#chubby edit

[l3viat8an]

idk if it’s just me but ANGRY SEX omfg like imagine they just get so angry they HAVE to pound the shit out of you 🤭🤭 - 🪰

Nsfw

I got like 9 asks about angry /  rough sex in like an hour the other day from different anons are y’all okay? Just horny?

CW: angry / rough-ish sex, afab! reader, pick your boy cuz I couldn’t lmao

You don’t even remember what the fight was about…did you even have an argument?…Your mind is too fuzzy to think straight…..

Not right now anyway, not while he has you pressed against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist…not while he’s pounding into you so roughly, all you can do is moan and claw at his shirt trying to ground yourself.

Hell he’d practically ripped off, mumbling about getting them out of his way. Not that you care right now-

Your too busy moaning, whining with every movement of his hips, every slide of his cock in and out of your poor abused cunt….

His fingers digging into you ass so hard you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow. All while he keeps nipping and sucking at your neck, making sure to mark you as his even when he’s angry. Especially when he’s angry

Only pausing to whisper degrading words right in your ear, mocking you for letting him fuck you like this even after you said you were mad at him, even after yelling at each other….calling you a whore, his whore and asking if you knew you’d end up like this?

You both knew you’ll always end up like this-

Your eyes fall closed as you moan louder….begging for more…until you let out a surprised gasp as he pulls you away from the wall, your arms tightening around his shoulders at the sudden shift and now he’s using his grip on your ass to bounce you on his cock, chuckling at your startled expression.

You can only whine louder and hold on tighter as he uses you as a little fuck toy……you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good-

Maybe you really did deserve the way he mocked you-

His cock keeps hitting your sweet spot inside you just perfectly~

Hearing him groan in your ear as you cum around his cock.

Seeing that damn smirk on his face when your walls keep spasming around his cock, as if you still want more even deeper inside, and he taunts you by calling you a slut….his slut as he moves, dropping you on bed.

Pushing you down as he trusts into you again, moving his hips faster and faster until he’s pounding into you again….until he’s cumming…..moaning your name as he stuffs your poor little cunt with his sticky cum….

[tacendasrevenge]

Good morning ☀️

[remiratboi]

Part 4 of my fluffy lil yandere half orc story. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After that day on the beach, Ollie became significantly more protective of you. More possessive. He was always around you. He brought you coffee and breakfast, he fixed little things around the cabin for you, he planned activities for you both to do.

You wouldn’t have thought him a hardcore hobby guy, but he took you rock climbing, and snorkelling. He took you to a local pottery studio, he brought you to the library in town. He always had you doing something.

It was starting to drive you crazy.

You had wanted to relax?! Not that you didn’t enjoy the activities, and his company, but it never stopped. You were on vacation. You had planned to lie on the beach for two months straight, eating, drinking, and probably smoking a lot of weed. Now here you were, sober, and painting in the woods.

You felt guilty. This was a beautiful activity, and you were genuinely enjoying it. But it just hadn’t been what you planned for. You would have loved a few things here and there, but not every day, all day long.

You decided to tell him that evening. The painting class ended, and you were actually pretty pleased with your work. It was a life painting of the little waterfall and pond the class had been set up next to. You weren’t anything special, but you were proud of it nonetheless.

Ollie jumped into his old, open jeep and carefully placed both of your paintings behind his seat. He leaned across the bench seat to offer you his hand. He pulled you up onto the bench like you weighed nothing. It’s something he must have done 100 times by now, but every single time, you blushed like a fool.

“You’re not heavy, you know.” Ollie broke the silence as you headed back to the camp.

“… what?” You asked, confused.

“You always look so worried after I help you into the car.” He glanced at you then back to the road. “You’re not heavy.” He stated matter of factly

You blushed again. He had no idea.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I’m worried about that.” You lied lamely. You’d always been bad at lying. You chewed on your lip.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Ok, so if that’s not it,” His voice was smooth and deep. He didn’t speak much. Even now. He mostly used basic gestures to communicate. But sometimes, when you were alone, he’d talk. You loved it. More than you probably should have. A warmth spread from the centre of you and radiated out. “what is it then?” He continued, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“Uh, what is what then?” You replied, hoping he’d drop it if you pretended not to understand.

“Why do you blush so hard every time you get in my vehicle?” He asked. There was no getting around that one.

You sighed to yourself. Do you tell him? What the hell, you thought to yourself. What does it matter if he thinks you’re a horny slut? He’s just some guy you’re going to see for another month and a half, then never again. Who cares… right?

“I… gods this is embarrassing,” you started. You saw his one eyebrow raise. “It’s… ok… it’s hot as fuck, ok?” You forced out. You could feel how warm your cheeks were. This was worse than you thought it would be. You cared more than you liked.

“… what’s hot?” He asked slowly. You died a little. Of COURSE he was going to make you spell it out.

“Omg Ollie, I just… I’m not… small alright? So having a very attractive man casually lift me like it’s nothing?” You stared out the open window, unable or unwilling to look at him. “That’s really hot.”

He nodded slowly beside you. You could see in your peripheral that his cheeks had also darkened.

“Is it hot because any man is lifting you, or because I’m lifting you?” He finally asked.

Jesus Christ

“You know,” you started, your voice an octave too high. “I REALLY haven’t given it much thought.”

It was silent in the car for a long time.

Finally you couldn’t take it anymore. “So…”

He didn’t look at you. His knuckles were white on the wheel.

“So what are we doing tonight?” You asked.

“Nothing.” He replied, too quickly. Your heart fell. Here it was. Just like always.

You were quiet the rest of the drive. He dropped you off at your cabin. Normally he’d jump out and open your door for you. Not tonight. Had you really read him that wrong?

You shut the door behind you and turned around to speak. Before you could he shifted the gear and drove slowly away.

[uravitypng]

you're a new member of the league and shigaraki goes wild. he pretends he's unbothered by your presence, he doesn't care about you, you're not important and in reality he's right, your quirk isn't anything special and you're too soft. but by god does that stop him from constantly thinking about you? no.

he buries down the thoughts about you, they're a distraction, he knows this. he has no trouble being around you like he does the others, if he was completely honest with himself he knows that he's more lenient with you, if another new league member made a slip up they'd be dusted by now but he lets you off, it would be such a shame for such a pretty face to turn into dust.

he ignores you to the best of his abilities, even when he's on his own in bed he'll think about you and it will drive him mad. he doesn't understand this. you really are nothing special, it's becoming his mantra by now but then he sees your face and it's so hard for him to keep his conviction.

you look so soft, the softest thing he's ever seen, all round and squishy and he just wants to sink his teeth into you. he hates how he likes it when you smile and laugh with your chubby cheeks becoming more prominent on your face. how can someone smile and laugh so much? he doesn't understand it.

he hates how he wants grab hold of your plush stomach and bring you next to him with your body pressing against his, holding on tight and not letting you go.

he hates how he wants to shove his tongue down your throat, and his hands around your neck.

he hates how he wants to move your body in any and every position he can think about, you're such a loyal little league member, he's sure you'd let him. you always complete every mission with pride and he thinks that you'd make such a good little toy for him.

he hates when you fall asleep after having one too many drinks or when you crash after a mission on the sofa, he hates it because then he gets to finally look at you how he wants to, not just brief glances but proper looks. how your soft features look even softer close up, how you look so calm and relaxed, how you look so beautiful. how can a league member be angelic? he wants you so bad.

he hates it because he knows he can never have you. you're a distraction.

you hate that your boss never talks to you unless it's necessary or that he never looks at you in the eye, you want him to.

[alxandergoth]

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[preeningpisces]

Unwind Me - Nanami x Chubby!Reader

Notes: In honor of my Nanami headcanons being the most popular, I wanted to dedicate my first fic to him!

Highly recommend listening to Anxious by Ginuwine to set the mood

Content: Fluff, smut, pwp, established relationship, f!reader, ya'll are sappy & in loooove

Crossposted on AO3

18+ content below, mdni, & enjoy 🧡

Freshly bathed, you fold and organize your clothes, humming a tune to distract yourself. The week was chaotic and today was exhausting, but you made it through and now have the weekend ahead of you. Your fiance, who is typically more dutiful than you, takes the basket off the bed and sets it aside. Ignoring the pile of clothes, he embraces you with arms wrapped around your waist.

“Yes?” You drawl, leaning your head back against his shoulder; he smells as clean as you feel. Kento hums and walks you back towards the bed, where he guides you to sit and lie back with a playful push. Your smile morphs into a grin, then giggling as your lover crawls over you, expression mirroring your own. His head tilts as if aiming for your lips, but lands on your neck, making you sigh. The kiss is soft, only brushing your skin, more akin to a breath than a touch. The tip of his nose trails a short line stopping just under your ear, where he captures the lobe with soft lips. 

The slow, thoughtful traces torment you with arousal, but you know rushing him is foolish. Forcing yourself to be patient, your fingers dance along the planes of his body—not as gracefully as he touches you, but still appreciative in your own way. Yearning blooms in your core when his muscles flex and contract beneath your fingertips, as strong and reliable as he is. To your surprise, he tugs at your bathrobe. Seducing you for sex is standard for Kento, but trying to undress you so soon is unusual enough to rouse your curiosity.

“Eager?” The robe peels apart, and you lift yourself to aid him. 

“Always,” he says as tosses the robe away, then nestles into your shoulder. He spends all-too long brushing and tracing, his touch ghostlike. “The laundry can wait.” Ah, he’s very eager tonight. It doesn’t come as a surprise. Work stressed you so much this week you’d pass out after dinner almost nightly. Kento was understanding, as he always is, but it’s been over a week since you’ve had sex. You’re feeling needy, too.

“But your shirts will get wrinkly,” you tease, knowing how fussy he is about his clothes.

“I’ll iron them.” The tepid response and the ticklish brush of your breasts make you laugh. He’s still clothed, while you’re naked, and it makes you feel vulnerable in all the best ways.

An impatient huff demands he kiss you, but he continues mapping out your body. Miffed by his stubbornness, you grab his hair to steal the kiss yourself, but he leans out of reach. With squeeze to your wrist he coaxes you to release him, allowing him to leave the bed and pull up the nearby chair. You give him a lecherous grin as he rolls his shirt sleeves to his elbows to reveal his sculpted forearms; the grin deepens when he loosens his tie and unfastens the top two buttons of his shirt. Hot thrill dances through you when he sits in front of you, his legs spread slightly. You expect him to grab you by your hips and partake in you like a man starved, but he does not. Instead, he leads you by your ankle, propping your foot on his lap where you feel his rising excitement. 

Your brows shoot to your hairline, not sure why he has you naked on the bed with your foot resting on his boner. Honestly, you never pegged him as a foot guy. Before you can decide how you feel about your fiance having a foot fetish, he’s pouring the contents of a vial into his palm. He spreads substance over each hand, then coats your foot. Recognizing the consistency as oil, you’re relieved he wasn’t asking for a footjob. 

The press of his thumb makes you moan so deeply it’s borderline pornographic; the reaction makes him smile. Deliberate pulses roll into your arches, reaching for every ache in your flesh. You melt into the mattress from the sensation and the adoration you feel towards him: the thoughtfulness, the care, the consideration. It doesn’t help the way he looks at you as he works, his gaze nothing short of enamored. 

“You’re an absolute angel and a dream,” you say as you sink into the plush mattress, a rather pricey one Kento insisted was worth the investment. “What did I do to deserve such a good man?” Opting to focus on the massage, and never one to accept compliments, he remains silent. His fingers lace with your toes, and gently rotate your foot, easing tension you didn’t even realize you had. Then he stretches your ankles, pressing them at varying angles, your nerves lighting with a pleasant burn. “Why are you so good at this?” 

“Googled it,” he says casually, as if this isn’t the sweetest thing a man could do. “You’ve been stressed lately, I thought you needed to unwind.” Mindful, Kento treats your other foot with the same care. You flinch when he thumbs just above your ankles, which are surprisingly tight. Before moving up your calves, he places a few kisses on your toes, making you squeak and almost kick him. 

“Kento!” He only laughs.

Now you understand why massages are a seduction technique: he hasn’t kissed you, let alone touch anywhere erotic, and you’re already aching for him. Normally you’d desire nothing more than to pull him on the bed and sit yourself right on his cock, but you’re so relaxed you’d rather allow him to do as he pleases. 

Once he’s satisfied with his work, he slips one calf on his shoulder and leans forward until he’s on top of you; breast squished by your thigh almost uncomfortably. The fabric of his trousers irritates your pussy, but you pay it no mind when you feel his bulge. Hair tickles your neck when he lavishes it with kisses, and you buck against him and wrap your arms around his broad back. Tensions rise when he grunts in your ear, reciprocating with a roll of his own. This only lasts a few moments before he frees himself and abandons you to sit against the headrest. Resisting your lazy haze, you peel yourself from the mattress and crawl to join him, his warmth calling to you. You attempt to straddle him, but he stops you. 

“Turn around for me,” he says with a twirl of his finger, and a look of promise. You comply, but before you can lean back, he places a throw pillow between your bodies. Aware of your confusion, he says, “so you’re comfortable.” Kento wraps his arms around your shoulders, cupping your jaw to angle you and give you what you’ve been craving. The kisses are slow and deep, the delay making them all the sweeter. Tongues touch sparingly, only dipping briefly or skirting along the seam.

“I want you to touch yourself,” he murmurs as he adjusts behind you, hooking his foot around your ankle to spread your leg, your second pushed open with a press to your soft inner thigh. 

“Kento,” you say in mock offense, “so dirty tonight.” Your fingers trail down to your center where you’re so wet you both hear the sticky sound of contact. Lips spread, you idly trail along the folds, making him suck in a breath. Surprise tingles in your spine when he presses his palms into your shoulders.

“Don’t stop.” It’s difficult to focus on your movements while he massages your muscles, but the gentle command compels you to obey and give your best effort. Your sounds increase tenfold, unused to the mixture of these sensations. “You can do it, don’t lose focus now.” His encouragement awakens a need for his approval. The pillow, while doing a lovely job of supporting your lower back, denies you the pleasure of feeling his erection. It takes several moments for you to stroke your clit properly, but eventually you glide in tandem with Kento’s touch. A well-placed press into a knot makes your stomach lurch and tighten. It almost feels too good.

Upping the intensity, you rub circles around your bud, gathering and sweeping your essence to hasten the movement. Your pussy clenches around nothing, empty, longing to be stretched. The mere thought of Kento’s thick cock splitting you open makes you whimper. Frustrated, you bite your lip.

“You haven’t put them inside you at all, have you?” he asks, as if sensing your problem. You nod, and he doesn’t hesitate to snake his arm around to meet you. “Were you waiting for me? Do my fingers feel better than yours?” 

“Fuck, yes. They feel so much better.” His fingers trace the rim of muscles, appreciating your slipperiness and teasing the hole, now trembling in anticipation.

“Keep doing what you’re doing for me, okay?” With no further warning, his fingers sink into you sharply, making you throw your head back with a keen. A squeeze to your hip reminds you to continue when your touch fumbles. “God, you’re soaked,” he groans into your neck, relishing how wet his fingers become.

“It’s all for you—please don’t stop.”

“Eager?” He mimics you coyly. Seated behind you, his fingers barely reach past your g-spot, so he relentlessly strokes the spongy tissue.

“You touched my feet, of course I am. And you’re knuckle-deep in my pussy.”

“Crude as always,” fondness warms the disapproving words. You don’t respond, because he’s caressing your insides, pulling sounds from you. The attention makes you fuzzy, and your head lulls on his shoulder. Wet sounds and soft moans fill the silence. Kento’s hot breath on your ear makes reality even more distant. 

Before you can enjoy what your fiancé offers, he’s sliding out of you and reaching for the nightstand. You whine his name, but he is quick to ease your suffering. A smooth, rubbery texture that is all too familiar bumps your fingers, and wordlessly asks to take over. As soon as you comply, it whirs to life and sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Loosening his grip, he prompts you to hold the device and resumes the massage, now fixating on your knots. 

“Ah!” You arch your back, but his firm hold on your shoulders prevents you from straying. The reaction doesn’t deter him, as his thumbs roll into your rhomboids, which would have made you crumble if he wasn’t supporting you. “Ooooh, Kento, that feels amazing.” To appreciate his efforts and remain coherent, you keep the vibrator on a low setting. The pitch in his breathing tells you how the words affected him, his ardency even more obvious when he sucks your neck with surprising force. A kiss tends to the wound before he repeats on the other side, lips worshipping your skin. Next, he eases the aches in your traps, transforming you into putty.

“Turn it up, sweetheart,” the request makes you clench, and you do as asked. The thrum makes you whimper and squirm while he grunts, the pillow grazing his cock. “You’re so tense here. Is the pressure alright?” The question makes you flutter; while dirty talk excites you like anyone else, nothing turns you on more than Kento’s attentiveness. You nod vigorously.

“It’s perfect-ah-I think my boobs pull on them,” he maintains his pace and pressure, mouthing at your jaw.

“Makes sense.” He cups your heavy breasts, supporting them before rolling your nipples. “I can’t say I don’t appreciate them, as selfish as that is.” He squeezes them cheekily, and you murmur his name in appreciation. One hand rests on your neck, pulling your head back and urging you to present your lips. This kiss is the messiest of the night as you spill all your noises into his mouth, tongues and teeth flirting; right breast teased as he rolls and pinches your nipples at random intervals.

“Fuck, baby,” you whine after he sucks your lip into his mouth and twists your nipple, now shamelessly bucking against your toy and subsequently rubbing his cock through the pillow. Buzzing circles around your clit, you smear your wetness loudly enough for Kento to hear. Your breathing picks up, becoming choppier and pitching higher; your eyes squeeze shut as you chase the high. Kento reaches down and ups the setting two notches, making your head roll to the side with a shout.

“Going to cum?” He asks, even though he knows the answer—he just wants to hear you say it. When you don’t respond, he tugs your hair, forcing your head back up. “Look at me,” his voice is low and breathless with exhilaration. You force your eyes wide open, graced with his intense stare. Brows furrowed, eyes dark and blown with desire. You’re about to answer, but the grip on your hair and the look on your lover’s face make you fall apart. Despite your best efforts, your eyes fly closed as you shudder through your orgasm with a silent, but open mouth.

“Good girl,” he coos, kneading your breast and nipple as you come. Excited, he grinds his throbbing cock against the pillow, searching for relief. Delight floods your heart when you he praises you. After several moments of panting as you come down, he says hotly into your ear: “can you do it again?” You tug him down for a sloppy kiss.

“Mm hmm,” already rolling against the vibrator again. Occasionally, you jerk and remove it from sensitivity, but you can’t resist the temptation to come again. “You’re making me greedy,” your voice lilts with humor.

“It’s not greedy—it’s what you deserve,” he says, and urges you forward onto your stomach, one of your arms trapped beneath you to keep hold of the toy. Lying on your vibrator is odd, but it doesn’t dull the pleasure, and the position makes grinding easier. Kento attends to the muscles in your back he couldn’t reach before, your moans stifled by the comforter. Seeing your hips move, chasing your pleasure makes him harden more than he thought himself capable. The sight of your ass and thighs is almost too much for him to handle.

His fingers don’t shy away from the soft rolls of your back, neither lingering nor avoiding. Kento has always treated your body with respect, never fetishizing, while simultaneously making you feel like the sexiest woman alive. Thoughts of his reverence only make you more desperate to come, eagerly humping your toy, unknowingly tormenting Kento with the display. He had been working on your lats, but as if compelled, he lands an appreciative smack on your ass just to watch the flesh jiggle.

The impact makes you whimper and push back against his hand, wanting more. Your reaction makes him smile—how can he deny you when you ask so sweetly? He traces the spot, drawing more tingles to the surface. The muscles of your back and shoulders tense—waiting. It’s only when they relax he rewards you with a second, hitting the same spot as before. You purr, one of your legs curling behind him. Large hands squeeze both cheeks, enjoying the thick flesh between his fingers. Your heartbeat jumps when you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling and the undoing of his zipper. He slides his fingers into you, which you rock back against, not immediately realizing it wasn’t his cock.

“I want your cock,” you say almost petulantly, the blanket stifling your dissent as you meet his thrusts with fervor. “I’m ready for you. Please, just fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he places apologetic kisses on your back and shoulders. “I want you to cum again.” His fingers pulse against your g-spot, keeping a targeted, unrelenting pressure.

“Well, I’d cum faster if you put your dick in me,” you quip with a look over your shoulder, as awkward as it is from your position. This earns you another swat to your ass, which makes you grin. Knowing he won’t budge, you steel yourself and turn the setting up a notch. You mewl, and would have jerked away, but he presses your lower back down, trapping the vibrator between you and the bed. His fingers speed up, matching the intensity of the new setting. “Shit, shit, shit-” you cry, both chasing and running away from the sensations.

The bed dips as Kento hovers over you, and whispers in your ear, “you’re alright; relax, sweetheart.” Despite his soothing words, his fingers don’t relent. “Breathe,” his voice is even lower, and his fingers stroke with more precision. His cock rests between your ass cheeks, which you wiggle to egg him on. Every muscle in your body is straining, on the brink of snapping, but you have complete trust in him—you always trust Kento.

Just when you’re ready to let loose, he pulls his fingers from you, and the spear of his cock silences the complaint that bubbles on your lips. The sudden stretch elicits the perfect sting, causing you to yelp. So wound up, it only takes three shallow thrusts to make you come with a full body shudder. The squeezing of his cock makes Kento growl, and waste no time rolling his hips against your ass, his elbows resting on either side of you.

“Fuck, oh, fuck—Kento!” You grip the sheets with your free hand, as overstimulation sets in, the other becoming cramped from the odd position and your weight. His hand pins yours to the bed, intertwining your fingers as he pants in your ear. The room fills with a cacophony of noises: grunts, moans, sticky wetness, and the slap of his pelvis against your soft body. Still wet with your excitement, he taps at your lips in question. You open your mouth, happily receive the gift—licking and sucking his fingers lewdly, the way you treat his cock.

“Haa,” he breathes shakily as he removes his fingers. “You squeeze me so tight—shit,” he groans and rests his head rests next to yours, and wraps you in a hug as he grinds deeply, barely pulling out. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” you clench around him, “I want you to cum; I want you to cum inside me.” The response makes him groan, and fuck you harder. The vigor of his thrusts causes you to release the vibrator, now left to vibrate against the sheets and your thigh, which Kento hasn’t seemed to notice. His thrusts become sloppier, his deep sounds slip into a breathy tenor, signaling his approaching release. You aid him by bearing down when he enters, and squeezing as he retreats, earning you a softly whined swear. He pushes himself up and away from you, pulling out once more, squeezing the base of his cock to control himself.

Quickly, he rolls you over onto your back and re-enters you, setting a rapid pace. He snatches the vibrator, clicks it two settings higher—almost at its max—before pressing it against your overused clit, and you arch off the bed with a shout. Deciding that wasn’t enough, Kento pushes your chubby mound upward, exposing even more of your pussy to the sensations. This makes you thrash, the feeling so intense you don’t know what to do with your limbs.

“You’re so beautiful—I love you so much,” admiration grits through clenched teeth. His thrusts become more passionate, and his voice more wanton. You raise yourself to your elbows, giving yourself the leverage to meet his thrusts.

“I love you too!” you squeal when he rubs the vibrator in circles, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. “I need you-” you gasp, losing track of your thoughts. “Fuck, I need you t-to cum in me,” a shiver wracks his body, and he nods drunkenly. “Need you to fill my pussy up.” These are the magic words, because Kento surges forward to kiss you almost aggressively. The two of you rock and pant into each other, and suddenly you’re both exclaiming your release, unsure who came first. Warmth floods inside as he pumps his cum into your depths, filling you entirely. There’s more than usual from the brief respite in your sex-life, you note with perverse glee.

Kento turns the vibrator off and tosses it aside, before laying beside you and trapping you in his sturdy arms. You take his hand in your own, and press your thumb into the meat of his palm, rolling out the tension. He buries his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. The two of you remain connected, needing to be close, and enjoy the comfort of each other’s bodies in peace.

“I want to give you a back rub during sex, too,” you eventually disrupt the tranquil mood. “The only solution is to peg you, I’m afraid.” Kento smothers your face in his chest to silence you and your cackle.

“No.”

“Say what you want, but your dick twitched just now.” Kento shakes his head and pulls out, his cum following and seeping into the comforter. “I’m running a bath,” he announces and leaves the bedroom. You call out to him with an outstretched hand, but it flops, too boneless to argue.

“Will you at least carry me?”

Though you can’t see it, Kento smiles. “I said you needed to unwind, didn’t I?”

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[nanamisdickrider]

Imagine☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

choso overstimulating you without knowing<3

He'd be so pussydrunk that he won't even realize that he's overstimulating you !! Making you cum over and over again and his cock still doesn't soften, instead you feel it getting bigger and rock hard inside of you. He'd be whining about how good you feel and how your walls squeeze him in deeper inside you. His eyes would be rolling back and mouth would be open, he was like a virgin feeling the warmth of your cunny for the first time !

Pl-ease..this is- Hhngh~ too much!

He would say such stuff as if you're the one overstimulating him:(

You keep on moaning and he takes it as a sign to go faster, he would obliviously breed you and make you dumb on his thick cock :)

A/N- I had writer's block for too long man(I was js lazy) can't wait to post more of these! (I have finals from tmrw)

[mofflani]

🍉💖 my side of a sims trade with @fl0ptrait >v<

her name is cherie and she streams for a living!! cannot wait to see she and her girlfriend together :D

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[remiratboi]

Part 7! Sorry it took so long! It’s my partners bday week and we’ve been busy with that and work and also I wrote way more than I meant to… it is officially nsfw. (Ps the next few days are really busy with work and another thing this weekend so I’ll do my best to get the next part out!)

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“Let me love you.” Ollies plea rang through your head. He was so close. Too close.

“Let me make you feel good, love.” He said. He pushed his knee between your legs, parting them. You gasped and wiggled but he held you firm between his hand on your waist and his arm bracing the door by your head.

You didn’t know what to do. You could scream. Somehow that felt like the wrong thing to do. You knew you weren’t thinking straight. You could feel your cunt throb against his leg.

“I want to show you how well I know you.” He nuzzled into your neck, nipping at your soft flesh. You couldn’t help the half sob, half moan that ripped from your chest. “I want to show you how well I can take of you, baby.” He plead with you. He raised his knee and ground into your clit through your clothes. You moaned and tried pushing him away. He didn’t budge.

“Please, Ollie, don’t-” you tried to beg him to let you go. Just as you started talking he reached up under your shirts and rolled his thumb over your nipple. You choked on your words.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” He whispered into your neck. “But I thought you’d never look at me that way. Until yesterday.” He squeezed the nipple he was rolling. Your back arched instinctively and you pushed yourself into his body. He groaned.

“Everything about you is so expressive.” He practically growled. The words flowed like they’d never been stopped up before. “I used to imagine you were singing. The melody of your voice. I would play beautiful instruments in my mind worthy of keeping up with you.”

He ran his lips up your neck to your jawline. You felt him tremble slightly. He didn’t kiss you there. He just lingered. “I wished a thousand times I could talk to you. That I could open my mouth and words even half as clever as yours could fall out.”

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. You were still pressed against him, your pussy was resting, and throbbing on his leg. His thumb rolled your nipple slowly while he spoke.

“But you didn’t force me to talk. You were ok to let me be silent. I never got to thank you for that.” You saw a pain flash through his eyes. He didn’t break eye contact and you found yourself unable to. You were surprised when your own heart throbbed at his pain. “You were… are the only person in my entire life to accept me as I am, no expectations.”

He kissed you. It was soft, warm, but just like everything else, desperate. You didn’t move for a moment. You didn’t know what to do. He kissed you harder, and you felt his anxiety rise. The panic that you weren’t going to kiss him back. You felt how badly he wanted you to kiss him back.

And then you realized, you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him. Not like this, but you did. Some where along the lines, you’d developed feelings for this huge, stupid hot, and completely crazy man. You knew it was dangerous. The fear chilled you. But the desire warmed you right back up.

Suddenly you were kissing him back. Your hands were in his hair, on his neck, his shoulders. He leaned in even further, crushing you against his chest. His other hand came down to your neck and gripped you tightly. The hand on your chest explored further, touching all of you. Just as quickly as it started, it became overwhelming.

“Ollie, stop, not like this.” You said in between kisses. You tried pushing him back again. He growled again, but this time it was frustrated, feral.

“Stop pushing me away.” His words were heavy with warning. “You want this, me. I know you do. Just let me show you how good i can be. How i can make you feel.” He spun you around faster than you could react. He pressed you against the door, his hard cock pressing into your lower back. He twisted one of your arms behind your back and held you there. “I don’t want to hurt you, but you wont give me a chance.” His other hand snaked back under your shirt and pinched your nippled, hard. You gasped. “I know you’ll love it, eventually.”

Tears started to spill from your eyes silently. You didn’t fight back. You knew there was no point. He was so much bigger and stronger than you. It was more than just that though. For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to. If he was telling the truth, he knew exactly what kind of things you liked. You knew how wet your pussy was already. Being taken against your will was probably your number one fantasy.

BUT IT IS JUST A FANTASY

You shouted inside your mind. You should be screaming. Fighting, kicking, anything! And yet, as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, all you could do was think about how hot that was. He threw you around like you weighed nothing. And he wanted you, so badly. You had never been desired like this before. Not to these extremes.

He threw you down on his huge, orc sized bed. It was reinforced with a thick wood frame. You instinctively curled into the fetal position. The tears hadn’t stopped, even if you didn’t really feel that sad. You were in a strange state of disconnection. On one hand you logically understood how wrong this all was. How dangerous this was. What he was about to do to you. But emotionally, you couldn’t care less. You were dripping wet, and the way he felt about you gave you butterflies. The way he talked about you and his feelings for you, made you feel valuable. It wasn’t something you had experienced much in your life. What he had said about you being the only one to accept him, rang in your mind. Was he that for you? Could you accept what he was about to do to you because he was the only person you had never been too much for?

You could give him permission, you thought. Then at least it wouldn’t be r*pe. But a part of you knew no matter what happened, it still would be. And another, quieter, more insidious part knew you’d rather it be forced. To finally fulfill that deepest darkest fantasy.

Ollie stood over your curled body on his bed. “You’re so beautiful.” He muttered. He didn’t seem to be speaking to you, but about you. It made you blush regardless. What was wrong with you? He bent down and tried to pry your limbs apart. You held to yourself tightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to, but you need to listen to me.” The warning had returned to his words. You didn’t relax your position, but when he tried again to move your body, you allowed it this time. “Good pet.” He purred, satisfaction lacing his voice. Your cunt throbbed at his words. He slowly raised you up to a sitting position.

“Take off your shirt, love.” He said softly, but with intent. You found yourself staring into his eyes while you crossed your arms across your chest to reach for the hem on either side. You paused. He nodded once, and you slowly pulled both shirts up and over your head. His breath caught as your chest was revealed. You were surprised to find he hadn’t stoped looking into your eyes, and after the shirt was past your face, your gazes caught again. You blushed and squirmed under his intense eye contact. Instinctively, you lifted your arms to cover your chest. He raised one eyebrow in a disapproving way and you froze. He reached out and gripped both of your forearms.

“If you can’t keep your arms down, I’m going to have to restrain them. This is your only warning.” You lowered them and he smiled. Your heart thudded in your chest, his approval suddenly the most important thing. He moved forward, kneeling with one knee in between your legs. He pushed you gently until you were lying on your back on the bed.

Ollie lifted one of your legs, and started tugging at the hem of your sweats. it suddenly became too much again and you bolted back up. Your hands gripped his on the cuff of your pants. “Wait,” you panicked.

Ollie sighed. “I warned you.” You didn’t understand for a moment, until he reached by the beds headboard and pulled an already attached silk tie out. One end was tied to the frame. He quickly grabbed your right hand and started tieing it tightly to the headboard. Now the panic really set in. It was too real. You started crying in earnest, blabbering and begging. You weren’t coherent. Even you didn’t know what you were saying.

It was too late.

With one hand tied, he snatched the other and repeated. You pulled and wiggled, but he clearly knew what he was doing. The ties were soft, and not tight enough to hurt, but the knots themselves were solid. He returned to slowly removing your pants.

“Please Ollie, it’s not too late, you can stop still.” You pleaded. You honestly didn’t know if you meant it or not.

“Baby, you know I can’t stop.” He replied in a patronizing voice. “I need you, don’t you understand that?” He pulled the sweatpants fully off, and you were left in only your little shorts that were basically underwear. The cold air answered the reality you had been dreading. You were soaked. Your shorts definitely had a wet spot. And if you somehow hadn’t been sure already, the look of pure, animalistic satisfaction that spread over Ollies face, solidified it.

“I knew you’d like it.” He said smugly. “I told you, i know what you like.” He leaned forward, knee in between your legs again. He brought his face next you yours and whispered in your ear. ‘I know you’re a desperate slut, just begging to be fucked into oblivion.” He placed his huge palm against your clothed cunt. The heat was tangible. “Luckily for you, I’m happy to oblige.” He teased. His voice cavalier and excited. It was like he couldn’t understand how far past ok he had gone. He raised his hand from your cunt and brought it back down in a swift, hard smack. You cried out, not able to stifle yourself. It devolved into a long drawn out moan. “You can’t lie to me, beautiful.”

He turned and kissed you, hard, frantically. His hands roamed over your body. He ground his knee up into your clit again. Your breath hitched as you tried desperately not to moan again. He pulled himself away and looked down at your still clothed pussy. He looked mesmerized.

Ollie slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged down. You pushed your ass into the bed, trying to keep the shorts from pulling down. He glanced up at you, a look of impatience on his face. “Lift.” He demanded. You relented. The shorts peeled from your skin, highlighting just how wet you were. You squirmed in embarrassment both from the exposure and the fact you were dripping. He folded the shorts and tucked them into his pants pocket. You didn’t miss that he had tossed all of your other clothes.

He leaned forward, hand reaching for you, but you started wiggling violently, trying to close your legs. “Wait, wait, Ollie, no you need-” He stopped and smacked your inner thigh, hard. You cried out, the tears redoubling. You pulled at your restraints and tried to push your legs from their positions on either side of him. He held them down.

“Do you need me to tie your legs up too?” He said condescendingly. You cried, not answering. “Hmm? And maybe a gag too?” He started leaning back, reaching for something behind him.

“No no no no, Ollie, that’s not what i mean, stop, just listen to me a second.” You begged. You sighed with relief when he paused and looked back at you.

“It’s just...” You started, then suddenly felt shy. He waited. “It’s just, you can’t touch me… yet.” He cocked his head, clearly perplexed. You wished you could hide your face. “You can’t.. I can’t…” He held your eyes, not giving you an out. “I can’t be the only one naked.” You spat out finally.

You don’t think you could ever describe the look that crossed his face then. You understood you were basically giving him permission now. And you were no longer fighting it in any way but for show. He had you, and he knew it. Thankfully, he didn’t rub it in your face.

Ollie leaned back up, until he was resting on his own legs, bent and still in between your open thighs. He smirked as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. You’d see him shirtless many times. It was a campground with a beach after all. But this time, with the settings, the circumstances, it was much more intense. The daylight filtered in through a window, and no other lights were on. Thin curtains stopped anyone from seeing inside, but did little for the light. He was muscular and toned, the light rays almost illuminating him. He was beautiful, and not overly ripped, but clearly did a lot of physical work.

The green of his skin was slightly paler than on his arms, but was replaced with a surprising amount of freckles. You hadn’t really noticed them before, but now that he was so close and you were hyper aware of everything, you saw how his skin was covered with tiny, barely visible freckles.

He started undoing the buttons on his pants. His cock was visibly hard through them. Your breath caught. You squirmed at the idea of being utterly taken by him. He hooked his thumbs under the hem of both his pants and boxers. He leaned up as if to pull them down, but stopped and raised and eyebrow.

“What do you want?” He asked, his voice leaving no room for defiance.

“Wh… what?” You asked.

“What do you want?” He asked again, enunciating each word.

“I…” you couldn’t believe he was making you say it. “I want you to take off your clothes.” You said, finally. “Please.”

He sighed hearing that, and continued pulling them down. His hard dick sprang out and it was huge just like everything else about him. You were halfway between excited and terrified. You didn’t think it would fit.

“Don’t worry love” he said, reading your expression. “We will get you nice and ready first.” He leaned over your body, his chest pressing onto yours. His dick rested against your thigh. He leaned in to your ear and whispered “and I’m not going to fuck you until you ask me to.”

He sunk two fingers deep into your cunt with no warning.

Again sorry it took so long, hope you like it! :)

(Also don’t worry, sweet, shy Ollie will return!)

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caldre but they're in their 20s

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finally got my pics back from the lil shoot i did at the japanese gardens earlier this month c: i honestly didnt know what other pose to do but other than that i think these look super cool! it’s my very first cosplay as well so i’m still figuring out how to be photographed and stuff