#Scrabble Babble

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

‘“Jozxyqk”!’ — the Inspector

‘What? You’re just making up words.’ — Angie Lake

‘’Course I’m not! A Cat taught it to me!’ — the Inspector

[reblogglelog]

soulmate hot take: you're married and happy and then you get a soulmate who is not your spouse and instead of getting divorced you just *absorbs into the household like a raindrop*

So, you love this person. Dear god. They're everything. You have had hard talks about how to make it work and then you make it work. Because love is effort and trust. Love is a conscious thing.

And then some arbitrary cosmic McGuffin tells all that your soul mate is this person you've never met. This rando and suddenly you're supposed to be besotted.

Maybe you are. Maybe you're not.

But, you got this love you've fought for. You've loved for.

"I'm so...so happy I met you. This is. Well, people dream of it." With a gesture: "This is, my, uh, my spouse."

"Oh! charmed," The smile is genuine.

"I love them." It is concrete. This love is made with the work of a person's hands and the cosmos will not take it away.

"Yeah," soulmate says. they look a little unsure and a little wilted.

"I want to know you," is said.

"I'd like that," is said.

"Me, too?" is a question. "But, uh, I'd also like breakfast."

[tatert07s]

Had a realization that Merrill and Ghafar, color-coded together, is the colors of a watermelon. And I always draw the comparison that their daughter is a cantaloupe/honeydew/melon baby.

I kind of want to rename their whole ship to something melon-related now….

[penvisions]

he doesn't want to stop.

his hips move against yours with a force that shoves you up the bed with each deep thrust. the hitch of your breath and the clench of you tight around him spurring him on as he grips the back of your knees like a lifeline. the bounce of your free chest, tight nipples catch the morning light streaming in through the blinds and it makes bright spots edge around his stark, vibrant sight.

every whimper, every keen, every guttural sound that he punches from your chest with the drive of his thick cock into your wet heat is a symphony collascing wiht the slaps of his bare skin against yours, the deep huffs of his breath, the slick sound of where you two connect as he grinds into you- pausing only to lower one hand after hooking a knee over his shoulder to the back of your head.

thick fingers tangle into your loose hair, protecting you from the headboard he's got you crowded up against. your own hands scrabble at his sides, nails nipping into the skin of his ribs as you try and hold on to something as he pistons himself at a devastating pace.

'jo-oel!" you choke, voice raspy and slurred as you look up at him through wide eyes, mouth wide open as you feel him pulse.

'tha's right, baby, say my name just- like- that!' each word is spit out with a thrust, heat coiling tight in your middle, flaring out to the very tips of your fingers and making your head spin, your body flutter, your skin sparkle.

you do it again, crying out as the coil snaps. white blinds your view of him as your head flies back and your back arches. he's growling as you tighten around him impossibly so, pulling his own overwhelming release he had been staving off to bring you to yours.

hot spurts coat your insides, spilling out around him where he's pushed as deep as he can get, coating the curls at his base.

'just like that, you did such a good job f'me, baby.' he coos in that delicious voice of his, not bothering to move from where he presses into you. you can only babble in response, not sure of anything but the tangle of skin and limbs that make the two of you up. unsure where he ends and you begin. when he pulls out, you feel the thick, hot stream of him leaking out and keen at the loss.

but he knows. he knows he can't stop now, not when you make the prettiest sounds. he grips the backs of your thighs and spreads them, stretching you open and his dark eyes drink in the sight of you fluttering around nothing, his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes in the sight.

and then he dives in, pulling a shout from your heaving chest as his tongue gathers it all up and licks it back inside.

[luvnami]

"wakatoshi!"

your whimper of his first name against his ear nearly has ushijima swearing. you cling to him, both hands scrabbling for any kind of purchase on his broad back.

"please, ah! not there!"

his tip kisses your favourite spot and the world spins. his hips slam into yours as he fucks into you hard and fast. your body presses itself flush against his own, sweaty skin sticking together.

"s-sorry. you feel-," ushijima bites on his lower lip, barely cutting off a strained groan. "so good. so, so good."

each thrust into your welcoming pussy doesn't grow sloppier, even though it sounds that way, especially when you're a dripping mess and ushijima's balls are heavy and full. lewd squelches echo alongside the slap of skin on skin.

he has one hand cradling the back of your head. it allows him to hold you close to him, face nosing the exposed column of your throat.

"sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry," ushijima babbles. "i- i can't stop, just wanna cum in you, please?"

you don't know if the noise you make is intelligible or not. it doesn't matter, because ushijima cums so hard that his senses tune everything out but the release of his seed into your womb.

[ink-n-shadow]

The 141 with a girl that cums quick :( I wanna listen to them make fun of em for it and teaseeeeee

(as a girl who cums quick, i feel like this request was made for me)

THAT QUICK?

𝜗𝜚 the one where the CoD men find it cute how quickly you cum

𝜗𝜚 characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), reader has afab genetalia and uses she/her, oral sex (reader!receiving), thigh riding, anal, some degredation, some praise, pet names

simon riley is fisting the bedsheets between white knuckles as his hips stutter in their rhythm, the feeling of your warm velvet walls constricting around him at just the second sink of his thick cock into. “already? do i not fuck you ‘nough, baby? cummin’ two thrusts in ‘nd i haven’t even touched your little clit” as if he doesn’t have you folded perfectly in half beneath him, your feet almost at your ears and hands scrabbling at his forearms at the way the tingling begins forming again in the pit of your stomach at simon’s words. a mocking pout graces his lips as his big brown eyes (heavy lidded and drooping with how pussydrunk he is) flutter up to meet yours, his cock twitching when he sees the way your cloudy gaze is on him. “y’wanna come again? can feel this pretty cunt squeezin’ ‘round me—s’okay, sweet’eart. go ‘head, then. lemme feel it,” he’s breathing down your neck as his thumb finally eases firm circles around your hot wet clit, easily milking your second of many highs

johnny mactavish is tightening the grip that his fingers have around your hips and outer thighs the second he feels the tension in your body snap, nearly melding his mouth to your cunt the second your orgasm hit and the taste of you flooded his tastebuds. god, he’d barely even started, only having wormed his long tongue inside of your dripping slit before you had pawed at his head and brokenly begged him to let you come. “barely started eatin’, lass—aye, stop fuckin’ squirmin’. yer interruptin’ my meal,” he mutters wetly against your cunt as he lets a wad of spit drip from his lips, letting the saliva pool on the hood of your clit before laving his tongue over it in lazy circles. it’s enough to have your back bowing off the bed again, thighs squeezing tighter around his head as you babble incoherently enough to make johnny chuckle with his tongue swirling through your insides. “s’that right? y’gonna come for me again? already? just ‘cus i touched you right—” the wet gasp you let out at the way his tongue presses sinfully against your clit has his cock growing impossibly harder in his boxers “—here? go on, then. use my tongue, pup.”

john price is bringing a hand down against the already red and raised skin of your right asscheek once he notices the way your rhythm grows sloppy, his thigh growing wetter and thus making you slip and slide a bit easier. “atta girl,” he praises warmly as his hand moves to grip at the heated flesh, trying to soothe the burn he’d just inflicted and (knowingly) angling your hips enough that your clit bumps against his corded muscles with ease. he starts hushing your hiccuped whines by burying your face into the crook of his neck, letting him control your pace and movements with two fistfuls of your ass. “one orgasm ‘nd yer already dumb? haven’t even spread you out on my cock yet, sweetheart,” john murmurs in your ear, his words paired with the way he makes you filthily grind your slippery clit against his thigh enough to have you clawing at his forearms once again. “so easy to make you finish, poppet. just a couple swipes against that little clit of yours, and yer just gushin’, innit right?”

kyle garrick is practically brain dead when he’s only two (and a half) thrusts inside of your ass, and you’re twitching around him, cumming basically untouched. like, literally has to stop himself with a hand on your hip and the other hand holding himself up on the headboard, chuckling softly to hide the way his voice wavers. “c-christ, pretty girl—got you trained that well, don’t i? such a good girl f’me, baby. don’t be shy now—gimme another one, yeah?” before he’s bullying himself back inside of your hole, using the hand he had on your hip to gather your wrists and pin them to the small of your back. it doesn’t take long before he’s moving his hand from the headboard and snaking it between your quivering thighs, stuffing two of his fingers into your neglected cunt and smirking at the way he can feel you flutter around him. “greedy girl—but you’re so easy to please, huh? i can feel you twitchin’ around my fingers, y’gonna come again? go ‘head, princess.”

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[elswhore]

you dont even know what is overwhelming you. paige’s sharp lecturing or the merciless way she is fucking you.

rough sex. strap on. jealousy. degration. overstimulation. verbal discipline. dacryphilia. crying during sex.

tears streamed down your face blurring your vision as you clutched the sheets beneath you, your knuckles white from the effort.

your voice trembled a broken string of pleas and apologies spilling from your lips in a desperate, incoherent mess.

"f-fuck, p-paige, please, im s-sorry, fuck—" you babbled your words punctuated by sharp gasps and hiccupping sobs.

each syllable felt like it was being ripped from your throat, your body shaking under the relentless rhythm of her hips.

paige groaned her eyes squeezed shut as if she could block out your whimpering and focus solely on the task at hand.

her hands gripped your ass cheeks spreading them wider, her fingers digging into your skin with a bruising intensity that made you yelp.

the stretch of her strap filled you completely, each deep thrust sending shockwaves through your body, your nerves alight with a pleasure so overwhelming it bordered on pain.

her thumb slick with sweat, brushed across your tear streaked cheek, a fleeting gesture that was more possessive than comforting.

"i told you," she growled her voice low and rough, each word punctuated by a sharp snap of her hips.

"stop. fucking. talking. to her. she’s hitting on you, and you are too damn naive to see it."

your mouth opened to respond, a shaky "y-yes, but—" tumbling out before it dissolved into a high pitched whine.

paige was not having it.

she shifted, hoisting your legs up to rest on her shoulders, the new angle allowing her to drive even deeper.

the sensation was dizzying your head spinning as your body arched involuntarily, every nerve ending screaming from the onslaught.

her free hand gripped the headboard above you, her knuckles whitening as she used it for leverage, the wood creaking under the force of her movements.

the bed rocked with each thrust the sound mingling with your choked cries and the low, guttural groans spilling from her lips.

"you think im stupid?" paige continued her voice dripping with frustration, each word laced with a possessive edge that made your stomach flutter despite the haze of overstimulation.

"you think i dont see the way she looks at you? the way shes always texting you, trying to get in your head?"

her hips slammed forward, punctuating her words, and you gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase on her shoulders, nails digging into her skin.

"i told you to cut it off, but no, you just keep letting her in, dont you?"

"i-i didnt mean—" you tried, but the words caught in your throat swallowed by a moan as she angled her hips just right, hitting a spot that made your vision white out for a moment.

your body betrayed you hips bucking up to meet her despite the lecture, chasing the high that only she could give you.

your mind was a fog her words floating in and out like static, drowned out by the pulse pounding in your ears and the wet rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"dont give me that shit," paige snapped, her eyes finally opening to fix you with a glare that was equal parts anger and desire.

her hair was mussed, strands sticking to her sweat dampened forehead and her jaw was tight, the muscles flexing as she gritted her teeth.

"you know exactly what you are doing, and im done playing nice." she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"you’re mine, and you’re gonna learn to act like it." the possessiveness in her tone sent a shiver down your spine, your body clenching around the strap involuntarily, drawing a low, satisfied groan from her.

but even as she lectured her pace never faltered, each thrust deliberate and punishing pushing you closer to the edge until you were teetering on the brink.

your hands slid down her back nails raking across her skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake.

you wanted to respond, to promise you will listen, to beg for forgiveness but all that came out was a broken "p-paige, please, i—"

"shut up." she growled her hand leaving the headboard to grip your jaw forcing you to meet her gaze.

her eyes were dark pupils blown wide with a mix of lust and fury and the sight alone was enough to make your breath hitch.

"you dont get to talk right now, you get to take it and listen." her thumb pressed against your lips, silencing any further protests, and she shifted her weight, driving into you with a force that made your entire body jolt against the mattress.

you couldn’t focus, couldn’t think.

her words were a distant storm rumbling at the edges of your consciousness, but all you could feel was her.

her hands, her strap, the heat of her body pressed against yours, the lecture continued, a litany of grievances about your obliviousness, about how you needed to understand who you belonged to.

but it was impossible to process, your mind was too full of the way she was fucking you, the way each thrust sent you spiraling, your body trembling as you hurtled toward release.

"you’re gonna stop talking to her," paige said, her voice steady despite the exertion each word a command.

"you’re gonna block her number, delete her messages, and if she tries to come near you, you’re gonna tell her to fuck off. you hear me?"

her hand slid from your jaw to your throat not squeezing but resting there, a silent reminder of her control.

"or i swear, im gonna make you regret it." you nodded frantically tears spilling over anew, not because of the threat but because you were so close, so overwhelmed, that you could barely hold on.

"y-yes, paige, i—i’ll do it," you gasped, the words tumbling out in a desperate bid to please her, to show her you were hers.

but even as you said it your body was betraying you, your hips grinding against her, chasing the climax that was building like a tidal wave.

she smirked a flash of triumph in her eyes, but she didn’t let up.

"good girl." she murmured, the praise laced with a mocking edge that made your cheeks burn.

"now take it like you mean it."

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[pyxxiestyxx]

Laser Pointer

You're relaxing at a J-cafe, the one around the corner you went to last weekend. It had been fun petting and cuddling with the florets! You hadn't taken any drugs or whatever, but you got to play some games with them, and even give some of them the almighty Belly Rubs™️

So…you had an idea.

You compiled a FloretSafe laser pointer (and no, you had no idea how affini made the laser safe to use, but they guaranteed it, so it must be true!) and brought it to the cafe. As expected, there was a new batch of J-pets, who had just finished their breakfast and were ready to start the day. You took a seat next to one of the giant booth chairs, leaning up against it so you had a backrest while sitting on the floor.

And…when none of the affini were looking, you began to play with the laser.

Not that they would care, probably? You saw them play with one last week! It was where you had gotten the idea, after all. And watching the florets haul ass in their attempts to catch the colored dot (you had set it to cycle through the rainbow, because why not?) was hilarious. You couldn't help but giggle as one bowled into another, causing them both to forget what they were doing and begin making out very sloppily.

You played for about ten minutes, flicking the beam off whenever the affini in charge seemed to glance your way. Fun had, you began to clamber to your feet, pocketing the laser for later.

…Until a bundle of vines landed on your back, that is.

Your head rotated rustily, noting the new affini that had somehow slipped into the very booth you were leaning against, the vines making up their legs now trapping you in as they smiled.

"Good Morning, little one! I couldn't help but notice you giving all those cuties some enrichment. Care to join in, dear?"

You scrambled for your words, babbling out excuses and waving your hands around wildly. The affini listened solemnly, nodding along as you explained that you weren't a floret or a J-pet, you were just having fun, no one got hurt anyway…

Finally they pressed a vine to your lips, looking down at you with a look that oozed smug condesension. "Darling, its quite all right. I understand~" You breathed a sigh of relief.

Then you noticed (far too late, it seems) that they had pulled out the laser from your pocket, and had inserted one of their vines in a small crevice on the side.

"Follow the dot, puppy~"

The laser beeped, and you couldn't help but look as they flicked it on, and…and…

the Dot was so…pretty now…

it flashed and sparkled and pulsed in a way that was wholly unlike before.

You scrabbled to your hands and knees, beginning to reach for it, but it moved.

And moved.

And moved.

"You can get it, wildflower!" Someone was cheering you on, watching your attempts with a laugh. You smiled, blushing. You could do it! They said so!

And as you looked around, you noticed a few others were beginning to help you try and catch it too!

As you chased the laser, the affini smiled. It seems they may have found a fun new toy to play with…and they weren't talking about the laser pointer…

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

Chef!Mydei loves to bend you over the kitchen counter. The heat of the kitchen is nothing compared to the way his cock grinds against your soaked pussy from behind, one hand pressing your back down against the cold marble while the other keeps stirring a simmering sauce like it’s nothing. He grins wickedly, golden eyes glowing with hunger as he watches your legs shake, teasing you with just the tip, pushing in slow, so damn slow, until your pussy clenches down and begs for more.

“Y’know, you’re way cuter when you’re moaning around my cock instead of trying to taste-test everything,” he mutters, hips slamming forward so deep it knocks the breath from your lungs. The slap of skin-on-skin mixes with the bubbling of pots and the scent of roasted garlic, turning the whole kitchen into a dizzy, delicious mess. His braid swings with every thrust, and you swear he’s doing it harder just to hear the whimper you make when he hits that perfect spot inside your pussy.

Your nails scrabble for purchase on the counter, thighs trembling as Mydei doesn’t let up. “Fuck, you’re milking me already?” he pants, voice rough with heat. “So desperate to get filled like a little cream puff, huh?” His cock twitches inside you, thick and pulsing, and he presses his chest against your back now, trapping you under his weight like prey. “One more time, sweetheart. Say you want my cum right in that pussy.”

You can’t speak—just moan, helpless and drooling, as he drives in again and again, chasing both your highs like it’s the last damn course of the night. You clench hard around him, and he hisses, biting down on your shoulder as he finally spills, cock jerking inside your messy cunt. His cum leaks out almost immediately, dripping down your thighs and onto the tile floor. “Oops,” he says, cock still buried inside. “Better clean that up with your tongue later.”

He pulls out slow, watching his cum leak from your fluttering hole, and wipes the sweat from your lower back with a kitchen towel. “You look real pretty ruined like this,” he murmurs, giving your ass a firm smack. “But next time? I’m fucking you on the stove.”

You whimper at his words, pussy still twitching from the aftershocks, legs barely holding you up. “S-Sorry…” you babble, drooling onto the counter, but Mydei just laughs, that low, cruel sound that rumbles through your bones. His cock’s still hard, still slick with your juices and his cum, and he gives it a slow stroke, letting you see how soaked he is before nudging it right between your thighs again.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs, voice dripping with mock pity. “You think I’m done just 'cause you came once?” His fingers find your pussy again, spreading you open so your puffy, ruined hole’s on display. “This sloppy little cunt’s still hungry. Still leaking for me. Still begging for cock.” He lines himself up again, and without warning, thrusts back in, making you scream. It’s messier this time, louder, wetter—your body sucking him in like it needs to be filled again.

He holds your hips tight, fucking you faster now, deeper, like he’s got something to prove. Your belly presses against the counter edge, tits smushed flat as he rails you, heavy balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. “Yeah, that’s it,” he growls, golden eyes wild. “Take it like a good little meal. My perfect girl. My rater slut.” He leans down and licks a stripe up your spine, biting at your nape as you sob and tremble.

You're full—so full—and yet you’re still begging, babbling nonsense between gasps, tears dripping down your cheeks as another orgasm rips through your body. Mydei doesn’t stop. If anything, it just turns him on more, watching you fall apart, pussy sucking his cock like it was made for him. “Fuckin’ divine,” he groans, hips snapping faster. “Gonna breed this pussy till you’re dripping all over my kitchen floor.”

And when he cums again—thick, hot, and deep—you swear your brain turns to mush. He stays buried inside, panting hard, and kisses your shoulder with something almost tender. “Might need to call this dessert,” he murmurs, cock still twitching inside your used cunt. “Next course? You on the stovetop, spread open with your legs shaking. Sound good, sweetheart?”

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[sp4ceboo]

A/N: aaaaaand she's back (i had to get the hard thoughts out before i wrote a full length fic, i'm not sorry)

tw: 18+, smut (afab reader, fingering f recieving, piv sex, praise AND degrading ofc, angry sex, 1 spank, overstim, some dirty dirty talk icl, no protection oh dear), sometimes ken sato is a sad little meow meow but definitely not in this fic, they fuck in the basement but atp emi is on the island dw, tiniest weeniest bit of aftercare at the end

wc: 0.73k

kenji sato is seething.

tonight's game was one of the rare times when the giants had lost, and you can feel his frustration in the urgency with which he touches you, pushing you against the cool glass until your vision is filled with the sea outside, silver glimmers flashing in your eyes as fish dart by.

you can feel his frustration in the tension of his movements as he practically tears your clothes off you, and in the low grunt that sounds from behind you as he roughly yanks off his belt.

most of all, you feel his frustration in the way he runs his calloused hands over your skin, over your curves, grabbing handfuls as if to say this is still mine. i may have lost the game today, but i won this, i won her.

ken presses his hard chest to your back with the same fervor that he presses his mouth to the nape of your neck, tongue and teeth coasting over your skin. the glass is so frigid against your bare breasts that it's almost cutting, but you can't get away; he's right there behind you, raging, burning.

you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it.

there's something addictive in the harsh way he grips your hips, the way he sucks bruising hickeys onto your neck - a promise that he'll fuck you until the loss is no longer on his mind, until all he can think about is your sweet, sweet pussy.

you can't help the pitiful sound that leaves you when he kicks your legs apart, his long fingers giving you less than a second to regain your balance before he's shoving them knuckle deep into your cunt.

'so wet for me, huh?' he asks, and you can hear the lingering venom in his voice. 'such a dirty fucking slut, aren't you? turned on because i'm angry? want me to use you, hm?'

'y - yes, ah, yes i - '

the rest of whatever you were going to say dissolves into a moan, your eyes rolling back as ken pumps his fingers in and out of you fast. you scrabble against the glass for purchase, mouth agape, pleas on your lips. he's unrelenting, giving you so much all at once, giving you no time to adjust, but you know that's how he wants you: floundering, trembling, overwhelmed.

you can feel his fingers curling inside you, cataclysmically so. his thumb is bearing down on your clit, rubbing tight, agonising circles, over and over, and all at once it's enough to send you over and you're shattering into a million pieces, his name a broken cry on your lips.

'that's it,' he croons as you come. 'my good little slut.'

not even a moment later, you feel the nudge of the blunt head of his cock, and you whine, knees weak as you babble at him that you're not ready yet, knees weak as he sheathes himself inside your still spasming cunt. tears come to your eyes then, and his hand cracks down on your ass, your whole body jolting in reply.

'you take what i give you,' he growls in your ear.

'please,' you sob. 'take it out on me.'

at your words, ken groans, low and deep in your ear. you mewl at the drag of his cock against your walls, gasping when he presses your body harder against the icy cold glass, burying himself inside you again and again, his pace punishing.

taking a fistful of your hair, he yanks your head backwards, arching your back more for him as he pounds into you. tears slip down your face as the pleasure turns sharp, overstimulation rubbing your nerves raw as his deft fingers find your clit and set you on fire.

effortlessly, he brings you over the edge again, and you're screaming his name, pussy convulsing around his cock as you writhe in his arms. his thrusts become faster, until you're sure he might break you, and then suddenly he's spilling inside you.

you moan as his strokes finally peter out, resting your sweaty forehead against the glass and going limp. one hand on your waist, supporting you, ken pulls out and scoops you into his arms; you nuzzle into his chest, tucking your head under his chin, and he kisses your hair.

'feeling better now?' you ask.

he laughs. 'of course. you take me so well, baby.'

[hsnlv]

can u do a jake x pregnant reader too?

warnings: 18+ mdni!, overstimulation, fingering(?), jake coming untouched :(

giggles because it’s cute

>>>>>>>

on most days, it’s normal to have jake clinging to you like you’re his only source of air, his face buried against your neck, lazy kisses pressed into your skin.

but ever since your little bump showed up, it’s like he’s been fucking starving for you. constantly touching, caressing, kissing, whispering the filthiest praises into your skin until you’re squirming in his lap.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, dragging his mouth across your throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “how do you look this fucking good carrying my kid? s’not fair.”

his hand slides low, finding your panties soaked, and he doesn’t waste a second before shoving them aside and plunging two fingers deep into your dripping cunt.

the stretch has you gasping, clinging to his shirt, but jake just growls low against your neck, rutting his hips into nothing as he fucks his fingers into you with rough, desperate thrusts.

“shit—look at you,” he pants, the sounds of your wetness loud between you. “taking my fingers like a fucking angel… my sweet, perfect girl. always so fucking ready for me, aren’t you, pretty thing?”

you moan brokenly, clenching around his fingers, and he chokes on a groan, hips bucking against you helplessly like he’s the one getting ruined.

and without warning, without even touching himself, he’s coming — hard.

he bites down on your shoulder with a muffled cry, his whole body shuddering violently as he spills into his boxers, hot and messy and completely wrecked just from the feel of you and the filth spilling out of his mouth.

as soon as he realizes what just happened, his face burns hot with shame.

“fuck—shit, i’m sorry,” he stammers against your skin, still fucking his fingers into you even as his body trembles. “i’m sorry, baby, couldn’t help it—you’re so fucking perfect—couldn’t even hold it—”

he sounds breathless, half-wrecked, half-apologetic, babbling like he’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore, face hidden against your neck like he’s trying to disappear.

but he doesn’t stop. if anything, he fingers you even rougher, angling his hand just right to bully your g-spot, thumb grinding mercilessly over your clit.

“gonna make it up to you,” he pants, voice rough and shaking. “gonna make you come so fucking hard, pretty girl. c’mon, fuck—need you to soak my fucking hand, baby, please—”

his hand is relentless, fingers slamming into you, wrist flexing as he chases your orgasm like a man possessed.

“be good for me,” he growls lowly, hips still jerking weakly against you from aftershocks. “let me feel it, come on, baby—wanna feel you make a fucking mess on me.”

you break apart with a cry, clenching down hard around his fingers as you come violently, your slick coating his hand and dripping down your thighs.

and jake just holds you through it, whispering rough, reverent praises into your ear, still mumbling, “so good, so fucking good… ‘m sorry, i love you, baby—so fuckin’ perfect for me…”

your whole body trembles against him as you come, thighs shaking, clenching so hard around his fingers you almost trap them inside you.

but jake doesn’t stop.

if anything, the way you break for him only seems to snap whatever thin thread of control he had left.

“fuck, that’s it,” he growls, sounding half-feral as he keeps fucking his fingers into you, dragging the swollen, overstimulated walls of your pussy against his knuckles again and again. “you’re so good for me… so fucking good…”

you whimper, hips twitching, trying to shy away, but his free arm wraps around your waist tightly, holding you down against him.

“no, no, baby,” he mutters, voice shaking, messy with how desperate he is for you. “need more… need to feel you do it again… can’t stop… can’t fuckin’ stop.”

your hand scrabbles at his wrist, weakly pushing, but he just shushes you softly, his lips dragging across your damp cheek.

“i know, sweet girl, i know,” he whispers, almost soothing but still ruthlessly grinding his palm against your clit. “so sensitive, huh? s’okay. just one more, baby. gimme one more, you can do that f’me, can’t you?”

you’re crying now, little broken sobs slipping from your lips as your body convulses from the overstimulation, but it just makes jake worse.

“fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry,” he rasps, hips grinding uselessly against your ass, his cock still achingly hard even after he came. “so fuckin’ beautiful like this… just a mess for me.”

he kisses your tears away, messy and desperate, his fingers never relenting — thrusting deep, curling wickedly, rubbing your clit in tight, brutal circles until you’re completely mindless.

“sorry, baby, i’m sorry,” he keeps babbling, breath hot and fast against your skin. “you’re just so perfect… i can’t fuckin’ help it… pussy’s too good, you’re too good, fuck—”

you scream when the next orgasm tears through you, harder and meaner than the last, your cunt spasming around his fingers so violently it knocks the breath from your lungs.

jake moans, actually moans, like he’s the one coming again, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels you soak his hand, slick dripping down your thighs, making a filthy mess all over his lap.

“that’s it, that’s my girl,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing your temple, your jaw, your trembling mouth. “so good for me… made for me… fuck, i love you so much…”

he finally, finally slows down, easing his fingers out carefully while you twitch and sob quietly in his arms, every muscle in your body spent.

he hugs you close, kissing your forehead over and over, murmuring low, broken apologies into your hair.

“‘m sorry, baby… fuck, i’m sorry… you’re too perfect… couldn’t help myself… i love you so much,” he mumbles, rocking you slightly like he’s trying to calm you both down.

but even then, his hands can’t seem to stop roaming, sliding over your thighs, your hips, your bump — still touching, still needing you like he hasn’t even begun to get enough.

[snowluvvie]

₊˚⊹ ♡ . LET’S GO TO VEGAS.

₊˚⊹ ♡ . MDNI 18+ | word count — 1.9k | warnings — fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, established relationship, fingering (f receiving), creampie, biting, possessiveness

“Let’s—go—to—fucking—Vegas.”

Rafe’s voice was breathy, each word punctuated with a rough kiss, his teeth nipped at you harshly and his tongue had very little regard for the barrier of your lips, exploring your mouth like he was entitled to every inch of it.

He was.

His hands roamed your body aggressively, desperately, hands digging into your waist and your hips and reaching around to grip your ass in a way that forced a nervous giggle out of you, straight into his mouth, and he swallowed it along with every other cute noise you made.

“You’d look—so—fucking cute—in white.” His mouth moved to the corner of your lips, to your jaw, where he mouthed against the bone and sunk his teeth into your skin hard. You yelped, your fingers tugging at his hair, and he let out the smallest groan into your skin before soothing the quickly reddening mark with a drag of his tongue.

When Rafe got like this, you didn’t even have to participate half the time, all he needed was to claim you, to remind himself of how truly his you were. Without you even saying anything, he could ramble on and on and make himself rock hard just talking about the two of you. Like right now, when he was babbling about getting married in Vegas, and you could see the way his cock strained against his slacks. Painfully so, it looked like.

His hands dragged around your ass, kneading your skin and tugging on your panties. He pulled them taut so they rubbed against your clit suddenly, which was swollen from how bad you needed him, though of course you were letting him take his fill of everything else before he fucked you. He grinned proudly at the way your chest heaved, your eyebrows furrowing with frustration and discomfort as he basically gave you a wedgie for his own enjoyment—though of course, your half-lidded eyes and blown-out pupils told him everything he needed to know about how you were really feeling.

His shirt had been off for a while—as a matter of fact, you weren’t entirely sure if he’d showed up in one. The end result was the same, though. Your fingernails scrabbled lightly against his bare chest for purchase, his tanned muscles tensing under your touch, and you kept your eyes on him. Waiting, patiently, like you were supposed to.

That seemed to send him over the edge, eyes narrowing as he yanked your panties down, the lilac lace flashing against your thighs for only half a second before they were discarded on the floor. His hand was on you immediately, mouth finding yours again, and he teased your entrance with his fingers while he rubbed the flat of his palm tactlessly against your clit. His mouth was sloppy as he kissed you, his breath hot, and you were already whining and bucking your hips against him with every flick of his tongue against yours and rough press of his hand against your pussy.

“You’re my girl, right? Just mine, always.” He growled into your mouth.

This time you answered, nodding weakly, “yes, nghh, always.”

“Always what?”

Rafe should’ve known better than to keep trying to get coherent answers out of you when he was teasing your hole like this, fingers dipping halfway in, just enough to soak his hand, before he tugged them back out again. It provided barely any relief, only stoked the flames of desperation that were licking at your chest. But still, you answered—you were good like that.

“Yours. Always yours.” You whined into his mouth.

“Say you fucking swear.”

“I swear—fuck, Rafe, I swear!” As if you’d said the magic words, like that was all he needed to hear, he sunk two fingers inside of you, curling them and immediately finding the spot that had your head lolling forward, forehead pushed against him. He was unbelievably smug as he watched you, the way your swollen lips formed a near-perfect O as he finger fucked you, juices starting to drip down his hand.

“Please, please!” You keened, hips shoving against his hand roughly, like you could fit more inside of yourself on your own if you tried hard enough.

Always torn between reprimanding you for being difficult or giving in to the smug warmth that took over when you acted like this, he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. “Please what?”

You struggled with his fingers still moving in and out of you roughly, eyes hazy as you tried to focus on his face, “Please fuck me.”

“I am!” He had the audacity to sound falsely confused, even ramming his fingers more forcefully into you as if to prove his point. You gritted your teeth, though a loud moan managed to escape your mouth anyway, followed immediately by an annoyed whine.

Usually, this would go on for a lot longer. Like… a lot longer. Rafe would toy with you until you were sobbing, pulling his fingers out of you and shoving them into your mouth until tears formed in your eyes from how hard you gagged, and then he’d shove them back inside you, newly soaked. He’d watch your face intently as he made fun of you and edged you endlessly, and his face would break out into a massive grin when you would finally break down and start sobbing from it. Then, maybe, he’d give you what you wanted.

Not now, though. Not when he was in one of his moods.

As if to prove this point, he pressed his lips to yours again, moving them almost gently. Almost. You kissed him back, mewling quietly into his mouth as you leaned further into him. He pulled his fingers out of you, and your frustration at his sudden absence made you break away from the kiss to protest.

Before you could, though, you realized his hand was going to his belt. You watched as he undid his belt buckle sloppily, his hand still glistening with your juices and smearing them against the otherwise pristine metal.

“Be fucking patient—for two seconds.” Though his words were rough, his tone was too soft for him to really mean it, and he let out a sharp breath as his cock finally sprung free from his boxers, where you could still see the wet spot from his precum. The hand you had in his hair tightened to help you keep under control… the two of you had a longstanding issue—you tried desperately to grab his dick nearly every time you saw it, and every time he’d smack your hand hard enough to leave a welt and tell you the same thing—to be fucking patient for two seconds. You’d get it when he said so.

So, this time, you kept one hand in his hair and shoved the other under your thigh. Where they couldn’t grab him, unfortunately.

“That’s my girl.” He breathed, almost reverently. Your face heated up immediately, nearly falling over at how proud he was of you.

Rafe stroked himself a few times, his breath catching slightly as he did, and you watched with wide eyes the way his giant hand moved and how his hips reacted to it. He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly, a courtesy he didn’t often give you, and your eyes rolled back immediately. The stretch was minimal, you’d actually always thought his cock fit right inside like the two of you were puzzle pieces (you’d been making an earnest observation when you’d told him that after your first time together, but he’d fucked you so hard afterwards that the bed frame cracked the wall behind it. So much for honest observations.)

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, eyes trained on Rafe as you frantically tried to drink in the sight of him all at once. His abs tensed as he thrust in and out of you, your body jolting every time he bottomed out. His straw-blonde hair was perfectly tousled from the way you’d ran your fingers through it, falling in his face just-so, his jaw clenched in concentration. His oceanic eyes flicked to yours and held your gaze, the two of you locked staring into eachother’s eyes, which set him off again:

“We can go to—that little white fuckin’ church in Vegas—and then—get a—fuck, oh, fuck!” He lost his rhythm a little as he got himself more riled up, and you whimpered against his neck as he sloppily increased his pace, “get a fucking hotel room—and I can fuck you there, too—cause you’ll be mine.”

“I am yours.” You managed to get out, and were rewarded with a hard thrust, kissing your cervix in a way that made you gasp. You squeaked, hands finding his shoulders for stability and digging into his muscles, which rippled with exertion from how tightly was holding onto you.

Rafe reached up to fasten his hand around your throat lightly, pulling your mouth to his in an open-mouth kiss that was more the clashing of teeth and his desperate tongue against yours than it was lips touching.

“I’m gonna… fuck, Rafe, I’m—” He didn’t let you finish, muffling the rest of your sentence with his mouth, though the way he sped up his hips told you he knew what you were going to say. His body was warm and solid against yours, one hand squeezing your throat reassuringly while he held you in place by your waist with the other, fucking you like it really was your wedding night, like he was showing you what the rest of the nights in your life were gonna look like. Your fingernails were practically claws against his shoulders, and his face twisted into a gleeful wince that told you it stung.

“Say my name��say it.” He demanded, the look on your face clearly alerting him to the spots dancing behind your eyelids, the coil tightening inside of you that was seconds away from springing. “Now.”

And you did, shouting his name as your orgasm ripped through your body. Every last muscle of yours tensed around Rafe, your legs locking up and your pussy clenching around him. You felt his dick twitch inside of you, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he fought to keep fucking you through the aftershocks. You whimpered in sensitivity, maintaining your vice grip around his shoulders to keep you close while he fucked his cum deeper into you.

The wet sounds, which had grown unbelievably louder and more explicit, were what sent him over the edge. His eyes locked on you again, and you watched his face twist, his mouth falling open as he emptied inside of you.

Rafe shuddered, bending over you to mouth a series of kisses along your jaw and the crook of your neck, pressing his nose affectionately against your face and inhaling deeply as he finished cumming.

“I fucking love you, you know that? I do. I’ll always love you. I swear on my life.”

Your eyes fluttered, mouth quirking up slightly. “You say that every time you cum, jerk.”

His head snapped up to look at you, eyebrows furrowed defensively, though once he saw the look on your face and realized you were kidding, he relaxed. “It’s true!” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead and cradling your head gently with his hands.

“Let me get you a towel.” He said as he pulled out, and you gave a tired giggle.

“Gentlemanly.” You muttered.

Rafe grinned. “Only the best for my girl, right?”

[redr0sewrites]

Sounding Hcs w the DC Batboys - nsfw

🥀A/n: i cooked w this one ngl- ANYWAYS I NOW WRITE FOR THE DC FANDOM

🥀Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader

🥀Cw: smut, sounding, dom!reader, dirty talk, praise, double tapping/pegging, iykyk

🥀minors dni

Dick Grayson:

Dick KNOWS about sounding, but he hasn't ever tried it. it would probably come up in one of your many sexual discussions, and i genuinely think he'd agree to it without much hesitation.

he's definitely confident and maybe a bit bratty when starting off, and doesn't really do much research.

Dick is NOT expecting how pleasurable it will be and that makes him all the more susceptible to getting fucked absolutely silly

sit him down in front of a mirror so he can watch himself get fucked, eye contact flusters him

DOUBLE TAPPING. Dick is genuinely so cocky and thinks he can take the stimulation both ways (he can't, but thats the best part)

gets a little whiny when you make him cockwarm you, whether you're using a strap or your actual cock. make him cockwarm you in fromt of the mirror, and spread his legs so he can watch the fun begin

rocks his hips back against your strap/dick in anticipation

Dick has the cutest little sighs and whines as he preps himself for you, all desperate for what's to come as he stretches out his hole against your cock

immediately gets hard when you start whispering in his ear and tracing over his abdomen, murmuring all the things you wanna do with him and how pretty he'll look being fucked like this

at the sight of the sounding rod, Dick definitely gets a little squirmy, but won't say anything. watches with perfect precision as you pour lube onto the cold metal, and shivers when you smear it on his cock to get him used to the feeling.

Dick will complain about you taking too long but shuts up the second you put the sounding rod in

he goes quiet the first few seconds, but can't stifle his shocked moan when the rod touches his prostate for the first time. the combined sensation of your cock and the rod brushing against the most sensitive parts inside of him is already making his brain fuzzy, and you haven't even started moving yet!

his breathing gets all heavy and his chest heaves as he gets used to the foreign sensation. the second you rock your hips and begin to slowly fuck him? he's absolutely GONE

watching the mighty Nightwing revert to a babbling mess just because you're playing with his prostate is certainly a sight to see

poor Dick has no idea where to put his hands as you start thrusting the sounding rod in and out of his hardened cock in tandem with your thrusts, he's just sooo adorable as he scrabbles for purchase against your forearms, your hips, anything

call him a good boy and his head immediately short circuits and he turns into an even needier mess

cums QUICKLY. definitely complains when he can't come around the sounding rod. if your a little mean and tease him, his moans quickly turn into high pitched whimpers and whines of your name over and over as he literally begs for release

once he starts, he can't get enough. now that you've gotten Dick hooked on sounding he's become insatiable and it definitely becomes a part of your guys' foreplay.

if you have a cock, he's not against returning the favour and sounding you as well

"you alright, baby?"

your voice in his ear makes him shiver, and Dick nods. "how does it feel?" you coo as he squirms slightly. Dick struggles to form coherent words as the sounding rod rubs against his prostate, the sensation only amplifies as he rocks his hips.

"its- new. and good. feels s'good.." he slurrs, and you chuckle. your sweet boy rolls his hips back against your strap/cock, searching for even more friction as his mind begins to grow fuzzy.

"please move, please..." Dick murmurs, his abdomen flexing as you toy with the head of the sounding rod. his pretty cock is all flushed from arousal, and a wanton mixture of precum and lube coats his tip.

"well, since you asked so nicely.. i can't help but indulge my good boy, hm?"

Jason Todd :

this man does not know what sounding is, but he is intrigued by the idea

you're definitely the one to bring it up, and he does his own research about what it is and how it works

he'd probably bring it up to you again after researching on his own, saying that he's willing to try it, and it all starts from there

Jason can't deny he's a little uneasy with the idea, but if it pleases you then he's willing to try it, even if it's just once

he wants a sounding rod with lots of beads so he can feel them inside of him, and wouldn't be opposed to a vibrating one as well

Jason knows how it works a little more than Dick, but you still have to insert it for him.

Jason is tense with worry in front of you as you slowly toy with the entrance to his dick, and his eyes don't leave the sounding rod as you slowly stroke him off

once he's aroused, you begin the tenuous process of inserting the rod

he's definitely caught off guard by the sensation. Jason isn't usually very vocal when it comes to moans and whimpers, yet he can't help but whine and gasp as each bead of the rod passes inside.

once the rod is fully inserted and starts brushing his prostate, he's clinging to you like theres no tomorrow

Jason knows it's supposed to feel good, but he didn't expect it to feel that good. he's one of the strongest men in gotham, and yet his rough, calloused hands are practically glued to your hips as you begin to thrust the rod in and out.

he's pulling you impossibly close as you begin to set a steady rhythm, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and moaning into your ear

his cock twitches in your palm as he slowly begins to rut his hips against you, desperate for more friction as the sounding rod abuses his prostate

Jason curses up a storm as you increase your pace, unable to stop his hips from humping upwards towards the wonderful, devastating pleasure your providing.

"hngh- fuck, doll, 'm gonna- shit shit shit-"

gets very irritated when he can't cum. one of the few times you can get him to beg is by refusing to take out the rod and leaving him sooo overstimulated and needy yet unable to cum. it reduces him to such a mess <3

Jason gets overstimulated very easily, and it probably takes him a little while to calm down after you remove the sounding rod. during this time, pleaaase praise him. he won't admit it, but being so submissive makes him feel way more vulnerable than usual. the praise and reassurance you give him is definitely very important.

while i do think he's into it and would try sounding again, Jason is a little miffed that you don't get off much during the fact. sounding would be more of a "once in a blue moon" activity that you both do, but that doesn't mean he isn't hopelessly into it when you fuck him like that

after he's come down from his high, Jason is definitely flipping you over and giving you head like it's his last meal.

"oh shii-hngh-" Jason curses, hips rutting hopelessly against your palm. you slowly thrust the sounding rod deeper inside, brushing so perfectly against his prostate.

"are y'trying t' kill me, ma?" Jason slurrs against your ear, his calloused hands squeezing your hips tightly after an especially rough thrust. "cause that's what- hngh- what it feels' like.."

"aw, poor angel giving up already?" you tease, pulling the rod almost all the way out and thrusting it back inside with delicious vigor.

"h-hah, shut- shut the fuck up-" Jason is cut off by an especially loud moan, burying his head against your collarbone as the coil in his gut tightens.

"ffuck, i'm close-"

"aw, you can wait a little longer, can't you?"

Bruce Wayne :

another one who would not know what sounding is, and would need you to explain it to him in detail. almost disgusting detail. like to the point where you are definitely aware he's into it and wants to try it solely because of how many questions he asks

buys a vibrating sound rod for shits and giggles and does a generous amount of research (totally not to qualm his own curiosity, totally not. and hey, if he accidentally ends up on a porn sight, and watches how it all works for "research purposes"... thats nobodies business)

Bruce acts aloof and uninterested when the time comes, yet you both know he's secretly brimming with excitement. he's almost a little too eager to lay down in front of you, and you pretend not to notice how he's already sportjng a semi erection

he has a little bit of a reverse size kink that's only amplified in this situation. when you're as big as Bruce is, everyone seems small, and being overpowered and fucked by someone much smaller than you is definitely enticing

he's very relaxed about the whole situation and is more into it than you are before it even starts. he's definitely anticipating the vibrations, thats for sure

he probably freaks out a bit internally during the process of insertion, he's definitely the type to get all handsy when being put in a vulnerable situation

once the rod is inserted, Bruce is a little unsure of how to act. his hands wander up and down your body, his breathing is quickened and needy as his face flushes. he refuses to make eye contact with you and gets all pliant and needy when you start thrusting

his usually rough, stern voice cracks and melts into gasps and moans as you work through the tension

NEEDS your attention on him, yet gets flustered when you look at him- its almost pathetic how needy he gets from something so simple.

be a little mean and rough with him, he can take it. if you start fucking him hard, pull his hair back too and start sucking hickies onto his neck. he loooves being marked by you <3

the second you turn on the vibrations, Bruce is gone. he practically melts into your embrace and gets all clingy and needy

he buries his head into your chest, and whether you have boobs or not he definitely toys with and sucks on your nipples

if you play with his hair while fucking him, Bruce absolutely melts like putty in your hands

he's surprisingly very vocal once the vibrations are on, and starts babbling about how good it feels, and how close he is, and how he just needs you

"o-oh, it's just- hngh- fuck- too much, baby, fuuuck-"

Bruce has a lot of obvious tells when he starts getting close, but his biggest one is his thighs. they start quivering and shaking with need, and he subconsciously tries to snap them shut when the stimulation gets to be too much

becomes an absolute mess when you tease him!!!! probably doesn't beg too much, but whines and gasps instead. he also gets very clingy, and tries to pull you almost impossibly close..

aftercare is definitely important after the fact, and he definitely wants some praise.

Bruce doesn't like the idea of ending the session without you cunning as well, and can definitely go for a few more rounds- his stamina is insane and he doesn't stop until you've came at least double the amount of times he has

"hh- haahh- that feels-" Bruce throws his head back against the soft pillows, thighs quivering as you thrust the sounding rod in and out of his leaking cock.

"does that feel good, baby?" you ask, gently running your hands up and down his thighs as he trembles beneath you.

"y-yes, so good- 'm so close.." he sighs, his back arching slightly as his cock twitches in your palm. how could you resist when he just looked so delectable?

did i write this in a day? YES‼️ plspsplspslsplspslspslssplspsls send in DC requests esp for jason or dick i actually can't do this anymore im frothing at the mouth SEND EM IN

[merakiui]

Ommgg imagine little poor mouse girl yuu and spoiled ahh catboy Jade. Entering Azul's house to nom on some food and getting catch by the biggest menace in the whole house 💀

👁️ 👁️ anon,,, bless your heart forever because this is so yummy!!!!!!! OTL

Getting caught mid cheese nibble,,, :( you’ve made a mess of the kitchen, too. All sorts of packages and jars have been opened for your little snack feast. You’re so startled to see this tall, strong-looking cat,,, >_< he has such a scary smile, too. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Cat,” you tell him earnestly, pushing yourself up against the corner in hopes that he’ll forgive you and allow you to leave unscathed. ;;;; babbling excuses left and right, saying you’ll clean up after yourself, you didn’t mean to steal; you were just so hungry and this house always has such premium food!!!! That’s something Jade can agree with. His master is very particular about his preferences and indeed has rich tastes to match his big, smartly furnished home. He’s spoiled endlessly, so of course he’d know all about luxury.

Even so, this isn’t your house, nor is it your food. You even went and ate the dessert Jade was saving for tomorrow. What a greedy rat you are,, ah, forgive him. He meant mouse. :) for such a small thing, you sure have quite the appetite. You beg him not to eat you and his lips curl up into a wicked smile.

Surely he’s a good cat who can forgive and forget, right?

Right?

Before you can even escape, you’re plastered to the kitchen floor. A weak mouse like you has no chance of escaping from under him, and you can only cry out in alarm when long fingers spread your tight pussy open. You try to crawl away from him, but he just grabs your hips and pulls you right back to him, right onto his cock. T_T it’s way too big, knocking right against your cervix, and it hurts because he doesn’t give you any chance to adjust before he’s pounding your poor mouse pussy. </3 you’re apologizing profusely through your moans, scrabbling for a handhold on the tiles. But this terrible cat just places his hands over yours, fingers intertwining, as he fucks you like he intends to snap your hips in half with every brutal thrust. T_T

Azul later walks in to find a mouse he’s never seen before sprawled out on the floor, clothes shredded, skin scratched up and bitten, and absurd amounts of cum leaking from your stretched hole. And sitting amongst the mess, calmly cleaning himself, is catboy Jade.

[carmenberzattosgf]

the little thing you posted…lawrd….

his hands holding your hips tight as he thrusts, trying to keep his panting to a minimum. he’d love to cum inside, but that’s too much of a clean up for this office quickie, because majority of the time he prefers cleaning you up with his tongue and that’ll make you wanna take care of his hard on and next thing you know it’s round three.

so instead he waits until you cum then his hands scrabble to tug your shirt up, nails scraping gently against skin—revealing your soft stomach and he pulls out, frantically tugging at his cock as he makes eye contact, muttering “fill you up when we’re home, baby, promise. gonna fuckin’ knock you up at this rate, just need you so bad, all the time, f-fuck—” until he’s cumming ropes on your stomach, cock twitching at the sight of you all marked and his 💫

expanding on the carmy frantically pushing ur shirt up thing... bc let's be real his pull out game is weak and hes just like "fuckfuckfuckfuckshit" under his breath as he whimpers and comes. 一🪱

Thinking about Carmy cumming on your stomach once again…

He has you laid back on top of the desk in his office. Your pants and underwear are the only two pieces of clothing you have off. There wasn’t enough time for either of you to bother with discarding clothes; Carmy only tugs his slacks down far enough to pull his cock out.

Carmy fucks you within an inch of your life. His thrusts are rough, making your entire body shift against the desk with every stroke. It’s when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder that stars explode across your field of vision. He stays as deep as he can, rutting into you while your orgasm over takes your body.

The pulsing around Carmy’s cock brings him right to the edge of his own high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses. Carmen pulls out of you the second your peak is over, despite your objections.

One of his hands goes to the edge of your shirt. His nails scrap against your skin as he pushes your shirt up haphazardly, exposing your stomach. His other hand runs through your folds to collect your wetness on his fingers. You can’t help the whimper that leaves your throat when his fingertips nudge against your sensitive clit.

The sensation is gone as quick as it arrived, though. Carmy’s slick soaked hand grips his throbbing cock; he tugs his dick frantically, desperate for release. He maintains eye contact with you while he works himself closer to completion.

“M’sorry—gotta be able to clean up fast. Promise I’ll cum in you when we get home—fuck you’re so pretty,” Carmen babbles. His hand grips your waist, rubbing at the skin of your hip.

“Imma fill you up till your dripping—I’ll keep you fucked and sated. You’d like that wouldn’t you pretty girl—fuck— to be all mine like that?” Carmen’s eyes threaten to close as he cums with a slew of curses, but he manages to keep his eyes on you.

Specifically, he keeps his eyes on the way his cock paints your stomach in ropes of white. It threatens to drip down your hips from the rapid pace of your breathing.

The sight of your stomach covered in cum is one that Carmy could get used to, I think ;)

[heejake-hoon]

Enhypen hyung line walking to you getting off

Tags: smut, soft dom hyung line, a lot of praising, i think the title is self explanatory

Heeseung:

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers in your pleasure-fogged mind as you lose yourself in the sensations your fingers are creating. Soft gasps and breathy moans fill the bedroom, your hips rolling to meet your touch as you chase your rapidly approaching climax.

Just as you're about to crest that peak, a low groan from the doorway makes your eyes fly open. There stands Heeseung, dark gaze fixed on your nude form, pupils blown wide with lust. He looks like he wants to devour you whole.

"Someone is so eager ha?" he rasps, voice rough with arousal. Heeseung leans against the doorframe, drinking in the erotic sight of you spread out before him, touching yourself so wantonly.

You flush under the intensity of his stare but don't stop the motion of your hand, emboldened by the raw hunger etched into every line of his face.

"Why don't you come over here and join me then?" you challenge breathlessly, arching into your touch with a sultry moan.

"Oh, I will..." Heeseung promises darkly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of smooth skin and toned muscle. "But first I want to watch you make yourself come. Want to see that pretty pussy fluttering around your fingers, hear all those desperate little noises you make when you're close..."

He shrugs off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor before palming himself through his jeans. You whimper at the erotic visual, his dirty words and heated gaze stoking the fire in your veins.

"Heeseung, please..." you keen, walls beginning to clench around your digits frantically as your orgasm builds.

"Fuck, you beg so sweetly," he praises, thumbing open the button of his jeans and drawing down the zipper tantalizingly slow. "Love it when you get needy for me... Come on baby, wanna see you let go..."

His voice is pure sin, deep and dripping with lust, and it sends you flying over the edge. You cry out sharply as ecstasy floods your system, back bowing off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

Through the haze of your climax, you're vaguely aware of rustling fabric and then the mattress is dipping under Heeseung's weight. He crawls over you, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, licking filthily into you as his naked body covers your own.

"So fucking perfect," Heeseung growls against your lips, hips rolling to grind his hard, aching length against your sensitive core. "Love watching you fall apart... Could never get tired of seeing you like that."

He nips at your bottom lip before trailing biting kisses along the column of your throat, definitely leaving marks behind. You mewl, hands scrabbling at his back as he sets your nerve endings alight.

"Need to be inside you, baby," Heeseung pants, sucking a bruise into the swell of your breast. "Gonna fuck you so deep, make you scream my name... Wanna feel this pretty pussy coming on my cock again and again..."

"Yes, Heeseung please," you babble mindlessly, achingly empty and desperate to be filled. "Want you, want your cock so bad-"

With a possessive snarl, Heeseung pushes inside you to the hilt and you keen at the sudden stretch, legs falling open to accommodate the intrusion. He sets a ruthless pace, snapping his hips in sharp, deep thrusts that punch the breath from your lungs.

"Fuck, you take me so well," Heeseung groans, voice absolutely wrecked as he fucks into you mercilessly. "Love your tight little cunt, baby, fucking made for my cock..."

Lost to sensation, all you can do is hang on for dear life, nails raking down the flexing muscles of his back as he pounds into you. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room and you feel yourself rapidly approaching a second peak.

"Heeseung, 'm close," you whimper, legs beginning to tremble where they're wrapped around his pistoning hips. "Gonna come, gonna come on your cock-"

"Do it baby, fucking come for me," Heeseung commands, reaching between your bodies to circle your sensitive bud as he redoubles his efforts. "Wanna feel this pussy squeezing my dick, shit- I'm close too, gonna fill you up so fucking good-"

A particularly hard thrust paired with a deft flick of his fingers sends you hurtling over the edge with a broken scream of his name, eyes rolling back as your walls clamp down on him like a vice.

With a guttural groan, Heeseung follows you over, spilling deep inside you as his hips stutter erratically. He works you both through the aftershocks, stroking your trembling walls, wringing every last bit of pleasure from your willing body.

Jay:

 "Starting without me? Naughty girl..." Jay's amused voice cuts through your lustful haze, making your eyes snap open to find him leaning against the bathroom doorway, towel slung low around his hips.

He's clearly fresh out of the shower, raven hair damp and clinging to his forehead, rivulets of water traveling over the defined muscles of his chest and abs. The sight makes your mouth go dry.

Jay doesn't miss the way your gaze rakes over him hungrily and he smirks, slowly unwrapping the towel to reveal his hardening length. "See something you like, baby?"

Not breaking eye contact, he takes himself in hand, pumping lazily as he takes in your nude form laid out before him. "Fuck, you're so sexy... love watching you touch yourself. Gets me so hard..."

The visual of Jay stroking himself combined with his deep, rumbling dirty talk quickly sends you hurtling towards your peak.

"Jay... 'm close..." you whimper needily, walls beginning to flutter around your fingers as you chase your high.

"Don't come yet," he commands firmly, quickening his own pace. "Wanna watch you fall apart on my cock. Fuck, can't wait to feel you coming on my dick, baby- ahh fuck, I'm close too..."

With a groan, Jay strides forward, quickly replacing your fingers with his aching length in one smooth thrust. You cry out sharply as he fills you, already teetering on the knife's edge of climax.

"That's it baby, take it, fucking take it," he snarls through gritted teeth, hips pistoning furiously. "Gonna fill this pussy up so good, shit- come with me, baby, come on my cock-!"

Jake:

 "Oh fuck, baby..." Jake's choked moan makes you gasp, eyes flying open to find him staring at you with pure, unadulterated lust burning in his darkened honey gaze.

He's kneeling at the foot of the bed, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, looking like he's barely restraining himself from pouncing.

"Don't stop," Jake grits out, voice strained. "Wanna see my pretty girl make herself feel good. Can I- fuck, please let me taste you..."

At your shaky nod, he dives between your thighs with a growl, throwing your legs over his broad shoulders. The first swipe of his tongue has you keening, back arching clean off the bed as he licks into your dripping center.

"Oh fuck, Jake, your mouth-!" you sob, fingers tangling in his golden curls as he devours you like a starving man.

Jake eats you out like he's dying for it, tongue fucking into you as he sucks your sensitive bud between his lips. Your thighs tremble around his ears as he takes you apart with quick, devastating flicks of his tongue, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Jake, 'm gonna- fuck I'm gonna come-" you babble mindlessly, dissolving under his skilled ministrations.

He pulls back just enough to rasp, "Do it baby, come on my tongue, wanna taste you coming in my mouth, please-" before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

You shatter with a scream, seeing stars as your orgasm crashes through you. Jake works you through it, lapping at you until you've stopped shaking, brushing soothing kisses along your inner thighs as you catch your breath.

"Fucking perfect, baby... So good for me," he praises hoarsely, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep kiss, making you taste yourself on him. "Love making you feel good. Wanna do it again... and again... and again..." and that was exactly what he did, eating you out until you left his face all glistening with your wetness, struggling to pull out from his grasp as he didn’t stop.

Sunghoon:

You're sprawled out on the bed, one hand between your thighs, lost in pleasure as soft moans spill from your lips. So caught up in chasing your climax, you don't hear the front door opening or Sunghoon's footsteps coming down the hall.

"Baby, I'm ho-" Sunghoon's voice cuts off abruptly as he stops dead in the bedroom doorway, eyes widening at the erotic sight before him. His breath hitches, arousal slamming into him like a freight train as he watches you arch wantonly into your own touch, little whimpers falling from your mouth.

"Fuck," he rasps, the single word dripping with desire. The sound of his voice startles you and your head snaps up, hand stilling as your eyes meet Sunghoon's burning gaze.

"S-Sunghoon! You're home early..." you stammer, face flushing at being caught in such a compromising position. But Sunghoon is already striding towards the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the floor.

"Don't stop on my account, baby," he purrs, kneeling on the mattress and crawling over you predatorily. "Watching you touch yourself is so fucking hot... I want to see you make yourself feel good."

His long fingers close around your wrist, guiding your hand back between your thighs as he captures your mouth in a searing kiss. You moan into his mouth as he encourages you to continue, elegant digits sliding through your slick folds.

Sunghoon swallows your needy whimpers eagerly, tongue delving past your parted lips to claim your mouth thoroughly. He rolls your sensitive bud between his fingers, stroking expertly and sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.

Breaking the kiss, he mouths along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before rasping lowly, "That's it, baby girl... make yourself come for me. Wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers, wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make when you're desperate for it..."

Sunghoon's dirty words and skilled touch send you hurtling towards the edge embarrassingly fast. Your free hand fists in his dark hair as your back bows off the bed, high-pitched keens escaping your throat.

"Sung- ahh! I'm- I'm gonna-" you babble incoherently, thighs beginning to tremble as your peak rapidly approaches.

"Come for me, baby," Sunghoon commands, voice dripping with dark promise. "Let go, I've got you. Fuck, you're so perfect like this, wanna see you come undone..."

A few more firm strokes of his wicked fingers and you're flying apart with a sharp cry of his name, spots dancing behind your eyelids as ecstasy crashes over you in waves.

Sunghoon works you through it, touching you just right to draw out your pleasure for as long as possible. Only when the last aftershocks have faded does he withdraw his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips to taste your release.

"So good, baby," he praises roughly, eyes glinting with promise as he settles his weight over you. "But you didn't think I'd let you have all the fun, did you? We're just getting started..."

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The way this was only a Sunghoon hard thought .... Sorry i got carried away in Heeseung's part :( no m not sorry. Anyways hope you enjoy ^^