Realistically, waking up in a foul mood to cramps should’ve been some sort of tiny celebration. Yay, I’m not pregnant. But the ache in your tummy, the weight of your limbs as you heave yourself around the house, the sobbing at any minor inconvenience, doesn’t feel so much like a celebration as it does a punishment.
You’d dragged yourself from bed, clutching your belly, and hobbled downstairs. Your dad left for work a couple hours ago; the slam of the front door woke you. Does he always have to be so fucking loud? You’d struggled to get back to sleep, knees tucked under your chin.
You take a blanket from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bunching it up at your belly to soothe the pain, and begin raking the cupboards for food. For crappy, sugary, junk food.
When you turn toward the toaster and bump your hip into the corner of the kitchen island, sending the Pop-Tart in your hand tumbling to the ground, you burst into tears and dial his number.
He answers on the second ring.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he coos in response to your wailing.
“Joel, I– my fuckin’ Pop-Tart just flew out of my hand!”
He’s quiet for a beat. “Your– Say that again, baby?”
What you respond with isn’t even intelligible. You know it. It only makes you sob more. Well, that, and looking down at the crumbled pastry on your kitchen floor.
Joel spends the next five minutes calming you down, shushing down the line and trying to get you to speak in plain English. Eventually, you take a deep breath and speak clearly between gasps.
“I – am on – my period. I – got – my – period.”
“Ah,” he muses. “That makes a lot more sense, kid.”
You burst into tears again.
“Hey, hey,” he’s laughing now, “no, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay. Look, I got a free house today – Sarah’s out all day. I ain’t workin’, either. How about you jump in the car and come over? We can lay in bed all day and I can make you feel better. How’s that sound?”
You sniff and mumble a quiet, “Good”.
Joel tells you to head on over once you’re ready. You throw a sweatshirt over your shoulders, slip into comfortable shoes, and get straight into the car. When you pull up outside, he’s already standing at the front door.
Just the sight of him makes you weep. Leaning against the porch post, one hand hooked around his belt. You get out, hunched over with the pain below your belly button, and waddle over to him.
“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers as he wraps an arm around you, basically pulling you up the steps to him. “Gonna get you nice and comfortable, okay?”
You lean into his chest and he kisses your head, closing the door softly behind you.
“Upstairs,” he instructs.
You silently obey and make for his bedroom, shuffling your feet along the carpet. When Joel enters the room a few minutes after you, you’re buried in the middle of his bed amongst a sea of pillows and blankets.
“Feelin’ alright?”
“Ish.”
He has a mug of tea in one hand, a box of pain meds in the other, and a hot pack draped over his arm. He sets the tea down on your nightstand, hands you the hot pack (which you immediately lay across your stomach), and offers you the pain meds.
“Water?” you ask, looking up at him with a petted lip.
“I brought tea.” He nods at the mug.
“I can’t take pills with hot tea,” you whisper.
He gives you an affectionate smile and shakes his head. “You’re lucky I care about you s’much.” He leaves the room, calling back, “Put those puppy-dog eyes away!”
You smile smugly to yourself and shimmy deeper into Joel’s pillows. He returns moments later with a glass of water.
“Your highness,” he grumbles as he sets it down for you. Then he pulls a small blue packet from under his elbow.
“Don’t have much round here, bein’ on my own mosta the time,” he admits, sliding it onto the nightstand, “found these in Sarah’s bathroom. They do?”
You smile, eyes scanning over the Always logo. “They’re great.”
The edges of Joel’s mouth lift, proud, like he reckons he’s outdone himself.
You gulp a couple of painkillers down and settle back into bed, heat pad already working its magic.
Joel lifts his side of the comforter up to climb in beside you, but you stretch an arm out.
“Uh-uh.”
“Huh?”
“Not in your jeans. Are we animals?”
He peers down at himself. “The hell am I s’posed to wear?”
“You don’t have sweatpants?”
“I’m supposed to change into my sweatpants just to cuddle?”
“Who the hell lounges around the house on their day off in jeans, anyway, weirdo?”
He clicks his teeth. “You’re talkin’ awful big for someone meant to be in pain, y’know,” he huffs as he unbuttons his jeans and hauls them down his legs. “T-shirt okay?”
“T-shirt’s fine.”
In just his tee, boxers and socks, he climbs in alongside you, snakes his arms around you, and slots his thigh between yours the way he always does. It calms you instantly: his warmth, the sound of his heart beating into your ear, his chest rising and falling with his breathing.
“You okay, sweet girl?” Joel mumbles into your hair.
“Mhm,” you reply, feeling yourself dropping off. “Sleepy.”
He runs a hand under the hem of your sweatshirt and up your bare back, rubbing circles gently where the pain is. You’re asleep within minutes.
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You stir to the distant sound of voices. Still enveloped in Joel’s arms, you flutter your eyes open slowly, and look up to his face, lit blue by the TV. He’s watching ESPN.
His eyes dance along the screen, following the players running. His beard, thick, dark, gray and white spotted along his chin, disturbed as he runs his fingers through it. His skin, marked by the sun, by time, by fine lines and dimples at the corners of his mouth.
The Joel you’ve known your whole life – grumbling, head dipped, brows close together; his rough hands and his worn jeans, his awkward squeezes in place of hugs…he doesn’t exist anymore. He’s replaced by this new Joel: kind, warm, approachable. Like you can finally see him, finally get to know him.
The Joel who doesn’t think twice about taking you in his arms, isn’t concerned with how you’ll react. Just knows you’ll fall into him any which way his hands touch you. The Joel who can have you bent double under him, panting his name, and the same Joel who can lull you to sleep with nothing but his scent and his thumb drawing lazy circles on your skin.
The Joel who makes you want to call him your Joel, like he’s made only for you. He does these things only for you. He’s different for you.
Suddenly you feel shy. Realizing that this is the first time he’s seen you like this – vulnerable, in pain. Hurting. And then realizing that he didn’t miss a beat; just swept you up in his arms and bundled you into his bed. Made you comfortable. Made you safe.
You swallow your heart back into your chest. For a second, you almost felt…something. A shift. Something new. A problem arising.
Joel glances down, notices you watching him, and mutes the anchors’ voices.
“Welcome back,” he whispers, giving you a little squeeze. “Better?”
“Mhm. Thanks.”
“I was gonna order a pizza, if you wanted.”
He reads your mind again. Just the thought of a fatty, greasy slab of dough with fatty, greasy cheese all over it is enough to make you salivate.
“Pizza sounds good.”
Joel, wanting to stay near you, and also not wanting to have to get up, picks up his phone and orders it from bed. You sigh as he pulls you back in and sinks lower into the pillows, turning the volume up.
You snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, where it fits perfectly. Made for you. Joel’s arm cradles around your back, sneaking under the bottom of your sweatshirt to hold your hip, keeping your body pressed against his. Your fingers trace shapes on his shirt, lids closing over with each blink.
Out of every sport in America, baseball is the one you’re interested in the least. Growing up with a diehard Rangers fan for a father will do that to you. Every week: Rangers game. Every conversation he had with Joel: Rangers. Every time the TV was switched on: Rangers talk.
You learned to tune it out when he’d rant over dinner, either to you, or into his phone, or to Joel. You’d sit back in your chair and count the crows resting on Marcia’s rooftop. Couple times Joel would kick your leg under the table and ask how school was goin’, when you’re flying back, but as soon as your answer was done your dad would steer the conversation back to baseball.
It bored you at best. Mostly it just made you huff and turn on your heel, back the way you came. Dodging Rangers talk like it was a bad smell.
This time, you doze in and out of sleep, relaxing with the rise and fall of Joel’s chest, his fingers playing with yours. The anchors push you off, then wake you back up with their raised voices as they disagree on some play, some team, some result.
You could lie here forever and never complain. Well, maybe not forever. You care about Joel a lot, but even you have your limits.
You nudge him with your head.
“Yep?”
“Who’s the dude in the blue polo?”
“That’s a coach.”
“He’s kinda cute.”
“Not my type.”
“Are we gonna watch ESPN all day?”
Joel hands you the remote. “Take your pick, darlin’.”
You begin surfing through the channels, eyes scanning for something to take your mind off the pain slowly returning between your legs. You’re barely two pages through when the doorbell rings.
Joel softly slides out from underneath you and throws his jeans on, heading downstairs where you hear him thank the delivery guy, hand him the money, and shut the door again.
“You still good with your water, or you want soda?” he calls upstairs.
“Soda, please!”
He brings up a bottle for you to share. You pull yourself up to rest against the headboard, and Joel sits the pizza between you two.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he whispers, looking up at the TV.
“Nope!” you reply, mouth full of delicious pepperoni pizza.
“Grey’s Anatomy?”
“You ain’t seen it?”
He hands you a look. Do I look like the type of guy who’s seen Grey’s Anatomy?
You giggle. “Alright, so: Meredith was datin’ this dude Derek – surgeon at the hospital, he’s so hot–” Joel raises his eyebrows, “…but he wouldn’t tell her a thing about his past. Then, she’s waitin’ for him in the lobby,” you take another bite of pizza, “and thish woman walksh over to ‘em,” gulp, “and says she’s Derek’s wife!”
He’s hanging on to every word you say, not ‘cause he actually gives a crap about Meredith and Derek, but because you do. He’s lying propped up on his elbow, watching you with doting eyes as you catch him up on the storyline of the show, smirk slowly growing on his lips.
“You gonna eat the pizza?”
You snap him out of his daydream. “Huh?”
“You ain’t touched it.”
“Oh, yeah,” he says, taking a slice. “Was just listenin’ to you.”
You tuck your chin into your shoulder and he gives your cheek a gentle squeeze, then you both turn your attention to the TV.
You spend the next couple of hours pausing the show to catch Joel up – “So Meredith ain’t into this George?” “No, he’s just a friend.” “But he loves her?” “Yep.” “And they slept together?” “Uhuh.” “That’s…complicated.” – and chatting over the more boring parts.
You’re only a couple episodes in when you finish the pizza. Joel lets you have the last slice, “Seein’ as you’re my little invalid for the day,” he says. He’d have given you the last slice whether you were ill or not, though, and you know it.
When Joel gets up to take the empty box downstairs, you slip out from under the covers to the bathroom. You sit down, underwear between your legs, and freeze.
Fuck.
Your sanitary pad is soaked through, scarlet with blood, the lining of your underwear the color of rust. You run your thumb along the fabric; it’s still damp. Lifting your top, you notice similar stains on the insides of your thighs, at the very top.
Fuuuck.
“You okay, baby?” Joel’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
“I’m…Yeah, I’m good. Uh, Joel?”
“Uhuh?”
“Could you hand me that pack of sanitary pads?”
He mumbles Sure, his shadow retreats, then the door inches open and his wrist sneaks through the gap, holding the pads out. You take it sheepishly and begin to peel the pad from your underwear, stopping when it reveals more blood stained into the fabric, this time a brighter red. Fresher. You groan, shutting your eyes and tapping the packet against your forehead.
“You sure you’re alright?” Joel asks again, this time from further away.
You’re almost doubled over on the toilet, pain back in full-throttle, voice muffled by the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “I’m fine,” you croak.
The door slowly falls open and Joel’s figure stands in the slit of light. “Kid,” he beckons, and you look up. His expression is normal, if a little concerned; but he doesn’t seem embarrassed to ask, “You need a change of underwear?”
Your face flushes and you wince, your head dropping into your hands, elbows resting on your knees. “It’s on the bed, isn’t it?”
“Might be, yeah. Sarah’ll have somethin’, sure she wouldn’t mind if you…you know…”
“Ugh,” you sigh, still keeping your face from him.
Your period was never something you cared about, even growing up with just your dad. When you got your first one at twelve, he went out and stocked the bathroom with what you needed. Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of, hell, half the population deal with it. That’s what he’d said.
And you agreed. It’s just your body doing what it does, right?
Still, you can’t ignore the heat on your cheeks from the embarrassment of the guy you’re sleeping with seeing you hunched over on his toilet, underwear stained with blood, the same stain on his bedsheets. It’s just not your finest hour.
But Joel doesn’t seem to agree.
Not when he sets foot in the bathroom and crouches by your side, placing a kiss to your temple.
“Sorry,” you mumble.
He looks offended; his head jerks back to survey you. “The hell you sorry for? You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, baby. Look,” his hand settles on your thigh, rubbing gently, “go find somethin’ to change into in Sarah’s room, get yourself cleaned up, I’ll change the bed. You’re fine.”
“’s not really romantic, is it?”
“I didn’t ask you to come here to be romantic,” he holds your head, “I asked you here to take care of you. Now go.”
He helps you to your feet and you wander off down the hall toward Sarah’s room. You guys grew up together, you’re close enough that she’d probably slap your arm for even asking to borrow her clothes, especially when you need it most right now.
Still, you whisper an apology as you rake through her closet, and make a mental note to be extra nice to her next time you see her.
Once you’ve changed, feeling a lot better, you slip back into Joel’s room where he’s fixing up the clean bedsheets.
“Done?”
You nod, and he takes your underwear from your hands and tosses it onto the pile of sheets by his laundry basket. See? No big deal. He takes your bicep and wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in.
You lift your chin and look up at him, a gleam in your eye. Thank you. He furrows his brows and gives his head a quick shake. No need to thank me.
Joel motions for you to get back into bed, where he lays back and holds his arms out for you to relax on his chest again, but you’re staring at his lips. You lean in and kiss him softly, the only thing you can think to offer him after taking care of you and being so sweet all day.
He returns it, one hand coming up to the back of your head, the other finding home on your hip. You roll back and pull his weight over your body, linking your arms behind his neck. Your thighs close around his waist and his hand runs down your bare leg.
The kiss deepens, both of you coming up for air, just to immediately fall back into one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other’s mouths.
As Joel’s hands explore the skin under your top, massaging and rubbing across your stomach, you begin to worry.
In your experience, kissing always leads to more. You’ve never been with a guy who doesn’t expect sex whenever you lay a hand on him. This feels so good, though, and you don’t want it to stop.
Still, you pull back and quickly whisper, “We can’t…you know.”
“I know. We won’t.” Joel is matter-of-fact. This ain’t a thing to him.
“I mean, we can. People do that – it’s supposed to feel better, or something? I think it helps with the cramps. I’ve never done it before, though.” You’re talking too quick, saying too much. Joel’s just watching you, letting you go on, smiling at you.
“Baby. We won’t.”
Your tongue knots. “We won’t?”
He breathes a laugh. “No, we’re just kissing. We’re not gonna do anything you don’t want. Just tryna make you feel better.”
“I’m not sayin’ I don’t wanna, I always wanna– Well, you know. I like it when we do it. I’m just saying it can get messy, you know?”
He’s grinning at you again. That fucking grin. That You’re being adorable right now grin that makes your heart skip.
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Joel reassures you when he lowers his head again and his lips find yours.
Your head tilts as you allow him access to your neck; his favorite place to leave marks. To show everyone, whether they know it or not, that you’re his. You fold, head rolling back onto the pillow as he bites a bruise into your sensitive skin.
Joel pulls away, releasing your neck from between his teeth, and you stare at each other a moment.
Something flickers across his eyes; his jaw jerks as if he’s about to open his mouth and speak. As quickly as you notice it, it disappears. He stops himself.
You run a finger along his bottom lip, and he kisses it lightly.
Between your legs, your center pressed to his, he twitches. Sparks to life. Same thing that sparks in you, though you don’t know where to put it. You don’t know how to undo it.
In an instant, you want to grind into him, drag your hips along the fabric of his boxers, push him. Rile him up. Make him pine. Make him beg.
What the fuck would you even do, anyway? Sex? It’s not like that’s your easiest option right now – definitely not a tidy one. But it doesn’t stop you from picturing it, now that you brought it up. Is Joel picturing it, too?
He’s tracing every inch of your face with his stare, soft, but knowing. He knows exactly what’s going through your fucking mind. The way his boxers start to swell against the inside of your thigh gives it away that it’s running through his, too.
And then his ringtone breaks apart the moment.
“Sorry, kid,” he groans, leaning over to retrieve it. “Hello?”
You recognize your dad’s voice instantly. He has no volume control where phone calls are concerned.
“Joel, you seen my daughter? I got home and she wasn’t here, and I can’t get a hold of ‘er.”
You scramble to find your phone amongst the bedsheets. When your hands find it, you hold it up to show Joel eight missed calls over the course of the five hours you’ve spent here. He scrunches up his nose in response.
“I ain’t seen her. I’ll try callin’ her, she’s probably just out and about.”
“Thanks, bud. She won’t have gone far, just she usually has her cell on her.”
Joel promises to call you before hanging up, and you sit back, slowly closing your eyes with a sigh.
“Now.” Joel leans into you, resting his head against yours. “I’m gonna call you, and you’re either not gonna answer – ‘cause you ain’t been answerin’ your dad – and he’s gonna worry more; or, you will answer me, I’ll call ‘im back, and he’ll wonder why you been ignorin’ him. Or…” He trails off.
“…Or, I go home and act like I ain’t seen his calls, tell him I’m sorry, and he’s none the wiser.”
“Hm.” He nods once, lips folded inward.
“I don’t wanna go,” you whimper, sliding down the headboard and resting your head against Joel’s shoulder.
“I know, darlin’. But we had our fun.” He takes your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours. “I hope I made you feel better.”
“You did,” you whisper back. In more ways than one; sure, he fed you painkillers and rubbed where you were hurting, but that isn’t all there is to it, right?
The last time you saw each other, he had you propped on the kitchen counter, legs spread, begging for him to let you cum. Today feels as much about making you feel better because of that, as it does making you feel better because of your period. Today feels like Joel telling you he cares about you past the orgasms y’all give each other.
Message received. Even though it makes you dizzy when you think too much about it.
Joel takes your hand and places a kiss to it.
“Hey,” he mumbles against your knuckles, “me ‘n your dad are going to Costco on Saturday to get stuff for this…garden party Sarah’s wantin’. You wanna come?”
“Will you hold my hand and kiss me when I want again?”
He breathes a laugh. “I will when your dad ain’t lookin’.”
“I’m in.”
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luvv4j4ybe11 · 2 months
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Js thought of a real good lo’ak Drabble so now I gotta share it with the pookies🥰
Smut under the cut, ‼️MDNI‼️…Enjoy the Drabble😚
Perv!Lo’ak stealing your panties while you clean your room, so you punish him for it…
Cleaning your room while lo’ak is sitting on your bed, and while separating your clothes you mindlessly place your panties right next to him. Not even thinking twice about it, while he was thinking of which pair he wanted to ruin with his cum the most.
As you were turned around, he quickly grabs the pretty purple pair of panties with a rhinestone shaped heart on the right side of them and stuffs them into his loincloth before you could notice.
You walk towards the bed to put the pile of socks and panties away before realizing one of your favorite pairs is missing. Immediately putting two and two together you look at lo’ak, who has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
“Lo’ak.” You demand, not even needing to specify on what you were asking of him.
“Mamas.” He retorts, looking down at your small frame with hooded eyes.
Slowly you place your hands on his thighs, rubbing them up and down. “Wanna tell me where my panties went, babyboy?” You coo, making his tail sway excitedly and ears twitch at your tone. “Mhm, no clue, mama.” Smart-ass. He thinks he’s so funny.
“Oh, really?” You replied while slowly crawling into his lap, tracing your hand down his toned stomach,then to his v-line, and then into his loincloth. Feeling the lacey fabric of your panties against his hard on, your faces inches apart.
He shudders at the feeling of your soft fingers against his dick, making him whine lowly. “Then what’s this, sweet boy?” You question, dangling the lace on your pointer finger. A soft blush appears on his face, mind already hazy from the sound of your voice and feeling of your soft, wet pussy rubbing up and down his cock steadily.
Before he could answer you shove the fabric into his face, making him moan at the scent of you two mixed together. You take his loincloth off quickly, pulling your shorts to the side in the process too.
You press your warm puffy lips up against his dick, the juices leaking from you making it way too easy to slide up and down against him.
He whines and squirms under you pathetically, tail thrashing around violently the more you rock your hips against his sensitive cock.
“What a dirty boy. Can’t ask mommy nicely to have her panties? Couldn’t control yourself, huh?” You taunt, guiding his tip toward your greedy hole. His cock twitches and jumps at your words, letting out helpless little muffled sobs of ‘please’ and ‘I’m sorry, m-mama!’.
You sink down onto him slowly taking him right back out, doing the same thing over and over until he finally comes up with words in his foggy brain. He taps your hips frantically, letting you know he wanted to speak. “P-please mama! Fuck!-Please I’m sorry-ah!~ for taking your panties without-hah~asking, I won’t do it again I promise.” He cry’s out, brain short circuiting from the feeling of your cunt squeezing his weeping tip so tight.
You let out comforting coos and praises of “it’s ok, sweet boy” and “so good for mama, aren’t you?” , making him let out a stream of content purrs.
Without warning you slam down onto him, both of you moaning loudly at the feeling of his huge cock filling up your small pussy to the brim. The pace you set is ruthless, using him to reach your high, causing him to let out the prettiest noises and pleas. The feeling of being used proving wayy too much for your sweet boy.
Obscene skin slapping nosies and lewd moans filled the room, the both of you getting drunk off of each other because of it.
You glance at his face to be met with a completely fucked out expression, he was looking at you but his eyes were completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open slightly, brows tightly knit together and ears pinned to his skull. You could even see a faint gleam of tears on his waterline, oh so close to spilling over from the stimulation you were giving him.
Beautiful wasn’t even the right word to describe him right now, he looked completely breathtaking to you.
His tail wraps around your thigh tightly, one of the telltale signs that he was close. You giggle softly before rasing two of your small fingers up to his puffy lips, pressing them into his mouth firmly. Almost immediately he gets to work, tounge dancing around your fingers sloppily. “I know, baby, I know. Need you to be a good boy and cum for me, ok? Can you do that for me?”
His cock twitches rapidly at your words, breathing turning erratic and hips stuttering before he spills his warm, sticky load into you. You moan softly at the feeling of being even more full. Your pace turning quick and sloppy as you get closer to your peak.
Tears spill over his face as the overstimulation hits him, gripping your hips desperately as you use him to get yourself off. “P-please..no..no-fuck!~hah..m-more, mama. Please..” his tone was soft and breathless, making your demeanor melt slightly. “Awh, you poor baby. Mommy is just so mean to you, isn’t she?” You tease, clenching around him harshly just to see his eyes roll back into his head as he buck his hips up into you.
The sight makes you moan softly before you wrap your hand around his throat to kiss him passionately, his hips messily trying to match the pace of your hips. The feeling of his tip kissing your sweet spot makes both of you cum instantly, moaning and panting into each others mouths feverishly.
Once you finally recollect yourself, you slide off of him. Grabbing the your panties to rub them against your spent cunt, completely covering them in both of your juices.
Lo’ak is still completely out of it, looking at you with a disoriented expression. You glance at him with a loving smile before rubbing the slick fabric against his sensitive tip, making him whimper at the sudden stimulation.
You leave a trail of kisses from his lips, to his ear before nipping at the tip of it gently. “Next time, just ask, babyboy.” You say innocently before placing a sweet kiss to his cheek before you continue clean your room.
Leaving him a dazed, spent mess, cock still hard and twitching against the purple fabric.
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majestyjun · 1 year
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i don’t know if this is where you send submissions, if not i’m sorry.
but how do you think yeonjun would react to a partner who is still inexperienced. who naturally leans into submission and maybe fucks her into mating press for the first time. with some sweet praises + dirty talk ( thank you )
WTF IS WRONG W U how could u do this to me ughbhh i need himmmm
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# yeonjun + innocence kink !!
tw. f!reader, corruption kink, marking, fingering, ruined orgasm, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, making out. minors dni + nsfw !!
a/n. goddamnit guess who tf went through their album of over 2k photos to find the right one of him for this he’s so FINE (also yes u found the right place for suggestions lol)
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“don’t hide, darling.” a firm grip encloses your wrists, gently pulling them away from your chest, exposing your delicate skin. loving eyes survey your chest and neck, your face set alight as yeonjun licks his lips. “w-what are you g-going to do?” you whimper, embarrassed by his intense gaze, even through his glasses. “i think ill mark up your beautiful skin, make a mess of you.” a smirk crosses his features, relishing your innocent question. leaning down, he licks a long stripe from between your breasts to your collarbone, sucking lightly before biting down on your sensitive skin. a high pitched whine escapes from the back of your throat, an unfamiliar mix of shame and obscene pleasure sending heat to your core. smiling against your skin, yeonjun leaves heated kisses and nips across your chest, patches of red-purple love bite flowers blooming in his wake, hand finding your breast as he pinches your nipple, eliciting deliciously sweet mewls of arousal as you writhe in grasp, unable to handle the indecent touches.
“you’re so naughty, princess, encouraging me so cutely, ” yeonjun teases, licking your nipple as he reaches down between your legs, feeling the slick between your legs as you unintentionally buck your hips into his, “so wet and i haven’t done anything yet.” “ah!—n-not there! w-wait!” you wail, his fingers circling around, but not quite in your sopping cunt, “d-don’t want t-to be the only o-one!” “oh?” he laughs darkly, “only one in what?” “d-don’t want—“ you begin, only for yeonjun to teasingly pinch your clit, evoking a high pitched cry as you weep, burning with heat. “don’t want what, darling?” he whispers in your ear, warm breath tickling your earlobe. “d-don’t want to b-be the only one n-naked!” your cheeks flare in a blush as you struggle to convey your thought, shrinking under his amused gaze. “if you wanted to see me, you could have just told me, princess. so shy, aren’t you?” tugging off his shirt a single swoop, your face burns even more at the site of his sculpted torso, hands covering your eyes to avoid his taunting gaze. “thought you wanted to see me?”
a shocked squeal breaks free of your throat as two fingers slide into your heat, before he dangles them before your eyes, peeking between your fingers. obscenely dripping with your slick, coated from the tip to his knuckle. “look how wet you are, darling,” smirking at your flustered state, yeonjun slowly licks his fingers, maintaining his controlled eye contact with you as he sucks slightly at his fingertip, “such a dirty slut, pretending to be so innocent on the outside.” locking your wrists in an iron group, hands ripped away from your face as he pressed them into the sheets above your head. “told you, don’t hide yourself.” he sternly instructs, reaching for your cunt again with his free hand. salacious, sugar sweet sobs wrack your body as yeonjun pushes three fingers into your warmth, pussy clenching around them as he pumps in and out, pinching your clit, drawing out tears from your eyes.
sinful sounds of your slick sliding in and out of your cunt with his fingers, relentlessly stimulating your sensitive folds, sending electric streams of pleasure to your core. panting with arousal, your body rapidly approaches its high, pressure unbearable in your heat… until his fingers slide out, ruining your approaching orgasm as your cunt clenches around nothing, suddenly empty. “don’t recall saying you could cum, princess. such an impatient slut, trying to get away without me?” yeonjun looks down at your body, tears rolling down flushed cheeks, splotchy chest heaving with agony-filled sobs.
“beg for it.” he orders, savoring your apparent distress. “p-please j-jjun!” you gasp, teary and breathless with desperation. “words, darling.” “p-please l-let me c-cum! n-need y-your cock!” you whimper, face burning with humiliation at your neediness. “so easy, isn’t it, slut?” he whispers approvingly, sliding off his sweats and releasing your wrists, hands finding your knees as he pushes them towards your chest, “always going to give it when you ask so lewdly.” the tip of his angry red dick profs at your soaked entrance, teasingly rubbing your slit until he draws out your sweet sobs. tears stream down your face, cries filling the room as yeonjun sheathes himself into your pussy, your dripping slick easily lubricating your folds. “so tight,” he praises, “only for me.” racy sounds of skin against skin echoes throughout the room as he thrusts deep into your cunt, further than his fingers could ever reach. “s-so deep—n-need more, jjun!” moaning, breasts bouncing as he aggressively pounds into your abused cunt, pining you to the sheets by your legs pressed against your chest. lost in pleasure, your whines become incoherent as you sob for release, skin burning with need.
“j-jun! agh—c-can’t take a-anymore!” you wail. “g-god, so perfect for me,” he grunts, “cum for me, princess.” the knot in your stomach bursts as you cum, clenching tightly around his cock as your juices soak his length. “t-take it all, darling!” yeonjun pants, coating your walls white as he releases, letting go of your leg as he pulls out, stroking his dick to paint your folds white. swiping two long fingers up your abused cunt, he presses them against your lips. “taste yourself, slut.” he orders, controlled compared to your dazes, incoherent self. obeying, you lick his fingers, taking them into your mouth as you slide your tongue over his skin, swallowing the cum from his digits. “good girl,” yeonjun praises, gently taking your exhausted body between the crook of his elbow and chest as you suck on his fingers, intent on tasting your mixed cum off them. “such a slut for me,” removing his saliva drenchedfingers from your lips, he replaces them with his, tongues entangling in a erotic dance. “so in love with you,” he sighs as you lace your fingers with his, replying silently as heated kisses replace all need for words of affirmation.
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this became soooo self indulgent, but HES SO HOT I CANT HELP IT uffffffffff help >< send more hard thoughts <3
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