#his pretty face and the way again he’d arch 😭

[aluciahaz]

may i just say that your character writing is AMAZING! i honestly don’t check up on your blog a lot but when i do i’m left SHAKING because your shit is soooo hot.

Anyways i humbly come requesting mommy kink with vox because you know i’m all about that. he’s so desperate for validation and scared of rejection i feel like he’d be weeping at a domme mommy type reader. Anyways, do what you want with this!

once again i love your work! sincerely, bimbo <3

oh my god it's one of my favorite writers on tumblr🦅 thank you so much for the compliment it means a lot 😭 also i loved writing this ive desperately needed more vox asks! hope you enjoy! (kinda went ham on metaphors 💀 mb)

greed never stops

—vox x f!reader

—includes: overstim, tons of crying, begging, light bondage

vox was a walking, living(?) juxtaposition.

he’ll go barking orders to his subordinates, control most situations with smooth, quick thinking, and command his business with an iron fist.

but with you, the other side of his screen is on full display. his vulnerable, attention-desperate, failure-fearful self. you’ve seen it enough times to notice how it seeps into his daily life. how his control is really just a mechanism to take hold of his vulnerability, hiding it behind a mess of steel wires to make anyone who would try and reach it get tangled in its grasp.

but the moments he lets you untangle his facade, allowing you to see his true self, he feels free. even if most of the time it was during more intimate moments in the night. it was where he could truly indulge in his unfamiliar desires, crying and begging for the validation he was always seeking.

and you were the one he needed it from.

your praise was one of the highest in the hierarchy of compliments, making him feel like he was burning up, frying his brain in a way that made him feel like he’s short-circuited, but the feeling of fuzziness was intoxicating. he could never give up the taste of your compliments.

“come on, aren’t you a good boy? you can hold out for a little longer.”

those words were like rich liquor, and vox was an eager drinker. it swirled his thoughts into a never-ending spiral, and he could only cry in response as you touched his face with a gentleness that rivals an angel’s.

“b-but, mommy—!” he sobs as your fingers drive into him for what seems the thousandth time, his voice module starting to struggle as he tries to speak.

“oh?” you raise your eyebrow, feigning shock before narrowing your eyes, pressing him further down the sheets in disdain. is he still being ungrateful?

“but what, huh? don’t tell me you need more already! you’re such a greedy fucking slut,” you spit out, watching his eyes shoot open from the whiplash of your cruel words. “maybe i should stop—,”

“NO! nono, please! no! i’m sorry—!” he keens as your fingers slowly start to slip out of him, the sound so indecent it makes him shiver.

he pushes his hips up into your hand, trying to follow them only for your other hand to shove his hips back down on the sheets, your fingers twisting nearly all the way out before ramming back in, curling in wickedly that seems to shut him up briefly as he catches a breath that ran away.

vox weeps, unable to do anything else as his claws rip into the mattress, his legs shake and tremble as though they weren’t practically crushing you before. he seems so fragile at this moment, yet you knew he could take much more.

he just didn’t deserve it.

he whines and screams at your touch, tears starting to fall down his pretty little face as the small amount of dignity he had seems to get lost, overrun by your torturous fingers and unyielding pleasure that shoots through his body like a current.

“mommy—ha—please jus—zz—t fuck me, oh, god!” his head drops back down onto the pillows as your fingers wrap around his weeping cock, making his back arch as he sobs out noncoherent pleads. it’s beautifully pathetic.

his legs, weak and feeble, were strewn across the bed with previous markings trailing up his inner thigh, his neck even more decorated with a necklace of red, the glimmer of sweat that covers his whole body making those bites shine similar to crude rubies.

his hands, now tied with his own wires behind the bed (he charges there before he goes to sleep) were sullied with crimson from the tightness of the metal around his wrist, but not as bright crimson as his eyes, which flashed with bright red hearts intermittently. it was always a pleasant surprise, and a sign that he fucking loved this. no matter how much he complained at the start, his eyes spoke the truth.

which is why now, as you replace your fingers with his favorite strap, you know he’s absolutely overjoyed as those beating hearts seem to overtake his pupils once more, pulsating with a hypnotizing spiral.

“finally—! oh—zzz—FUCK!” his last word is practically inaudible with the airiness in his voice, his tone starting to distort, yet, your pace was slow. shallow, even. tears of frustration started to form at the ends of his eyes, his whines more pitiful as he tries to fuck himself back on your strap, only to be stopped by your sturdy grip on his hips.

“what do you say, vox?“ you asked, irritation slipping into your voice. how could he still be so ungrateful? but, he catches on fast, looking up at you with round, glossy eyes.

“thank you! thank—thank you, mommy!” he stumbles out before you switch up your pace instantly, brutally ramming into him just how he likes it. it makes him unable to fathom he could have been known to be anything but yours, surrendering his well-built persona to you. all of it, for your praise.

“such a good boy.”

those words were priceless, but he always ends up trying to buy them with obedience. and even though he’s successfully checked out with such praise, they still have the same effect on him every time.

he shudders and wails with ruined pitch, his screen flickering in and out of error messages and his lovely expression as he gets his reward. there was just something so satisfying about earning your praise.

sure, he can buy pretty much anything, and yes, he can get people to kneel at his feet, but he can’t cry without shame, or indulge in his true desires of being completely wrecked with soft words and fast hips with anyone. no, it could only be you. and even if he practically has everything under his hands, he will always be greedy for your affection, begging, screaming for a chance to have it set his whole body ablaze with its foreign warm feeling.

it makes him lost. no matter how much intelligence vox has, he always finds himself unable to search his way out of the feeling of pure lust overtaking his senses when you fuck him with abandon, his need to keep face seemingly never being there in the first place as tears make him short-circuit, and pleads for you to never stop. he doesn’t want to leave this labyrinth of carnality. he wants to stay lost in it forever.

it’s why even after he cums with a high-pitch sob so loud you thought his volume module broke, he kept weeping incoherently as the lights flicker in the room, his legs practically numb. and finally, he looks up at you, sniffling and choking on his words he’ll pretend to regret the next morning.

“m-more. please, mommy—! AH!” his whole body jolts as you heed his wishes, leaving him to fall back into the pleasure that he craves. he babbles on and on with thank yous and nonsensical sentences, the night seeming to become never-ending even with daybreak inching closer and closer.

vox is unable to speak at the end, and god does everything fucking hurt. his arms ache and his legs are definitely going to be an issue when he has to walk. there are marks all over his skin that will never see the light of day, yet be around for plenty of nights.

but you both know he’ll come back for more. his greed is an unquenchable thirst, and your praise is the only fountain that seems to satiate it, even if only for a little while.

(i totally didnt forget to tag)

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @drlucichen @luciferspetduck

[twistersobsessed]

This is my first time requesting something so idk if I’m doing this right but I was wondering if you can do something like enemies with benefits where the reader finds out her period is late and she ends up taking a pregnancy test and it’s positive like angst with a happy ending but only if you’re comfortable writing about pregnancy I know some writers are not comfortable writing about also I love your work reading your stories make me happy 🫶🏽 and I’m sorry if the request doesn’t make sense 😭

Surprise | Scott x Reader

You weren’t even sure how it started. You and Scott hated each other. Or, at least, you were supposed to hate each other.

You were a Wrangler, one of the hillbillies. In theory, Scott hated you. And you hated Storm Par and everything they did. On paper you should hate Scott by extension. Not to mention how much of an asshole he was.

But here you were, clutching the sheets and biting your tongue to keep quiet as Scott pounded into you. Above you, like this, Scott didn’t look like the asshole that he was, he looked like a god. It annoyed you.

Little did you know, Scott only had sex with you in positions where he could see your face because he felt you were too pretty to be facing the other way.

It was late, and the Wranglers and Storm Par had stopped at the same motel for the night. It hadn’t taken long for Scott to knock on your door after everyone had settled into their rooms, as he did everytime your teams would stay at the same motel.

“Fuck,” Scott groaned. He was nearing his finish. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer but you tried to keep quiet. It proved to be especially difficult when Scott reached down between you and began rubbing your clit. You gasped, back arching off the bed, too caught up in pleasure to notice the way Scott was looking at you with more than just lust in his eyes.

“Baby, are you close?” His voice was breathy.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

Scott knew your body well by now, and bracing himself on his elbow above you, he connected your lips while his free hand came up to pinch your hardened nipple. It sent a jolt of pleasure through you that pushed you over the edge.

Scott’s thrusts had grown sloppy until you were clenching around him so tightly as you came that he couldn’t move. It made him cum immediately, inside of you.

He kissed you deeply as you both came. He’d never done that before, and it felt very intimate.

He pulled back as he pulled out. “Could I spend the night?” He’d never asked that either.

“Sure,” you agreed, trying to be nonchalant and not get your hopes up.

Scott smiled and rolled off of you, pulling you on top of him instead. You lay on his chest, the skin to skin so intimate you could almost cry. You were really trying to not get your hopes up.

You felt safe, and fell asleep listening to Scott’s heartbeat.

When you woke up in the morning he was gone. But when you checked your phone, you had a message from Scott. “See you soon.” You heart the message.

A week passed without your paths crossing in a way where you could be alone. And your period was late. You and Scott had sex without condoms and he often finished inside you, because you were on birth control.

Fearing the worst, you begged Tyler to take you to the nearest pharmacy under the pretense that you needed pads and tampons, you made him wait in the truck so you could buy a pregnancy test too.

That evening, in your motel room, you were anxiously awaiting the results of the pregnancy test you had just taken. You paced the room until it was ready. You checked it and your heart dropped. Positive.

You quickly took another test. It came back the same way. Positive.

You were sitting on your bed, completely dissociating when your phone dinged. You glanced at it to see a text from Scott. “What room number?”

You didn’t answer, you were on the edge of a breakdown. You paced, you kicked, you cried, you punched pillows. Twenty minutes later your phone dinged again. “You could come to mine. It’s B6.”

You cried yourself to sleep without responding to Scott. You missed his final message. “Are you okay?”

You avoided Scott like the plague. He couldn’t know that you were pregnant. He would leave you in a heartbeat. You could get an abortion but you’d always wanted kids so maybe you’d become a single mother. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, but until you did, you dodged Scott.

He left you messages.

“Hello?”

“If this is some sort of silent treatment I really don’t like playing games.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please just let me know you’re okay.”

You really weren’t okay. You were a mess. Which is probably why you didn’t notice Scott following you to your room the next time Storm Par and the Wranglers were at the same motel.

He looked around to make sure nobody saw him before he stopped you from closing the door with his foot and barged his way into the room.

“Scott!” You were shocked. “What the fuck?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Scott demanded to know with a scowl.

Maybe it was pregnancy hormones (could you even have those so early on?), but you were so sensitive and emotional you broke down in tears.

Scott immediately softened, pulling you into his chest. “Hey, hey, shh, what’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, a voice you’d never associate with Scott. You pushed back from his chest. “Stop acting like you care!”

Scott looked stunned. “What?”

“Stop acting like you care,” you repeated, your voice cracking.

Scott frowned. “I do care. Way more than I meant to.”

Tears continued to flow down your face. “I’m pregnant, Scott,” you blurted out.

Scott stilled. “Pregnant,” he repeated.

“I know you’re going to leave and that’s okay, I understand,” you blubbered.

Scott shook his head. “Why would I leave you?”

“Because it’s not like you like me, you just use me for sex and that’s not an accusation, I know what we are and I like it. No offense but you don’t really seem like the type to stick around.”

“(Name),” Scott said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry that you think I don’t like you and am only using you for sex. Neither is true. I like you, and I like having sex with you because it’s you.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’ve wanted you so bad,” you admitted, wiping your face.

Scott reached out to cup your face. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend,” he grinned. “Is that you asking?” “Yeah.”

You could feel your heart pounding. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Scott leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

You kissed him back eagerly. When you finally pulled back, Scott rested his forehead on yours and looked down at your stomach. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispered.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you affirmed.

“I hope it’s a girl.”

[taegimood]

small chest reader w taehyun? honestly we need more small boobie lovers 😭💔

*short circuits* YES PLS MORE SMALL BOOBIE LOVERS 😖 also i got WAYYY too into this. i am: Wet

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taehyun sitting back on the couch while he has you straddling his lap, shirt and bra discarded to the side — you’re shyly fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he looks up at you endearingly, big hands slowly tracing your body; your ass, your hips, sliding along the curves of your waist before finally making their way up to your breasts.

they look so cute and small in his hands as he cups them, thumbs caressing the skin as you sigh out, his eyes staying locked on yours all the while, even as he slowly leans in to press a kiss against one nipple and then to the other — not breaking eye contact the entire time.

“such cute little tits, baby.” he murmurs as he massages them in his hands. your bottom lip is tugged between your teeth as you watch his movements in anticipation, hips twitching, tempted to grind down on him but knowing that he wouldn’t let you. taehyun’s foreplay is slow and torturous when he wants it to be; times like these when he’s feeling patient, feeling like worshipping your body until you’re trembling with need before he even gets anywhere near your pussy.

him slowly leaning forward again to take your nipple into his mouth, pulling at it languidly, pinching the other between his fingertips as his teeth graze over your bud.. you’re shivering and moaning softly, gripping his shoulders and arching your back into his mouth when he starts to suck <3

will refuse to touch you further if you start grinding on him; he’d immediately stop and lean back against the couch, waiting with an eyebrow cocked, not having to say a word for you to stop obediently and whine out an apology.

“be patient, baby girl. want me to fuck you, right?” you nod vigorously and he continues as he leans in again, “then stay still until i say so if you want to cum at all today.” before latching onto your breasts again, sucking harsh hickies all over them until he’s satisfied with the pretty marks that show you’re his.

taehyun is always telling you how pretty your little tits are.. always giving them a possessive squeeze and leaning in to whisper in your ear, “these are mine.” if you’re ever feeling insecure about how small they are compared to others, he’s sure to remind you how ridiculous that is as he fucks you too good to even care anymore, giving them extra special attention when you’re feeling particularly sad about it.

he’d spit on your tits and then massage them with it, or finger you till you’re dripping before smearing your arousal all over your nipples to suck them clean right after. making you ride him so he has a full view of your tits bouncing in front of his face; fucking you rough in missionary so he can slap them, grunting out “yeah, you fucking love that, huh? love feeling like my little whore? love it when i slap your pretty tits like that?” and it has you moaning and gushing around him INSTANTLY.

he’s also a pussy slapper just saying.. giving your pussy a slap before diving in to eat you out.. SLAPPING IT WITH HIS COCK BEFORE HE ENTERS YOU.. making you cum by that alone.. ANYWAY BACK TO THE TOPIC

taehyun fucking you so hard that when you cum your body automatically jerks nearly completely off of his cock from the force of your orgasm, but he just yanks you back down on it without missing a beat and continues fucking you, his pace never changing as you cream around him pathetically~

his aftercare is so protective and full of love, though, caressing your boobs softly while being careful not to press down on any of the hickies.. peppers gentle kisses to your jaw and lips, whispering about how beautiful you are and how you never have to feel insecure with him because he loves your and your little boobs so much ㅠㅠ he doesn’t care what size they are. you’re just so so sexy to him and he always makes sure to tell you that <3

[cheolhub]

um idk what this is called but soobin being a dumb big bf. literally he’s so big and he makes u feel so good n he doesn’t know why u want him to fuck u deeper when he’s already all up in ur guts :( like it just flies over his head why u go crazy over him being so tall n big BUT COME ON😭 sorry im thinking too much abt size kink soob

HIMBO!SOOBIN

FUCK. soobin being a big himbo who only thinks with his big fat cock that fills you up just right. :( himbo soobin who doesn’t understand the great effect he has on you ‘n misses all the obvious hints about you loving his size ‘n how good he makes you feel.

and, god, do you love his cock so much. he’s huge. brings you to tears every time, but you fucking love it. you love how he can get you just as dumb as he is without even meaning to.

but he’s oblivious! he’s always so sad to see you in tears!! he could probably cry himself because “why is my pretty baby crying?” he’d ask after impaling you on length.

such a sweet, dumb little thing—he’d even stop just ‘cuz he couldn’t handle thinking he’s hurt you. </3

but you protest, as always, wrapping your legs around his waist in attempts to keep him moving and push him deeper inside of you. you’re in tears, yes, that much is obvious, but not in the bad way— never in the bad way.

“d-don’t stop! please fuck me deeper, ‘binnie, god fuck, please,” you sob out a surprisingly coherent beg, back arching and hips bucking into his.

he frowns, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “but…” he splays his big hand over your tummy and pushes gently to emphasize his current position (as if you didn’t already know where his cock was). “‘m already right here, sweet girl?”

you gasp and splutter over your words at the action, fresh tears of pleasure filling your eyes over again. “‘binnie! ‘b-binnie! don’t care,” you pant, pussy tightening around him.

but when his confused expression doesn’t falter and his body still doesn’t move, you realize you actually have to spell it out for him. “‘binnie, feels so good to me! ‘m crying ‘cus i love it so so much— so big inside of me, jus’ wan’ you to keep fucking me… please?” you plea, hands weakly gripping his forearms.

he still doesn’t get it— he may never get it with his himbo brain, but he obliges anyway, resuming his thrusts ensuring his pelvis meets yours so he can fill you up all the way. just like you want.

you thank him. you thank him over and over and over till you’re gushing all over him, creaming his cock with your entirety. you incoherently tell him how big he is, how he’s the only one who fucks you this good, how you were made to take his fat cock.

dumb, oblivious baby just nods his head, not understanding a single word you’ve just told him. he releases inside of you solely because you wanted him to and because your tight pussy was “squeezin’ me so hard.”

he pulls out of your spent cunt watching his substantial load escape you with a frown.

“always cum so much,” you gasp, body slumping in exhaustion. you look up to see his puppy dog face and mirror it. “what’s wrong, baby?”

he sighs, looking down with his big length in his even bigger hand. “‘m still hard.”

“‘course you are,” you smile. it would be abnormal if he wasn’t— soobin needs at least 3 rounds before he goes soft again. “‘s okay, ‘bin. i can take it. give it to me?”

he nods cutely, eyes wide with a small grin before pushing into your messy pussy with a moan. if there’s one thing he understands, it’s that, like you, he can never get enough.

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[dilfl0v3rss]

hiiii i’m not sure if you write for chubby/plus sized reader but i would loveee ony loving on his girl and her fupa after dealing with a bout of insecurity and him putting it down 😭🥹

ofcc my loveeee. i hope i do it justice for you😩🫶🏽

he caught you staring at yourself in the mirror. sadness written all over your face as you grabbed and moved the flesh. sniffles could be quietly heard coming from the room before he saw you. “why can’t you jus go away?” you whispered, but ony heard you. body moving on its own as he quickly made his way to your side. when you realized he was there you tried to quickly close your bathrobe, but his large hand engulfed yours, stopping you. “don’t do that. don’t ever do that baby.” he looked down at you with an angry expression, eyes instantly softening when he saw your puffy ones.

“mama talk t’me” your eyes moved towards the mirror before you turned back towards him. “i-it’s no-” “don’t say ‘it’s nothing’ pretty. i know you. please talk t’me” your lip instantly began to quiver as tears began to fill your vision. ony instantly pushed your head towards his chest, hugging you tight as you told him what was bothering you between sniffles. “i-i want it t’g-go away. makes me ugly” he didn’t have to ask what you where talking about, already figuring it out as he felt you begin to wrap your arms around your lower stomach.

“can i show you something?” he spoke softly as he bagan to walk to towards the bed. “lay on your back f’me okay? let me see you ma” you did as you were told, lying down with your robe closed as you looked up at him. ony laid his hand on your stomach. “can i?” his eyes softly staring into yours, waiting for you to let him know it was okay. you nodded your head and he got started. his hands moved slowly as they untied the strings if the robe, laying the silk fabric onto the bed on either sides of you before he looked back up towards your face.

you tried to look away, but his hand quickly caught your face. making you look into his eyes as he ran his other hand on your fupa. “i love you, but you already knew that right?” you nodded your head. what was he getting at? “this” he began to rub all around your stomach. “is a part of you, correct?” you nodded again. “let me hear you speak mama. we having a conversation” he said sternly, making your mouth open and a “yes” instantly fly out. “good…you’re my pretty girl right?” you were completely lost, but you said “yes” anyways. ony could tell you were confused, letting a chuckle out from his chest before continuing.

“good so if i love you and tell you all the time that you are the most beautiful woman in the world, what do you think this does?” he began to squeeze and tickle your lower stomach and sides, making you twist and turn as your giggles rang through the air. “it adds on to your beauty mama. there are no ugly parts of this body, y’hear me? none.” as your laughed died down you looked up, brown eyes meeting each other lovingly before you leaned up to give him a kiss. the kiss was slow and steady, tongues dancing as you laid your hand on his hard chest.

“i hear you” you say with a smile before your lips connected again.

later that night ony made sweet love to you, but it was different. he usually never had a problem with you wearing one of his shirts during sex, but he made it his priority to have is removed tonight. the two of you stayed in missionary the entire time, eyes never disconnecting from each other as he’d utter loving words to you over and over again. “you so beautiful baby. so fuckin beautiful, y’hear me?” your back was arched off the bed as your head was thrown into the pillows. soul being completely snatched by this man as he fucked you with passion.

ony looked down at you, large hand outstretched on your fupa as he started to snap his hips harder into you. “y-yesss ohh my goddd i hear you daddy” your pussy fluttering around him. he knew you were going to cum soon, and knew exactly what to do to really get you there. he pushed down on your lower stomach, using his other hand to guide your face towards his for a kiss before looking deeply into your eyes. “repeat after me ‘kay?” he fucked you harder. “im beautiful…every. single. part of me is beautiful fuck” he loosened his grip on your cheeks so you can speak, other hand still pressed firmly on your stomach as the urge to pee clouded your brain.

“cmon babygirl lemme hear it” his voice brought you out of your thoughts. you let the words slowly slip from your lips as you held onto your release for dear life. “i’m beautiful. e-every single part f’me is b-beautiful”

“damn right baby.”

[mabelstone]

Job Swap

matt stone x reader

summary: part three of The Maid.

word count: 1549

warnings: 18+!! fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex.

note: sorry to keep you all waiting so long. i’ve been working 12 days straight 😭😭 i’m so exhausted so i’m sorry if this is underwhelming.

here’s my masterlist if you haven’t read previous parts <3

pls leave suggestions for one shots also because i also want to write some random stuff that isn’t directly related to these fics xx

Part Three

Lips hungrily attacking yours, Matt desperately pushed you back onto his bed with the towel still wrapped around his waist. Your hands roamed his toned biceps, feeling them tense at your gentle touch. His lips moved to your neck, sucking light purply red bruises into your soft skin. With a whimper, your hands found themselves impatiently tugging on his towel, causing him to pull away and grab your wrists.

“Patience, princess,” he tsked, standing up and taking you in. You were already panting, heels leaving indents in the soft mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows with your hair messily hanging behind your shoulders. He adjusted the towel draped around his hips; a prominent tent formed in the front. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before trailing kisses down your chest, tongue dragging across sections he lightly sucked. Your hands flung up to his damp curls, letting out sweet, short breaths of encouragement. His fingers made quick work untying the strings that caged your breasts in the front of your dress, revealing the black lace you’d worn for him. “Good girl, you listened.”

He pulled your breasts out over the lacy material, breath catching in his throat at the sight of your left nipple piercing. With one hand lightly tracing circles around the bud, his mouth found its way to your piercing, tongue circling the metal he was so fixated on. You moaned softly, writhing beneath his touch. He continued to play with your other breast, taking the bud between his thumb and forefinger and twisting lightly.

Your pussy throbbed and you bucked your hips impatiently, silently begging him to touch you. He got the hint, detaching himself from your breasts and pulling the lace back over them. You watched in anticipation, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he climbed off you and knelt at the foot of the bed. You peered down between your thighs where he had situated himself, spreading your legs with strong hands. He began planting kisses on the inside of your thighs, his cock twitching with every pretty sound you made. With his fingers now hooked in the band of your panties, he looked up at you awaiting your approval. You nodded furiously, biting down on your lip even harder. He began pulling the soft material over your thighs. You dug your heels into the bed and pushed yourself up so he could finally remove the barrier between his gorgeous mouth and your soaking heat.

He groaned at the sight, running a finger over your slit. “So wet for me, baby.” You blushed at the nickname, turning your head away shyly as he stared at your pussy. “Look at me,” he commanded, sliding a long finger in as you made eye contact, “so, so pretty.”

You arched your back at the feeling, a smirk creeping onto Matt’s lips as he began pumping his fingers out before adding another. He watched you intently, working hard to find that spot that made your toes curl. He knew he’d found it when you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers tight.

You whined impatiently yet again, pushing your hips up toward his face. “Words, baby, use your words,” he cooed, slowing the pace of his fingers.

“Your mouth,” you said, yet it came out scratchy and desperate. “Please use your mouth, Mr. Stone.”

He groaned at the name, immediately flicking his tongue over your clit, fingers still buried deep inside of you. “Fuck!” You gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue attacking you repeatedly. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, your heels lightly digging into his soft skin. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, his cock twitching at the angelic sight before him.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned against your heat, your stomach flipping at his words. He began pumping his fingers furiously, lapping his tongue over that sensitive spot that made the hot pool of pleasure in your stomach grow, begging to be released.

“Matt, please,” you cried in ecstasy, throwing your head back against his expensive pillows, thighs trapping his face between your legs. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” You let out a string of high pitched moans and Matt obliged, not once letting up his relentless pace. You felt the pool in your stomach reach it’s limit and boil over, feeling yourself come undone around his fingers.

Your whole body tingled, a loud, strangled moan leaving your lips as you arched your back and reached for anything you could; one hand gripping at your boss’ hair, the other viscously gripping the sheet below you. You felt your eyes roll back, your toes curling beneath the leather they were still clad in. Warmth spread through your core and you swore you were seeing fireworks.

You released the vice grip you had on his curly locks, sliding your legs off his shoulders breathlessly. He simply wiped his mouth and watched you compose yourself.

“Please fuck me.” You whined, spreading your legs open on the bed as an invitation. He finally dropped the towel, your jaw following suit. He was… impressive to say the least. An admirable length, sure, but the girth. The sheer girth of him made your mouth water, but also made you a little bit nervous. Skinny guys always had thick cocks, you knew that, but for some reason you were still shocked every single time.

He put his hand up to your mouth, commanding, “spit.” You licked up from his palm to his fingers, spitting onto him. He let out a shaky breath, bringing his now wet hand to his length to pump himself a few times. Your jaw went slack watching him, you couldn’t believe your eyes. He was gorgeous. He wasted no time kneeling on the bed before you, hiking one of your legs back over his shoulder. He slowly dragged his cock through your slick, a shock being sent through your body when it rubbed over your sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed himself in, mesmerised by the way your eyes rolled back and your jaw hung open at the feeling.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he moaned, almost feminine sounding. You let out a gasp as he hit your g-spot, fingernails digging into his biceps as he picked up the pace. He felt ginormous, filling you completely in the most delicious way imaginable.

“Faster,” you choked out, so overwhelmed with pleasure.

“That’s not how you ask,” he smirked, slowing his thrusts, making you whimper pathetically.

“Please, Mr. Stone,” you begged, one of your hands reaching up to his jaw.

“That’a girl,” he cooed, pulling out nearly the whole way before ramming his hips into yours, your eyes flinging wide open, tearing another gasp from you. He brought his thumb up to your lips, you knowingly sucked it into your mouth. The unrelenting snap of his hips made you weak, your eyes beginning to water from a mix of overstimulation and pleasure. “Good girl, you’re taking it so well.”

You moaned his name, his own moan being ripped from his throat as your heel dug further into his back, the skin nearly raw from the contact.

He pulled out slowly and flipped you onto your tummy, pushing your dress up with urgency before roughly thrusting himself back in. The speed bump was always your favourite position, but it had never felt THIS good. His cock would occasionally brush your clit when he was ramming into you, and you felt your second orgasm approaching.

“Matt, I-“ you yelped, on the brink of tears from pleasure. He felt your muscles beginning to spasm, and gently grabbed your hair.

“Cum for me, princess,” he coaxed, and the nickname pushed you over without warning, cumming even harder than the first time. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, and Matt’s own climax soon followed.

He let out another deep groan before pulling out, his pleasure spilling all over your ass and thighs.

Your rapid breathing began to slow as did Matt’s. He grabbed his towel from earlier and wiped you down, placing a gentle kiss to your slightly sweaty temple.

“Doing your job for you,” he scoffed playfully, earning himself a fucked out, exhausted giggle from you.

After you’d changed back into your regular clothes, Matt was waiting downstairs for you in the kitchen. You were sure the post-nut-clarity would have hit, but you were surprised when he looked up at you with a coy smile.

“Go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” He asked, yet it was more of a statement than a request.

“I would love to,” you replied cooly. However, on the inside, you were screaming. Was this all moving too fast? Was it… kind of wrong? You didn’t have much time to think about it when he was walking you toward the door.

“Perfect. Wear somethin’ pretty for me,” he smiled down at you, running a hand through your still slightly knotty hair. “I’ll let you finish early tomorrow as a thank you for today.”

Your cheeks blushed pink, a shy demeanour taking over your previously desperate one. “Any preference, Mr. Stone?”

“Something tight,” he requested, placing a kiss to your forehead before stepping back inside. “See you tomorrow, pretty girl.”

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Prompt #8 w/ Asuma Sarutobi (NSFW) please! ☺️

I'm sorry this took so long 😭 thank you @dreamcastgirl99 for requesting

Say It ; word count: 2.6k

Prompt: "What did you just say to me?"

✓ pairing: asuma sarutobi × female reader

✓ warnings: fellatio, somnophilia, accidental and sudden urination, daddy titles, friends with benefits (with feelings), angst, guided handjob

✓ genre: nsfw, angst

✓ au: modern!au

a/n: kinda proofread

"What did ya just say to me?" He growled, eyes shining with rage. 

“You heard me.” You had no right to truly accuse him of sleeping with another woman. You wouldn’t have even had a problem with it had you guys just stayed best friends and chose not to sleep together, but of course, you screwed yourself royally there. You would have been angrier, too, had he not looked so hurt by your accusation. The way his face flashed, even for the briefest moment, with pain made you want to shrink.

You couldn’t even understand why he was so upset. He didn’t have the same feelings for you that you had for him. You were just another hole for him to use when he needed release. 

“Yeah, I did fuckin’ hear ya, but say it again.” 

“I saw you with her.” Your voice came out as a whimper, averting your gaze to the concrete floor below you. You heard his gruff sigh, a puff of smoke surrounding you before disappearing. He didn’t say anything more, just stared down at you until you decided to open your mouth again, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to talk anymore. 

With another deep and heavy sigh, Asuma grabbed your hand and walked you back inside his apartment from the balcony. You knew what was going to happen when you got there; you had come to his apartment for one thing, and in turn got so upset from the sight of him with another woman that you turned it into something else entirely, but Asuma had other ideas. He was going to make you forget about what you saw and what you thought you knew. He was going to make you see that he only had eyes for you. 

“Pants off.”

“Wha—” You felt so small compared to him; so small and meek when he would demand things from you, and he knew the effect it had when you squeezed your thighs together. 

“You wanna be a brat and accuse me of shit before we have sex so yer goin’ to cockwarm me until I feel like fuckin’ you silly until those stupid thoughts leave that pretty little head of yers.” His index finger poked at your temple. “Now.” He snapped the button of your jeans. “Off.” You did as he asked, and quickly, shimmying yourself out of jeans and the light pink lace panties Asuma loved so much. Slightly disappointed that the earlier conversation foiled his plans for the day, Asuma didn’t waste time either, tugging his cock out of his sweats and boxers as he sat down on the couch - and as you were used to, you turned your back facing him, and his arm hooked around your waist. The larger man pulled you into his lap, and you parted your legs to reveal your slick cunt to him. 

“Did ya really get wet while accusing me of sleepin’ with someone else?” His voice was low, a growl in his throat. 

“N-No—”

“Bullshit.” Gripping the base of his cock, he tapped the tip against your entrance before sliding in, the stretch causing your back to arch. You weren’t used to taking him without a little bit of foreplay. He was much too big for no preparation at all. “Deal wit it if ya wanna be forgiven.” He tugged you back against his chest, holding you still as he turned the television on, choosing to ignore the little whimpers spilling from your lips as you tried to get comfortable and he sighed every time you tightened around his length. 

Eventually, you relaxed - your cunt no longer strangled Asuma’s cock, but every time you drifted off, he’d thrust up into you. “Can’t believe ya think I’d sleep wit someone else,” he’d whisper in your ear as his fingers came around and pinched your clit. 

“Ah— I’m sorry– hah.” 

“Yeah, right.” and then he’d leave you alone. At some point, you’d fallen asleep, still wrapped tightly around the man behind you and you didn’t even flinch when he switched your positions into lying down. 

“I could never sleep wit someone else when I have the one I want right here, stupid,” he whispered, knowing full well you were sound asleep. 

It was a deep, peaceful sleep, as it often seemed to be when Asuma was with you. But once the exhaustion washed away, the lust and need returned, stirring your awake. You whined, your clit swollen and your walls aching from cockwarming. Without really thinking about it, you started rolling your hips, pushing back against the Sarutobi, feeling the mushroomhead of his cock press into your most sensitive spot.

Asuma groaned quietly in his sleep, chest pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face into your neck. You bit your lip, trying not to move too much, just enough to grind back against Asuma. He just felt so good, you couldn't help yourself. He sighed in content, blindly finding a patch of skin to suck on as he allowed you to do whatever you wanted. He had an idea of what was happening from the sudden pleasure he felt in his sleep.

You whined, trying your best to set an even pace like Asuma always did. Your movements were clumsy due to the restriction, but it felt good so you didn't care. A moan of Asuma's name slipped past your lips and you clamped a hand down over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

Asuma moaned softly, hand drifting to your lower abdomen as he pressed against it to pull you in. He was stirring awake, fairly sure of the situation he was in, but allowed you to move as if he were still asleep. The pressure in your stomach made you whimper, feeling fully how sore your cunt actually was. And yet, you wanted more. The primal part of your brain genuinely wanted Asuma to breed you, and even if your rational brain disagreed, your body wanted him and his seed. You started bouncing back faster, your desperation growing.

He tried to stay quiet, only letting out little whimpers and moans as he tried to keep his hips still and let you move on your own, and he continued to bite into your neck, sucking and nibbling to leave more hickies on top of the others. 

Asuma’s mouth on your neck drove you crazy, the coil in your stomach tightening until it snapped, and your hips stuttered, cumming around his cock. But you didn't stop moving, your hips rocked back as you begged subconsciously for Asuma to cum as well, whispering, "Please, daddy, p-please please breed me pleasepleaseplease."

Once he heard the plea, he knew he couldn’t continue to pretend to be asleep. His grip tightened as he snapped his hips forward, reveling in your crying out, and one of your hands reaching back to tug on his hair while the other rested on your abdomen. Whimpered pleas of "Pleasepleaseplease" kept leaving your lips.

Asuma growled low at the hair tug, moaning out your name as he pounded into you, pulling you into his thrusts, and your own sounds matched his volume. Your cunt tightened around his length, urging him to breed you. 

Asuma rolled you both over, laying you onto your stomach as he pressed his chest against your back and continued his deep pace, moaning; whispering against your ear, “Don’t forget why yer in this position.” 

You whimpered, feeling the pressure in this position. "D-Daddy, please," you begged, tears welling in your eyes from the pleasure building painfully in the pit of your stomach. “I-I’m sorry.” 

"Yeah, yeah," he gruffed, pounding into you as his stomach knotted. 

There was something about hearing the roughness of his morning voice that did you in. You cried out, muffled by the couch cushions and unable to hold back, as the band in your stomach snapped and you came. Only this time, there was something following directly behind it. You could feel warmth trickling down between your legs and around Asuma's cock, a warmth entirely different than the previous feeling, paired with a continuous little tingle in your abdomen. It wasn't until the trickling stopped that you realized what had happened, eyes welling with tears at the embarrassment of realizing that you'd just pissed on Asuma in the middle of sex. Saying you were mortified didn't even begin to cover it.

Asuma moaned softly, kissing your shoulder before he could smell the difference in wetness against his cock. He tried not to let it excite him - this wasn’t something you had discussed prior to this happening. How were you supposed to know this turned him on? 

"Baby?" He whispered, as gentle and as soothing as he could be. Asuma carefully - and reluctantly - pulled out. The knot in his own stomach disappeared, but his cock ached from the denial of an orgasm.

You barely noticed when Asuma pulled out. You had already started to babble out incoherent apologies into the cushions, and couldn't focus on anything other than how embarrassed you felt, but the softness in Asuma’s touch - in him picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom - had the tears spilling down your cheeks. First you had pissed him off yesterday, and now you had pissed on him this morning. 

But Asuma didn’t care. He just turned on the shower and sat on the side of the tub, carefully removing the rest of both of your clothes before holding you tightly to his chest. "It's okay. Please, don't cry." You weren’t even worried about this possibly being one of his kinks, but it was the sheer embarrassment that had your cheeks burning and the tears overflowing. His fingers brushed along your back as he kissed your shoulder, even rocking you slowly to calm you down.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I promise. It's okay, baby."

“It-hic-it’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, barely intelligible. Rationally, you understood that he didn’t think badly of it and you had no reason to be so embarrassed, but you couldn’t help feeling this way.

Asuma brushed through your hair, still rocking you slowly. "Take a deep breath for me, please."

Sniffling and hiccuping, you wiped under your eyes. "I-It-hic-it’s okay?" 

He nodded, cupping your jaw and wiping the fallen tears with his thumb. "Sometimes ya just feel so good, and have no control over what happens. This isn’t goin’ to deter me from being wit you."

“Fr-from being with me?” You asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, red and puffy from crying. The thought that he could possibly want to be with you had your heart hammer in your chest.

Asuma smiled down at you, albeit nervously. 

“You mean l-like this, right?” He couldn’t look at you right now and lie, saying this was just for sex.

“I mean like, wit you wit you.” He sighed softly, eyes closing briefly before looking over your face once more. “I’m very interested in ya, in bein’ wit ya. Relationship wise.” He kept his words soft and his lips stayed pressed to your forehead.

His words made your heart swell with warmth, but you were still anxious. "B-But what about—?"

“She wasn’t anyone. A friend I needed advice from.” 

“Advice?”

“On how to ask ya out properly.” Asuma’s cheeks darkened in color and you couldn’t stop the giggle spilling from your lips. He bit down on his lip, chewing on the skin as he picked you up and stepped into the shower with you, making it a little warmer once he got inside. He made sure the water hit you perfectly, to help clean you up without setting you down. 

“I-I can stand," you said after a pause. "I should clean daddy up after making such an icky mess. L-Let me? Please?"

Asuma reluctantly put you down, arm still wrapped around your waist. "Okay, but let me clean you first, yeah? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I’m fine," you reassured him, but held onto him tightly for support. "It’s important for me to clean you first, please." Without really thinking about it, you wrapped your small hand around his length, beginning to rub it in your efforts to clean him up.

Asuma’s breathing hitched at the sensation. "Wa–wait—" he was still very, very hard despite his previous conversation and situation. His cheeks flushed, his hand reaching down to grab at your wrist but it was far too late; the sudden friction was enough for Asuma's cock to spurt out his previously denied orgasm.

You froze, a dark blush on your cheeks, when you realized your mistake. You felt your cunt clenched and drip, all embarrassment forgotten. You started stroking his cock again, purposefully this time, whispering, "Poor daddy didn't get to cum before because of me. Lemme make it up to you."

Asuma's cheeks matched yours, his moans slipping from his mouth. "Yo-you, you don't have to-hah" his stomach tightened, fingers gripping your hips.

"But you like it," you said, head cocked. Why would you stop? "You're so hard, daddy. It must hurt. Let me take care of it. Teach me how to take care of you."

Asuma wrapped his fingers around yours, tightening them more around his cock. "If you're comfortable to keep going," he whispered, showing you how to move your wrist as he liked. "Then please, take care of me."

You watched intently as he moved your hand, analyzing what he had you do and copying it. You stared at your hand as it stroked his length, watching the reddened tip of his cock disappear repeatedly into your fist.

"Fuck- just like that," he sighed shakily, letting go of your head to let you do it on your own. "Just keep moving like that." He leaned forward, lips brushing against your jaw as he breathed in your scent. "Feels so good."

You kept your pace steady, letting your eyes close when his lips touched your skin. "Please cum lots, daddy," you hummed. "You deserve it."

"Fuck, but I want to cum inside your pretty pussy," he moaned out, cock twitching at the thought of being balls deep inside your again.

You paused your ministrations, head cocked as you looked at him thoughtfully. After a moment, you turned around and bent over, wiggling your ass at him. "What's stopping you, daddy?"

Asuma let out a growl, gripping your hips and forcing his cock inside you without another word. "Asuma!" You screamed, your abused cunt protesting the forceful intrusion. You pressed yourself up against the wall for support, tears springing to your eyes. "Oh my god," you whimpered out, becoming pliant in Asuma's hold for him to do with as he pleased.

Asuma grinned, pulling you into his thrusts as he moaned your name quietly. "Fuck– you feel so good." He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, kissing your shoulder.

Some part of your brain knew that if he released you, you'd crumple to the floor. Your thighs were trembling, your legs weak. The aggressiveness of Asuma's thrusts brought you to the edge rapidly, your stomach tight. Asuma held your front, hand groping at your chest while his other kept your hips moving in time with his. "Cum, baby. Cum for daddy." You gripped his forearm, nails digging into his skin as you came, slick dripping down his cock in excess.

The way you gripped his cock had his hips stuttering and cum spurting suddenly into you. "God, you feel so good. You made me cum so quickly." Your head dropped forward, moans falling from your lips as you were filled once with cum. "D-Daddy," you whimpered. You wiggled your hips back, desperate for more.

He chuckled softly, kissing your shoulder. "Let's get out of the shower first, baby." You pouted but nodded. You didn't want to wait, but he was probably right. And maybe this way, you’d get him to talk more about what he meant before he whisked you into the shower.

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I Caught it Bad

Kinktober Day 15: Innocence

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.9K

Summary: TJ is so glad he waited for Andy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (anal fingering, salad tossing, protected anal sex, loss of virginity, dirty talk, feminization, daddy kink, soft sex) hints of first love, age gap (not mentioned but it’s there), established relationship, m/m relationship, softest of boys, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They’re just so sweet and fluffy and I never want anything bad to happen to them 😭 (and nothing ever will)

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TJ let out a sad little hiccup when Andy slid a third finger inside him, his breathing tortured and ragged as he rubbed his cheek against the sheet and dug his fingers into the bedding while he rolled his hips under his boyfriend.

“Keep breathing, sugar, you’re still doing good?” Andy rested his forehead against TJ’s temple and frowned softly until the younger man slowly blinked his eyes open. “We can stop if it’s too much, honey…”

“N-no, please.” If Andy stopped what he was doing TJ was pretty sure he would start crying, arching his back and doing his best to fix his gaze on Andy’s over his shoulder while he tried not to get overwhelmed by everything he was feeling. “Don’t stop, I want it, want you.”

“Okay, you’ve gotta relax for me, sugar, I don’t want to hurt you.” Andy kissed TJ’s cheek when he let out another pathetic sound, purring when he felt him clench around his fingers and started to trail his lips down his shoulder. “Just trust me, baby.”

“Yeah, mmm…” TJ let his eyes flutter closed again as he whined while Andy moved lower, his thighs trembling when Andy’s fingers curled against that perfect spot inside him as he rested his head against the small of his back. He couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this, everything felt so fucking good. “What…”

The first brush of Andy’s lips against his wide stretched hole made TJ squeal, his feet kicking wildly as his entire body seemed to thrum with pleasure and he was pretty sure he was blushing up to his ears. All his practice to maintain his composure and of course he lost his cool like the virgin he was the first time he felt a mouth on his asshole.

“Andy… Andy!” TJ’s voice was just a squeak while he tried to get himself back under control, but it was impossible with the way Andy was kissing his ass almost tenderly and he was just glad he was on his stomach and couldn’t see the man because he was sure if he could his brain would break.

“Shhh, that’s my good boy.” Andy dragged his tongue over TJ’s puffy rim and let out a pleased growl when he was rewarded with another high pitched cry, burying his face between the younger man’s cheeks and letting his own drool drip down his beard as he made a sloppy meal out of TJ and started to pump his fingers into him. “Such a pretty little pussy, so tight and fucking sweet, can’t believe you saved this perfect boy cunt all for me, sugar.”

Oh…oh. TJ had to bring his hands up to cover his face when he started literally sobbing as he fell apart for what he was sure was only the first time of the night while Andy kept cooing about his pussy, his mind feeling like it was becoming completely untethered from the rest of his body while he shook uncontrollably and he felt sticky wetness spurting against his stomach. Even though he felt as though he should be utterly humiliated at the way he was reacting to every single thing Andy was doing to him, he could only feel safe and satisfied and like he never wanted it to end.

The sudden loss of Andy’s touch made TJ whimper, dragging his eyes open so he could pout at the older man over his shoulder, at least until he heard him tear open the packet for a condom and then he was drooling as he watched Andy roll it over his dick. He was so fucking thick, even with all the prep, TJ wasn’t totally sure he was going to be able to take all of him. But he’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.

“That’s it, sugar, so fucking good.” Andy cooed softly as he stretched his whole body over TJ’s, kissing his cheek gently after pulling his hands away from his face so he could gaze into his eyes. “Keep relaxing for me, honey, we’re gonna go slow.”

“Ye… oh god.” TJ bit his lip and keened when Andy guided his cock to tease against his little hole, his eyes rolling back in his head when the fat tip slipped inside him just barely and he forgot to breathe for a second until Andy started encouraging him.

“God, how are you so perfect, baby? Fuck…” the way Andy was groaning against his cheek had TJ feeling like he was going to come again, his asshole fluttering around the head of Andy’s cock while he kept whining and rolling his body mindlessly at Andy’s words. “Just give it a second… there ya go.”

As soon as he felt TJ relax Andy slid in another inch, winding his fingers through TJ’s and pinning his hands above his head while his boy just kept whimpering for him. If TJ had been able to focus his vision at all he would have lost it at the sight of Andy’s face screwed up in concentration, but the feeling of his warm breath huffing against his cheek as he grunted and purred was already making his cock twitch.

“Ple-please, oh please…” TJ felt unbelievably warm and syrupy sweet when Andy pushed in further, unable to focus on anything except how full he was already as his mouth ran in a practically incoherent babble while he arched his back even more. “S’good, oh, ‘s so good…”

“I know sugar, Jesus Christ.” Andy’s breath was shaky in TJ’s ear when his hips finally met his ass, his entire body caging TJ in and pinning him to the bed as he took a moment to let his baby adjust. “Let me in like a damn natural, my good boy, so fucking pretty like this. I’m gonna move now, honey.”

TJ just whined long and high at the first grind of Andy’s hips and knew that he was never going to recover from this, unable to close his mouth while Andy started rolling his hips all slow and deep and fucking perfect and he could only cry and drool like a baby. He could feel Andy everywhere, his cock inside him and his chest against his back and his lips pressed to his cheek, he never wanted it to end, his blood rushing in his ears and his mind empty as he barely registered the sweet talk Andy was pouring into his ear.

“My sweet boy… perfect little body… so fucking tight…” Andy’s voice was almost wretched when he sucked on TJ’s ear, his hips starting to move a little faster when he heard a soft sob and felt TJ’s body jolt at the same time he clenched around his cock. “You were made for this, sugar, make me want to be inside you all the damn time.”

“Ah… mmm fuck!” The first real thrust of Andy’s hips made TJ lose his damn mind, trying his best to weakly shove his ass back onto Andy’s cock so he would keep hitting that spot, not that he needed the help, his eyes falling closed and his head rolling lazily on his shoulders while he felt his pleasure starting to build fast. “Oh… Daddy!”

He may not have realized what he’d said, but the sudden vicious growl in his ear and the way Andy’s massive hand was suddenly cupping his jaw while the older man made pleased noises and snapped his hips against his ass let TJ know he did good. TJ started practically preening while Andy moved his lips all over his face, the hand that wasn’t cradling his face winding around his waist and holding him tightly to him while he fucked TJ like it was he was trying to destroy him.

“That’s right, sugar, Daddy’s good boy.” Andy sucked on the hinge of his jaw and TJ could only moan while his cock started twitching wildly where it was pinned to the bed. “Gonna take such good care of you, baby. You gonna let Daddy spoil you? Gonna let me make this tight little body feel good all the fucking time? Let me fuck and lick this little pussy and play with your pretty prick whenever you want?”

“Mmmm, yes Daddy.” TJ was entirely lost in bliss and completely unaware of anything that was coming out of his mouth except for the fact that every time he spoke right now it was making Andy very happy. “Wan’ it, Daddy, ‘m gonna come, Daddy please…”

“Of course, sugar, ‘s Daddy’s job to make you come, want it, please baby.” The sound of Andy almost begging him just pushed TJ further, his toes curling when he drove deep again as his beard scratched against TJ’s soft cheek. “Come for me, honey, come for your Daddy, be my sweet boy.”

TJ sobbed when his balls drew tight and his whole body arched back on itself, his cum spurting against his stomach and making the sheets stick to his sweaty skin even more. His soft cry of “Daddy” as he utterly lost himself had Andy following right after him, the older man’s body practically collapsing on top of TJ while he let out the yummiest groan and slowed the pumping of his hips while he filled the condom.

They could have been laying there tangled together for minutes or hours, TJ honestly didn’t know, he just knew that some indeterminate amount of time later he felt Andy kiss his cheek and slowly pull out of him and he decided that he did not like the way it felt when his ass wasn’t stuffed full of Andy’s cock. But then Andy rolled him over and was kissing him like he was the air he breathed and it was hard to be pouty when that was happening.

“Baby, oh my god.” Andy’s smile was almost rapturous when he pulled back to gaze into TJ’s eyes and TJ decided that there was nothing more beautiful in the whole world than this man. “Was it okay, honey? Everything felt good?”

“Oh my god, only you could make me have two explosive orgasms my first time getting fucked and then ask me if everything felt good. It felt fucking amazing.” TJ returned Andy’s grin and wound his arms around his neck until he started to remember some things that he had said and felt a flush starting to creep up his chest. “Wait… did I… did I call you ‘Daddy’?”

“Ahem, yeah, you did.” Oh, the man looked far too pleased with himself, shaking his head when TJ started to try to splutter out a protest and just kissing him again until he relaxed again. “And you’re gonna keep doing it. Because I gotta tell you, I think I might throw a fit if I never heard that word from your mouth again, Teej. Makes me want to give you everything.”

“Shut up, what else could you possibly give me?” Fuck, TJ was in love with the man, what a cliché he was, falling for the man who popped his cherry. “I just want you, anyway… Daddy.”

“Well, you’ve fucking got me, sugar.”

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 10: Post orgasm torture with sub!Jisung

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: names (miss, baby, baby boy), overstimulation, restraints, femdom, toys, cum eating?, ji almost cries

Summary: Your sweet submissive boyfriend has gotten himself in trouble and now you have to deliver his punishment.

Word count: 978 (holy fuck it’s so short 😭 i’m sorry)

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

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He sighed contentedly as you tied his hands together above his head, dick twitching at the thought of what came next. “You sure are relaxed for someone in deep shit, baby.” You remarked and he pressed his lips together sheepishly, averting his eyes.

You wasted no time in tugging his shorts and underwear down in one go, watching him squirm when the cool air hit his dick. You took him in your hand and teasingly blew on the tip, admiring the way he fought to hold still. You tightened your grip and gave a gentle tug, waiting for his reaction. When nothing came, you thumbed over the head and pressed the pad of your thumb against the slit, drawing out the choked sound you knew he’d make. “Much better.” You paused and caught his eye. “Tell me what you want.”

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” He murmured as he tried to recover and you rewarded him with a kiss to the tip as your hand began to work his length. “It’s entirely up to you, miss. That’s how punishments work.”

“That’s right, baby. Tell me again what you did wrong?” You gave a squeeze on the upstroke and he whimpered, face screwing up in pleasure already. He wasn’t prepared for what you had in mind…

“I sent you a dirty video while you were out with friends…” He mumbled, hiding his face behind his arm. You hummed in response and released his dick, scoffing at the distressed sound he made. He didn’t argue despite how badly he wanted to as you backed away and reached for something you’d tossed on the bed.

“That’s right. And what happens when you do things like that?” You asked as you strapped a bullet vibrator just under the head of his cock.

His head shot up from the pillows, a panicked look in his eyes as he watched you. His mouth went dry but he forced himself to mumble out some sort of answer before you cut the vibrator on. He immediately let out a loud whine as his head fell back onto the pillows.

It never took much to get him worked up and he was showcasing that for you, dick twitching as he fought to hold still. “So sensitive…” You sighed and reached out to run your fingertips down his toned stomach. His muscles jumped at your touch and you chuckled as you allowed your nails to drag along his skin, earning another pathetic sound.

It had only been five minutes when he started to tremble. “Please, miss, I’m sorry. Can I cum?” Jisung begged, voice high and whiny as he writhed around on the bed.

“I never said you couldn’t.” You shrugged, adjusting the vibrator and admiring the angry red head of his cock. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

He let out a pathetic cry as he let go and came across his belly. His back arched off the bed and he pulled against the restraints, making the headboard rattle as he tried to jerk away. Instead of turning the vibrator down or off, you cranked it up even higher and listened to him practically scream.

“So responsive…” You teased, reaching out to trail your fingertips along his surprisingly pale thighs. “So, so pretty.” You sighed and gently squeezed just above his knee before straddling his waist. “You’re not getting a break until I see fit, baby boy. Do you understand me?” He nodded frantically and you reached between your bodies.

He tried to shrink away at first, afraid you were going to torture him more, but relaxed into your touch as best he could when you swiped your fingers through his cum. You brought your hand towards your face, eyes locked on his release that covered your fingers before shifting to his face. He instantly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out expectantly, breathing harsh and fast as you pressed your sticky fingers to his tongue. He let out an appreciative hum as he closed his lips around your finger, the sound morphing into a muffled whimper when your ass brushed just against the tip of his dick.

He sucked harshly on your fingers and you pressed down on his tongue while your other fingers gripped his jaw, making him gag slightly. You rocked back against his dick again and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to calm himself. He tried to move his hips away from you but you didn't let him. The sound that ripped from his throat made you want to toss everything aside and forget about the punishment in favor of using him as a fuck toy to get yourself off. You almost gave in but his second orgasm shook you back to reality and out of your daze.

He was squirming, trying to get away as the vibrations became almost too much to bear. He managed to force your fingers out of his mouth and let out a loud cry. “Too much- please take it off, it’s too much!” He choked out. His plea fell on deaf ears initially but when you saw tears spring into his eyes, you gave in and turned the vibrator off as you moved off him. His hips bucked involuntarily as your fingers came into contact with his cock when you reached to remove the toy and you cut your eyes at him as you forced his hips back down. “Sorry! ‘M sorry, miss-” He yelped as you finally freed him from the toy. He opened his mouth to thank you but you cut him off.

“Don’t think I’m done with you, baby. I’m just giving you a little break.” You warned as you reached up to make sure his wrists were still secured to the headboard. “I haven’t even had my fun yet.”

He shuddered at your ominous tone and nodded slowly. He was fucked.

[rintoki]

omg yes this game really needs to chill they keep dropping so many pretty cards I can't keep upppp 😭😭

and yes neuvillette is sooo pretty and he exudes this authoritative and elegant aura that i just want to ruin him omg the always well kept hair of his a mess as I pull him by his hair and his poker face all tear stained and pouty as i ruin his orgasm once again -

ahem....sorry i kinda drifted off there.... anyways I'm soo looking forward to all the other pretty Fontaine men 👀

🖤

YESSS NEUVILLETTE HES SO CUTE TO MEEEE

god, he’s so pretty and so elegant, but he’d look gorgeous with his hair a mess, riding your strap. have you seen his thigh high boots and the way he sits?? LAWD i’m unwell. i wanna mess him up so bad, wanna blow his back out bc i know it’s stiff from sitting up so straight all the damn time. have him biting on the pillows and whimpering as you push your strap into him, watching the way his hips tremble when the plastic cock brushes against his prostate. i just know his arch is beautiful, ass pushed up and out, just aching for more of your cock.

just imagine pulling his hips onto your strap instead of thrusting yourself, purposefully ensuring that that tip of his cock drags against the sheets with every pull, feeling the way his hips tighten and his toes curl. he needs it so bad, the way you fuck every thought out of his mind. and he’s such a good boy too, you can’t help but want to give it to him. fuck him so good and hard that he actually needs his cane to walk to hide the limp from a sore prostate FUCCKKFNF I NEED TI SHUT UPLGMGLGKK HHHH

currently i’m not too interested in the rest of the fontaine roster except for focalors and chlorinde but we’ll see, only time will tell. neuvillette was really the only male characters that caught my eye tbh jfjgnkf

[scudevils]

GIRL I HAVE THE URGEEEEE FOR DOM!LUKE??? LIKE SUPER JEALOUS LUKE SO PLEASE QUENCH MY THIRST 🙏🏿🫶🏿

poison ivy — LH43

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mirror sex, choking, slight orgasm denial, degradation, praise, jealousy, possessive behaviour, swearing, dirty talk (its a lot im sorry), little fluff at the end, not proofread!!

synopsis: *insert the fuck around, find out meme* [3.0k]

a/n: honestly pretty badly written cause i was drunk when i started writing and found it kinda hard to write like harsh dom luke but here we are! 😭😭

luke hand snaked around your neck, calloused hands rough against your skin as it forced your head to look up at him through the mirror. his eyes staring into yours as your head lolled, breaking the eye contact as he thrusts into you, a harsh grip on your hips from his other hand. "i told you to look at me." he punctuated his words with a harder snap of his hips, wearily, you lifted your head to meet his eyes again, your own gone blurry.

he'd always had a thing having you watch when you had sex, telling you how pretty you were when you struggled to look at him, to follow the instructions he gave you, the completely fucked out look on your face, and he wanted you to see that.

and so that why he accept how you were now, head hanging as you refused to look at him, mirror facing the bed. you let out a pitiful whine of his name as he slowed down his strokes, dragging himself in an out of you at an agonising pace, you lifted your head slightly to see him staring down at you through the mirror. "please luke," you pushed your hips back, hoping to get any type of friction that would push you over the edge, though his hand on your body stopped you from getting much.

you were already overstimulated, tired as your legs had gone shaky, going for your third orgasm of the night and luke hadn't even broke a sweat, the only time you cursed the endurance of an athlete.

luke’s fingers tangled their way into your hair, scratching lightly at the roots, forcing your head up and your back to arch as you let out a gasp, he felt you clenching around him, subconsciously or consciously, enjoying the slight tingling sensation in your scalp.

"fuck," you dragged out the word when your eyes met in the mirror, his pupils completely blown as he stared down your body, lips swollen from the marks he’d already engraved in your body. his breath was hoarse, throaty groans being heard as he picked up his pace once again, you could see the way his adams apple bobbled as he tried to keep his composure.

his tongue wet his bottom lip, the sight of the muscles rippling in his arm whilst his hand still held your hair almost enough to make you come right then. you felt him deeper in this new angle, teetering on the edge of your orgasm once again, and god did he know it.

luke released his grip on your hair, your body threatening to fall back against the plush mattress before he wrapped his arm around your abdomen. his hand found your boobs, squeezing the soft, bruised, skin and you swore your knees almost gave out.

you whimpered feeling him twitch inside of you, the sensitivity you felt becoming more and more apparent as he sat stilled inside of you, every move having you hissing, your body begging for more than what he was giving you. "look at you," as he spoke you turned your head up to look at him, luke barely sparing you a glance as he redirected you, back looking at yourself in the mirror.

your cheeks flushed a bright pink, feeling flustered under the attention you were getting, eyes darker with your pupils completely taking over, an animalistic look in them and your hair a mess, bruises littering your neck and collarbone all the way down to your belly. "so pretty like this, fucking perfect.”

you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention to anything but him as he bit on your earlobe gently, placing kisses along your jaw, gauging your reaction. his heavy-lidded gaze sending even more electric shocks through your body, goosebumps forming on the surface. luke’s fingers danced around your jaw for a few moments until they settled on the base of your neck, just sitting there.

you took note of the way the outside of his palm flexed seconds before his fingers stretched out to wrap themselves around your neck and the tips pressed into the skin, ever so lightly restricting your airflow. luke smiled at the vibrations he felt under his hand before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your temple, "look so good with my hand around your throat.”

"please, luke," the begging came out more desperate than you’d anticipated, shocking you at how needy you were for him. the ache between your legs was getting unbearable, worse by every second that passed that luke refused to move inside of you.

you tried your luck again, moving your hips backwards against his body, but it was proved impossible because of how hard his grip was on your abdomen, holding you tightly in place. he let out a laugh at your struggles, his hand that was on your stomach dropping down slightly to circle your clit painfully slowly.

"baby," your eyes found his, a softer edge to his sweet name, a smile on his face as he saw how you were struggling, but it was quickly replaced as he spoke again. "i want you to look at me when you cum." the way he spoke made your head spin; it was just above a whisper and it was as slow as his movements on your clit, just as teasing. "m’not gonna stop there, gonna wait till you forget your own fucking name.”

"luke-“

you felt his hips pulling back, your desperation hitting once he was almost fully out of you, a sudden empty feeling and you were clenching around nothing. "no, no, please," uou could've screamed at him, hit him, your eyes glossed over with tears threatening to spill at the ache between your legs, desperate for the release he was currently robbing you of.

"fuck luke, just let me cum, i’ll do anything,” his eyes met yours in the mirror once again, and you could've swore the second he heard begging like that for him he nearly moaned.

his hand fell back, hips meeting yours at a pace faster than the one before. tears started spilling down your cheeks as you closed your eyes, the feeling of being full once again and every nerve in your body spiked with pleasure. luke’s hand clasped around your throat even harder as a warning sign to keep your eyes on the mirror, more groans coming from falling from his lips. "told you to keep your eyes on me."

luke pulled you back up by your hair again, exposed further in the front of the mirror as your back arched. "such a pretty neck, baby," you felt his breath concentrating on the exposed skin of your neck, admiring his prior work and adding to it as he left open mouthed kisses. "jealous other people get to look at it too." he mumbled against your skin.

"don’t be, i’m all yours,” you spoke in a quiet voice, eyes that were previously screwed shut meeting his eyes in the mirror, attempting not to sound as fucked out broken as you were because of him. his lips ghosted over your neck, just enough for you to feel a smirk forming on them whilst his finger circled your clit.

"everyone should know that, but they don’t apparently-"

"then show them." you cut him off, the finger that was pressed against your clit sank slightly deeper on it, letting you know he was more than happy to hear those words coming from you, in fact he was encouraging it, you held back a moan once his tongue left a wet patch on your neck, sure he could feel your heart thumping underneath it.

luke’s teeth grazed the heated skin on your neck, marks forming from where his fingers dug into you, a reminder for the next few days, for everyone to see like you’d told him to.

you choked out a moan, luke’s lips enclosing around the skin that wasn't held by his teeth. he used another finger to add a firmer pressure to your clit, starting to move inside of you again as the sting on your neck faded.

your eyes closed against, revelling in the feeling of all your other senses being heightened; the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clit and the way he rolled his hips to meet yours, his other hand gripping your waist possessively. your arm wrapping round to bury in the strands of his curls the other holding onto his muscular thigh, all while the nerves in your neck sent signals of pain and ecstasy to your brain.

the fusion of it all left you weak.

you were surprised luke had gone so long letting you close your eyes, as if on cue the feeling of his hand tapping your thigh lightly caused you to open them, seeing him already looking at you with glazed over eyes, his usually dark eyes a shade darker before he went back to attacking your neck.

"luke, please, i'm gonna cum," you cried out, his name falling from your mouth with a loud moan, whines and whimpers following after. the filthy sounding pop of his mouth detaching from your neck followed soon after and he groaned against you before biting down on a spot near the one he had just marked. “please, can i?"

luke held onto your chin with two fingers, pushing upwards, anf forcing eye contact. you swallowed harshly when your eyes met, aware of the tone used in these situations. his lips grazed over the shell of your ear, so close you could feel the brush of his lips. "who do you belong to?"

his eyebrow rose in anticipation of your answer and his facial features had become sharper due to your delayed answer. it hadn’t dawned on you until then what this whole thing had been about. then the memories came back to you, the way the team had been out celebrating a big win and they’d all had a little to much to drink, one of his teammates getting a little too flirty for luke’s liking.

luke already short patience was waining with your lack of answer, rolling his eyes when he pressed his thumb to your lips. you couldn't help yourself but press your thighs together, half of you wanting to refuse to answer, following the simple logic of; if i piss him off further, he'll fuck me harder and the other half just wanting to come as quick as possible.

"answer me," luke’s hand found its place back wrapped around your neck, tighter than before and sure to leave marks that would cause a few people to worry if they seen it. you bit your lip as an attempt to stop a moan from escaping, but you failed miserably when he held the eye contact.

your teeth sank into your bottom lip, enjoying this more than you knew you should, the finger luke had on your clit speeding up when you couldn't hide the whine. "you, luke, fuck," you needed more than he was giving you, rolling your hips in an attempt for more friction when he stopped you with a harsher thrust.

you chased your high, luke temporarily loosening the hold he had on your waist, allowing your hips to grind down on him. you were so close, and he could feel it too, the way you clenched around him was unmistakable. and just just as you could feel yourself building up to it, luke’s hand on your waist returned. "fuck off luke!"

he let out a low laugh, finding how willing you were to do anything to get your release more attractive than he should.

"you're so pretty." luke smirked as he spoke, seeing the annoyance growing in your face, but still your cheeks flushed at the simple compliment. he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip. you groaned, taking the tip of his thumb in your mouth just as you would if you were sucking him off, luke’s muscles twitching at the thought.

he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and pulling you backwards towards him roughly. the movement was successful as your mouths clashed, your teeth sank into his bottom lip for a moment before you opened your mouth further, trying to gain access into his own with your tongue.

luke’s hips began moving again, his hand around your neck moving to circle your clit, letting your body hunch over again, no energy left to lift yourself up. "fuck, do you think he could fuck you better? think he could get you this wet?"

you tried to speak, but you could barely manage to connect two coherent thoughts in your brain, let alone voice them without producing gibberish. all you could feel was electrifying pleasure that came with every thrust of his cock inside of you, barely keeping your eyes open but still registering his burning gaze on you.

you started to bounce back on him without giving it a thought, your body reacting to luke almost instinctively and providing an answer to his question. you enjoyed him stretching you out and the slight pain that came with it a bit too much, muscles in your stomach tightening already as you rushed to your orgasm.

one last time he tightened the grip on your hair, forcing your head up to look at him. "keep your eyes on me, i want to see your face when you come." he bit his lip feeling his own release only minutes away and he could feel his hips faltering, a small moan leaving his own lips. "tell me your mine,”

"only yours, luke," you managed to let out in a whimper once you felt the start of your orgasm clouding your vision, seeing white and letting out sounds and words you couldn't make out in the peak of pure pleasure. "don't fucking stop."

luke groaned, still pounding deep into you, fingers gripping your hair into a loose ponytail and pulling your head back. "let everyone know how good you feel," you felt him stretching you with every move, no matter how many times you were together. luke made whimpers and curses spilling out from your throat uncontrollably each and every time.

he pushed deeper inside of you, his fingers dipped down to circle your swollen clot, drawing out even more loud and obscene sounds. in less than a minute you went from desperate squirming to another orgasm with no time to recover. you felt your entire body trembling, a feeling of control no longer present, but still luke’s fast pace never slowed.

"were so desperate for it, know you can take it.” luke’s hand reached for yours, in direct juxtaposition to his words and you realised just how close he was too, he was in the same predicament desperate to his own release. his hips stuttered for a few seconds when he tilted your head to kiss him, lips soft, no rush as he savoured the moment and feeling. your moans were swallowed by luke, his being lost between your lips.

luke flipped you over to your back, wanting to see only your face when you both came and not through a mirror. "shit, i'm so close." he leant down to take your lips between his, involuntary moaning into the kiss as your arms wrapped round his neck, bringing him chest to chest with you.

your foreheads were placed together, both working your bodies in sync to reach your mutual goal.

panting out through clenched teeth, luke tossed his head back in pleasure, he was covered in a light sheen of sweat with flushed cheeks. his whole body tingled due to the overlapping sensations that were currently taking over him.

his release spurred on your own, thighs shaking as he whispered sweet nothings to you, not nearly as intense as your last two. uke praising you as your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, moaning out his name and a list of profanities.

luke moaned against your skin as you clenched around him, the aftershock of you orgasm hitting both of you, drawing the smallest of whimpers from his lips. his hands squeezed your hips, over the marks that were already starting to develop.

he ignored the feeling of his own body aching, cock feeling over stimulated as he continued help you ride out the last of of your high, helping you through the pleasure.

you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving as small murmurs and whimpers left you. unlike before, your eyes were screwed shut tight but your lips were smiling. a silent sign to luke that you were doing okay, you didn’t need to verbalise it.

he kissed all over your face, making up the lack of affection before with small pecks on your cheeks, wanting to give you a minute before speaking to him, your chest still rising and falling like you'd ran a marathon.

luke rolled off of you, bringing you in close to his chest when you lay your arm across his midriff. “you okay? didn’t hurt you did i?”

you let out a small laugh, your cheeks still burning as you lifted your head up to face him, seeing luke already looking down at you with concern in his eyes. "i'm more than okay, and you didn’t hurt me, i liked it.”

his cheeks had their own tinge of pink to them, his hair stuck to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat. you melted into his touch as always, letting him pull you in for a tender kiss, nothing like the ones you had just shared.

[bigkpopstan]

PEG HEE WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT

IT WOULD, his reactions would be so priceless too 🥺. maybe rubbing circles into his hips while his moans are steadily increasing in octave and general loudness. now I’m picturing a needy hee pushing his hips back 🥲.

[mxdnightlvers]

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Overstimulating some Sub Genshin men

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Diluc

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Overstim, dacryphillia, nipple play, bondage, degrading, praise, lots of cum

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Afab reader + gender neutral pronouns

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Overstim is def one of my favs so I might do more chars under this same topic later. Also I hope it’s not obvious i haven’t written like actual moans before 😭 I just be experimenting with what I feel comfy with writing and what comes the most natural to me :> Also no zhongli for once what??? Idk since he’s my fav I have so many ways for him so ima need more time to think on that.

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨❦ (written for my friend <3 )

He's so cute when you overstim him! Head thrown back with tears streaming down his face as his hands weakly try to push your head off his cock. It's simply too much for him to handle! Cock red from cumming over and over, twitching at the slightest flick of your tongue. He's biting the back of his hand once he watches you take his cock into your mouth again, whiny strings of "No- no no please no more.." falling from his lips. Golden eyes covered in tears and hands wrapped tightly in your hair. For someone who’s begging you to stop, his hands just seem to push you further down onto his cock. He loves when you make a mess out of him! He won't dare admit it but unfortunately for him, his body gives his desires away. So how can you deny him when he just wants to cum over and over again for you? Hips twitching when he orgasms again, cum splattering all over your lips, face and his chest. His entire body weak as he tries to catch his breath. A small flicker of shock in his eyes when you start jerking his cock off once more. "It's too- much please too much-" Oh how you've reduced him to a crying whiny mess with just a few orgasms. The otherwise cold Adeptus begging for you is such a sight to behold, how can you possibly stop? Wanting to see his eyes well up with tears as you pleasure him over and over. Craving to hear his pretty broken moans and to feel his needy hands grabbing at your hair as he cums again. To pull away from his cock just so you can ride him and watch him unfold beneath you. Kissing away the stained tears on his cheek as you tell him how good he is for you <3

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 ❦

Kazuha loves when you tease his sensitive nipples! His hands tied behind his back while you suck on his nipples, cock red and leaking from the stimulation. He’s been so good for you but yet you’re still stroking him through another orgasm while your tongue flicks over his red nipples. If you bite down softly on them, he’d be cumming in a second with the cutest moans ever! Legs shaking and back arching off the bed as his hands struggles against the binds. However he’s so sensitive when you keep stroking him and his moans are just so whiny and lewd that he has to bite his lips to prevent himself from making such a noise. That’s no good though- you want to hear those pretty cries from him! You’d leave his sensitive nipples behind to kiss him, forcing his mouth open with your tongue. “Ngh- no too much please-” Pulling away to meet his teary red eyes, cheeks almost the same hue as them. “What’s wrong Kazuha? Too much for you to handle?” Teasing your hands over his nipples before squeezing them again while stroking his cock to coax another orgasm out of him. Unable to hold himself back from moaning, his tongue would slightly hand out his mouth, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure. “I- I’ve been good- please,” He’s barely able to speak without taking short breaths between every word but you hear his pleas clearly. Oh how the poor samurai just pretends to play dumb. This is exactly what he wants and you’re really just giving into his desires. To make him cum over and over and over, make him so sensitive to every touch. Riding his sensitive cock and teasing his nipples, so he can cum over and over inside you as he breaks underneath you until he’s only a mumbling mess of your name. <3

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 ❦

He’s been teasing you all day in public, telling you how badly he wants to cum inside you and just fill you up all throughout the night. So, it’s only fair you tease him as well. He was so eager when you two were home, kissing you roughly and removing your clothes, however, after sucking a few hickeys into his neck and jerking him off until he cums, he was your little bitch to play with. The shock in his eyes when you kept stroking him even after he came, losing his strength in his knees so that you can flip him over and be on top. “H-Hey come on now don’t be mean- wait what are you- ngh!” He was so wrong for thinking you were just playing and being mean, especially when you started sucking on his cock. The playful detective had no more words to say once he felt your tongue around his cock. Pulling off him before he cums to push his cock into your hole, bouncing up and down until you feel his cum spill inside you. Not giving the readhead a chance to breathe, continuing to ride him even after his orgasm. Hands trying to stall your hips but you pin them to his side as you ride out another orgasm from him. He won’t even try to hide his moans, whining and whimpering from only a few orgasms. He’s so sensitive everywhere that he’d be moaning from your lips against his neck. “Ah- mm I’m gonna cum again- please no more…” If only his pleas made you change your mind. Having him cum inside you again with a violent shake from his body. He’s the one who wanted to cum inside you when he teased you openly today. So, you’re going to make him cum over and over inside you, until you’re finished with him. He’s your little plaything for the night, reducing him to a begging, sobbing mess. “I’m sorry mm sorry just please- haaah…” His begs are so harmonic, maybe you’ll listen to them for just a little longer <3

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 ❦

He loves to please you, even if that means being handcuffed on his bed while you overstimulate his needy cock. His moans would be shaky and broken when he cums again, trying his very best to stay still because you told him to! Constantly blinking to try his very best not to get lost in the pleasure, jaw slightly hanging open when he sees his cum-painted stomach. Loves when you suck hickeys into his thighs while you jerk his messy cock off and loves it even more when you say how pretty he looks with your marks on him. Swallowing his moans when you lick the cum off his cock. You’re just so pleased with making a mess out of him that he’s enjoying it as much as you are! He won’t even dare to ask to feel your cunt around his cock. He decided to let you have control and he will happily be your little plaything for the night. Eagerly cumming despite his entire body being sensitive. “Ngh- feels so m good- I’m gonna- haah-” Unable to finish his sentence, cumming the moment he feels your lips around his tip. You haven’t even taken his entire cock into your mouth and you’re already swallowing his cum. He’s loud and surprisingly slightly whiny when he cums. He’s been trying his best to keep as calm as possible but when he’s cum this many times he can’t help but let himself unravel underneath you. It’s honestly so shocking that you ask him if it’s too much but yet the redhead denies. “Mm no I can take it… you can use me however you’d like.” A smirk appearing on your face at his needy answer. So desperate to please you that you have to reward him. Positioning his cock by your hole and freeing his hands but he’s so obedient to that you don’t even have to worry about him stopping your movements. Riding him until you’re both cumming. Strong hands grabbing your hips as his cock twitches inside you, holding back whimpers when you start riding him again. “Does this… please you my love?” He mumbles through broken moans, watery eyes meeting yours. He’s so cute like this so how can you possibly deny it. “It does luc…you do you think you can cum for me once more hm?” With a small chuckle through his moans, “Yeah….anything for you my love.”

[navybrat817]

I just want Bucky Barnes to choke me. 😭

Same, nonnie. Same. Some...thots under the cut with based on something one of lovelies ( @aoifelaufeyson ❤️) shared with me. 18+ please. Written on my phone and not beta read.

Like it Rough

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, choking, slight praise kink, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: Over 900

Do not repost repost to any third party site. Minors DNI.

The first time you asked Bucky to choke you, he could barely wrap his fingers around your throat. He was afraid to be rough with you. When he was under HYDRA's control, it didn't matter who he hurt with his strength. Flashes of terrified faces filled his mind when he squeezed and you… Well, you were someone he never wanted to break.

And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to try it. The thought of you coming on his cock with his hand on your neck almost instantly made him hard. He just needed time. He lucked out with how patient and understanding you were. And you didn't scare easily.

The progression was natural. He learned how much you could take and when it was too much. Healthy communication meant the world to him after being denied his own thoughts for so long. And tonight… you knew you wouldn’t dare deny him.

Your breath hitched as he entered you inch by inch, sighing as he bottomed out. The warm, wet feeling of you around him made his eyes slip shut for a moment. He could still feel a slight quiver from the first orgasm he gave you. Nights like this, he was demanding. If you didn’t come on his tongue before his cock, he was doing something wrong.

He licked his lips when he felt you squirm beneath him, opening his eyes to see how dazed your own still were. The blissful, “fucked out” look on your face was one of his favorites. Pulling back, he slammed hard into your tight body. Watching your back arch as you cried out, he set a hard pace. Tomorrow, he would make love to you. He would worship every part of you. Tonight, he wanted you on the brink of destruction.

Your eyes closed as you keened, making him growl in response. An actual growl. He swore your nipples hardened more from the sound as your eyes snapped open.

“Keep your pretty eyes on me, doll,” he ordered, his metal hand touching your throat. It was irrational, but he didn’t want you thinking of anyone else. He wanted you to look at him and know he was the only one who could please you. “That’s my cock ruining your sweet pussy, so fucking look at me while I do it. You hear me?”

“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, one of your hands coming up to grip his wrist. His hand tightened as he thrust even harder than before, feeling you tap once with your finger. Once meant “yes”... you could take it… take him.

“I could hurt you, doll, but you trust me not to. Fuck, you’re so tight. Makes me want to mark you up,” he praised when you clenched around him. “You like that, don’t you? Another reminder that you’re mine?”

He felt pleasure dance along his spine when you cried out, the sound strangled. He felt it vibrate against his hand as he pounded faster, harder. For a moment, he thought he’d break the headboard from the force of his thrusts. But you… He wouldn't break you. Only bend.

You kept your eyes on him as you did your best to moan. Your nails dug into his wrist, the other gripping the sheet, as he listened to your breathing… your heartbeat. It pounded so fast, but there was no fear. It made him impossibly harder that his hand around your throat only brought you ecstasy. His own personal angel to defile with his sin. His to keep.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as his hand slid between your bodies, easily finding your clit. He felt your hips buck as he gently rubbed, hearing the sharp inhale. It was getting harder for you to breathe. He knew it. And he knew you were close. He felt it in the way your slick walls gripped him.

“You wanna come, doll? You wanna keep my cock nice and wet before I fuck you again?” he grunted. You managed to whine, tapping his wrist once again. It was much lighter than before. “You wanna breathe?”

You couldn’t nod as you went boneless, mouthing “yes” as your eyes nearly rolled back. He hummed as he leaned down, not breaking his rhythm as his lips brushed your ear. “Then fucking come for me if you wanna breathe.”

The words were as harsh as his thrusts as you tightened around him, your broken sob making him groan. Your nails dug in harder to the point where he thought you’d draw blood, feeling how violently your walls quivered around him. He knew you were on the edge of madness and he envied that he couldn’t feel all of your orgasm himself. But he didn’t need to when he was right on the edge with you.

His balls smacked hard against you until he couldn’t take it any longer, the need to coat your insides too strong. He had to claim you like he had so many times before. His growl was animalistic, his chest heaving roughly, as his hips finally stilled. Another broken sound reached his ears as he filled you, riding out the waves of his orgasm.

You took a shaky breath when he let go of your throat before you greedily inhaled, your body still trembling. He lifted his head before he froze. There were tears in your eyes. Maybe he went too far this time. But… you only tapped once. You didn’t use a safe word. Did he fuck it up so badly that-

You smiled when you suddenly gripped the back of his head, pulling him down for a heated kiss. “Never… came that hard… before. Do it again.”

[rosenallies]

would you want to write breakup au after they get back together and having sweet lovey healthy communicative sex 🥺🥺🥺

It’s honestly kind of sad that this depressing ass au has me in a chokehold bc I’ll write almost anything for this au like immediately 😭😭

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Rosé cupped Denali’s face, bringing him in for a gentle kiss, keeping his hand steady when they pulled apart.

“Are you sure you want to do this now? We can wait-or if you don’t ever want to have sex with me ever again that’s okay too. I’d understand.”

Denali smiled softly. “Rosie, baby, I’m okay. Are you?”

He placed his hands on Rosé’s chest, tracing a tiny heart right above where his heart beat in his chest. “I missed being with you like this. When we’re in love,” he added quietly.

“I always loved you, Nali, always. I just didn’t know how to show it.”

“Me neither. But we’re at a better place now, so let’s keep that up. I’m ready to start having sex again, are you?”

Rosé nodded. “I’m ready.”

Denali leaned over and kissed him deeply. “I’m glad,” he said against Rosé’s lips.

He shifted so that he was perched in Rosé’s lap as they kissed, Rosé’s tentative hands on his waist. They kissed until they were panting for breath, both of them growing hard in their boxers.

Rosé pulled away, flushed cheeks and dark eyes. “Do you want to lay on your back? I want to make you feel good, baby, and I wanna see that pretty face.”

Denali nodded, pressing another kiss to his lips before switching positions and pulling Rosé on top of him, making him chuckle at Denali’s eagerness.

They took extra time working each other up. Rosé kissed down Denali’s entire body and made sure he knew just how gorgeous he is. Denali made sure to make remarks about how sweet and loving Rosé was being with him, something that he felt no matter what he did, it wouldn’t make up for past mistakes.

“Are you ready, baby?” Rosé whispered lowly, lining himself up at Denali’s entrance after he’d spent a good half an hour eating him out and opening him up.

Denali wiggled his hips impatiently. “Go ahead, Rosie, I want you.”

His words made Rosé’s stomach flip, as did the way he engulfed Rosé completely, so tight and warm and perfect. Looking at Denali’s face, he had stars in his eyes.

“You can move, feels so good, baby,” Denali cooed, stroking Rosé’s cheek lovingly.

Slowly, Rosé pushed in and out of Denali, savoring every little arch of his back and every little whine that left his lips.

They didn’t speak much, they didn’t need to, everything was conveyed in gentle touches and loving gazes. Finishing together, each other’s names on their lips, neither had felt so connected to another person before. It felt like they were meant for each other in that moment, heart beats in sync, when one moved, the other shifted.

Rosé carefully pulled out and wiped them both down with some of the wipes on the bedside table. They were both clean and he turned his attention back to Denali, who bad fresh tears brewing in his eyes.

“Nali, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you feeling upset? Please tell me, I can make it better, baby.”

Denali shook his head, a blissed out smile on his face as he tucked himself against Rosé’s chest. “You do make it better, every day. They’re happy tears, I’m crying because I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m so sorry for everything. We missed out on so much time. I would’ve married you by now.”

“We needed that time. We both weren’t well. You can marry me at any time.”

Rosé chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Marry me then.”