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[phoebespenglers]

trying to convince my mom to start buying oatmilk more than regular milk

[yourtamaki]

rip my ribcage open (devour what’s truly yours)

zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

zoro is not a man of many indulgences. he doesn’t allow himself to be. having too many vices can only lead to a weak mind and an even weaker will. he eats but he does not savour, he sleeps but he does not dream.

but he’d be a shit swordsman if he didn’t understand the balance in all things. denying himself all of life’s comforts would make for a rigid spirit, brittle and easily broken. so he’ll sip on some sake and enjoy its fire in his belly, he’ll nap on sunny’s deck so when he wakes, it’s to the sight of his crew set to the backdrop of the setting sun. and when the sun dips below the horizon, there’s nothing to stop him from finding you in the dark and pulling you into a hungry kiss.

that balance is what makes nights like these all the better. knowing that having you like this, spread open and vulnerable, is good for him. that you’re making him a better man, a stronger man, just by letting him take you apart and make a mess out of you. there’s no need to resist the temptation now of bending low to press his lips to your trembling ones in a slow, ravenous kiss.

you taste like need and the sweetest of sins and he licks at the roof of your mouth, knowing he’s damned himself long ago to crave you for as long as he lives.

"if you want something, you have to ask,” he says, pulling back and idly groping at your tits, pinching your nipple when you don’t answer. you throw your head back at the sudden sensation and a wild heat blooms in his chest at the sight, scorching his ribs. how easily you bare your neck for him. how thoughtlessly.

"please, zoro, please. want you deeper, i wanna feel you here,” you take his hands, sliding them down your body until they come to rest on your lower stomach. irritation, sharp and sudden, cuts through his haze.

“don’t fucking beg,” he says, low and even, “you don’t have to beg. ever.”

it’s so far beneath you to plead, he has to swallow down the growl building in the back of his throat. zoro would topple empires for you, would cut the very moon in half if you asked, and you think you have to beg him for anything?

he doesn’t wait for you to nod before he starts pushing in. it doesn’t matter if you understand yet or not, he’ll fuck it into you until you do.

there’s a moment after he’s bottomed out inside you where neither of you move a muscle. he grits his teeth from the effort of holding on to the frayed rope that is his restraint and letting you get used to the wide stretch of him. ages pass before you reach up, slowly as if to not startle the beast above you, and cup his face in your soft palm. you stroke your thumb across his cheek, just on the edge of his scar. your touch is warm and gentle and cracks something inside him wide open.

the rope slip from his fingers. he lets it.

there’s no warning, no build-up before he’s pressing both palms down on your stomach and fucking into you. you reach up to hold on to any part of him, settling around his neck, a balm on his flushed skin even as your nails dig and bite into him.

“you feel that? hmm?” his smile feels jagged and sharp, more demon than man but you only moan at the sight of it, “you feel me in there?”

it’s a strange sensation, feeling himself carve a space inside you, the push and pull. it’s filthy and more intimate than it has any right to be and he fucking loves it.

“fuck, feel you i feel—” a rough thrust cuts you off and when you catch your breath, you’re still rambling, “—so good, you’re so good.”

zoro’s been called many things in his life but good isn’t one of them. it’s never bothered him before. good men don’t claw their way up in the world and leave a trail of slaughter in their wake. good men don’t scream at the heavens and demand to be heard.

zoro is not a good man. but he can be good. to you. for you.

“breathe, baby,” he says, “don’t forget to breathe.”

he presses down a bit harder and your reaction is instantaneous, legs kicking out, the tears that have been threatening to spill over since he stuffed a pillow under your hips finally sliding down your cheeks. you take him so beautifully and something barbed wraps around his heart and squeezes at the sight, shredding him to bloody pieces.

he knows you’re close before your eyes start to flutter, can feel it building like a storm inside you and chases your pleasure with reckless abandon.

“zoro.”

short inhale, long exhale. his name a sigh on your parted lips as you clench tight around him and cum. he doesn’t stop moving for a second, doesn’t let up the pressure even as he feels you gush all over him, soaking his cock, his thighs, his stomach. his strokes stay sure and steady as he fucks you through your high.

you shudder beneath him before relaxing back into the bed and he slows to a stop to let you catch your breath. it hurts to look at you, all divine and fucked out. it’s a sight too holy for a hellbound man like him to behold but he drinks it in anyway, burns it into his mind. 

what’s one more sin to a demon?

zoro slips out of you with a hiss through gritted teeth, taking a moment to admire the creamy ring around his base, your arousal and cum still dripping off him. you’ve marked him as yours and yours alone without even trying and his cock twitches at the thought.

“no why?” you whine as he pulls back further, “give it back.”

“turn over,” even as he speaks, he’s manhandling you until you’re laid out on your stomach, hips propped up with the pillow he takes care to push under you. zoro kisses down your spine before settling between your spread legs and greeting your cunt with a broad stroke of his tongue, “i ever tell you that you taste good like this?”

“like- mmm fuck,” you say, all breathy as he circles around your swollen clit, “like what?”

“stretched out,” he murmurs, “open.” 

you’re past the point of words as he grabs two handfuls of your ass, spreads your sticky lips open with his thumbs and buries his tongue inside you. he savours the sweet little gasps you let you like the finest sake, groaning into your pussy as you start to rock your hips and grind your clit against him. he can’t catch a full breath, thinks he might be suffocating, and moans a bit louder.

a swarm of words bubble up hot and fast in his lungs, taking up space where breath once lived. half-formed thoughts try and fail to take shape in his mouth, weighing down the tongue that makes you writhe in the sheets. 

he can’t bring himself to speak but if he could, he’d show you. zoro wants to crack his ribs open so you can see the bloody wreckage you’ve caused, let you crawl in and keep you safe next to the heart that’s always, always, been yours. he’d probably burst into flames with so much goodness inside him but that’s alright. at least he’d keep you warm.

the words stay trapped where they are though and all he can do is all he’s ever known how to. he goes to work. zoro is singleminded in his task, fingers digging into the fat of your ass to keep you still while he devours you whole and it doesn’t take long before he’s pushing you off the edge he never let you stray too far away from.

he laps at your folds until you start to squirm away, crawling up the bed and away from him. he lets you put a bit of distance between you, lulls his prey into thinking it’s escaped before he pounces. between one breath and the next, zoro’s on you, draped along your back, licking at the sweat that beads down the nape of your neck. you arch into him, pushing back against the hardness digging into your ass before he rests his weight down on you, forcing you flat on your front.

“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, kissing behind your ear, “tell me where you want me.”

in this moment and in all others, zoro would do anything you told him to. you could make him hump you like an animal until he cums and lick your skin clean or stand across the room and jack off by himself with nothing but the lingering taste of your pussy to help him get off. he’d do it and he’d do it without an ounce of shame.

“want you inside,” you slur, “wanna be full.”

his entire being in the palm of your hands and you choose to be merciful.

“you sure?” he lifts up off you just enough to get a hand around his base and nudge his tip against your clit, “not too sensitive?”

“yeah, pl- i can take it.”

his grin is all teeth when he hears you correct yourself, “that’s my fucking girl. stay still, baby. let me take care of you.”

you’re soft and slick from his spit and two orgasms and when he bottoms out all at once, it’s with a low groan in your ear that echoes behind your breathy moan. sinking back inside you feels like rapture, like something he’s done nothing to deserve but basks in anyway with an endless greed.

he wraps his arms around you, one across your front groping at your chest while the other hooks around to put you in a headlock, keeping you pressed flush to him as he starts to rock into you. zoro is quiet in his worship, purposeful, and you’re nearly as quiet in receiving it, the room filled only by your soaked cunt and ragged breathing. though you don’t say anything, he can hear you loud and clear.

short inhale, long exhale.

a holy call he’s helpless to answer.

zoro fucks you to the rhythm of his name, short, devastating thrusts with his whole weight thrown behind him. he wants to live in this moment, could spend the rest of his days with his cock dragging along your walls slow and sure, relishing the way you tighten like a vice around him every time he flexes and cuts your air off mid-gasp.

but he swore an oath at your altar and zoro has always been a man of his words.

he cums with a sigh of your name, spilling inside you for what feels like ages before he collapses over you boneless and spent, his softening cock keeping you plugged nice and full just like you asked so sweetly for.

“you okay?” he asks, pulling out as gently as he can and helping you roll over when your trembling arms make it clear you can’t do it on your own.

“mhmm,” you pull yourself up until you’re nose to nose with him. zoro holds still as you scatter kisses across his face like stardust. his temple, his scar, the corner of his mouth. there’s no order, no pattern he can discern to the affection you bestow but he accepts it the way all blessings should be received. with silent gratitude.

“nothing hurts?” 

“no. but you’re carrying me to the bath.”

“okay.”

you tuck yourself into his side, reaching up to idly roll his earrings between your fingers, “and washing my hair.”

“okay.”

“and i’m gonna wash your hair.”

“okay.”

“say something else.”

he thinks for a moment, thinks of all he could never put to words and lets them stay as thoughts. instead, he meets your eyes and settles on a simple truth, “you’re beautiful.”

a smile, radiant and bright, breaks across your face. what happens, he wonders, when a demon is the cause of something as divine as your smile? it’s a question he doesn’t mind spending his life searching the answer to. 

dedicated to: mah wife @katslutski and the loml @saotoru

[suksatoru]

'𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; he sleeps better when you're closer, and you don't want to leave him alone after the lights are off <3

Tomura had a habit of slipping his hand under your shirt. It was a simple gesture he found himself to enjoy a little too much - where he'd crook a single finger over to hold the fabric of your shirt before he slides his hand across the mounds of your stomach - laying his palm flat against your tummy as he felt the soft skin underneath

He didn't know why he enjoyed it so much - maybe it was the fact that he could actually hold someone so close to him and not destroy them. It was odd - hearing you giggle and tell him how ticklish the feeling was of his cold hands dancing across your stomach

How many people has he reduced to nothing with these cursed hands? Far too many. He'd expect any regular person to jerk away from his touch - to want to be as far away as possible. Yet here you were, placing your hand over his as you kiss the mole under his lips.

"Stop that! I told you I'm ticklish there." You whisper quietly, keeping your voice low to ensure nobody around you and Tomura awoke

Everyone in the League was forced to sleep in the same room tonight due to the terribly small hideout you all had found last minute - your sleeping bag ended up near Tomura's eventually, you were just too stubborn to sleep without him near you. He groaned quietly when he saw your grinning form standing over him with a pillow in hand - but he rolled over anyways, letting you slip into place beside him.

"Shut it. You're the one who came over here anyways." He mumbles, slowly circling his fingers over your skin as you reach your hand forward - brushing the hair falling onto his face and covering his eyes as his gaze catches onto you

"You're so weird." He mutters, before enclosing his arms around you and forcing your head into his shoulder as you muffle out a laugh - he tries to hold you there so you can't see the blush spreading across his cheeks from your previous gesture, locking his legs around you as you thrash against him

"Let go you freak!"

He tightens his hold, biting down gently on your shoulder and only further proving your point

He can't help but let that familiar slanted smile of his slip when you pout, rubbing the spot he bit with a quiet whine

"Freak." You mutter again, letting out a yawn as you lay your head against his shoulder - playing with the hem of Tomura's thin t-shirt as he watches you quietly

He sees the way you so freely lean into him - embracing all he had to offer with a tenderness he'd never experienced before. He almost wanted to kick you off - tell you to get away from him because you were being so naive and cuddling up against a monster. But a part of him has troubling believing he truly was a monster when you touch him so softly.

"Something wrong?" You whisper, delicate brows pulled together in concern as you gently tap his nose - he swats your hand away with a grunt before wrapping his arms around you again - this time, he makes sure to let his chin rest atop your head

"No."

The way he says it lets you know he has more to say - and you wait patiently, smiling against his skin as he finally lets out an annoyed sigh

"Why do you only sleep with me sometimes? Why not all the time? It's not fair. You're such a prick." He mutters, avoiding your gaze as you smile softly - gently poking his chest

"You're the one who says it's my fault you get no sleep when I- "

"But I like it that way!" He groans, growing frustrated as you sigh thoughtfully - tapping your chin with a hum as he furrows his brows

"I suppose I'll start sleeping with you every night. Only because you're whining like a baby."

He glares - but the look on his face resembles more of a pout than the threatening demeanor he was aiming for, and you laugh quietly

"Don't call me that."

"Mhm. Baby."

His face flushes when he hears your teasing tone - and you adore the absolutely priceless look in his eyes

"Go to sleep." You emphasize, nuzzling yourself back into the space between his neck and shoulder as he slowly wraps his arms around you - his body was tense as he muttered a quiet goodnight.

His hands carefully find the familiar bottom of your shirt - and he gently lifts the edge, sliding his hand up and over your stomach and never further as you drift off to sleep.

[honeytonedhottie]

wellness for the hotties⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪞🎀

this is honey's updated wellness post for the girlies who love to romanticize their routines, listen to their bodies and take impeccable care of themselves. these r my routines and rituals that keep me glowing…💬🎀

LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE ;

lymphatic drainage massage has been an absolute GAME changer for me like OH MY GOSH?? and it literally takes no more than ten minutes a day and its lowkey like giving myself a massage 💕.

one thing i will say though, the order in which u drain is SO important so make sure to do it in the proper order. this is the lymphatic drainage massage that i do every single day, i rly love this one bcuz the doctor in the video actually explains it and shows u how to do it so i rly love it.

HOT OR NOT ;

so i drink hot drinks while eating and i drink cold drinks when im not. drinking warm drinks while eating/before eating help relax your stomach muscles and improve blood circulation to your digestive organs. and cold drinks cause blood vessels in your stomach to tighten, slowing down digestion. it also helps with other things like...

🫖 reduces bloating

🫖 helps with detoxification

🫖 gentle on ur throat and stomach

HOW TO MAKE A GINGER SHOT ;

so i own a juicer but assembling it and disassembling it is soo tedious and i'd rather just use my blender so im going to be talking about how i make ginger shots using a blender. all ur going to need are the following...

🌟 a few pieces of ginger (i usually just use one or two small pieces)

🌟 some water

🌟 cayenne powder if u want an extra kick (optional)

🌟 some lemon

🌟 strainer

and all u have to do is lightly peel ur pieces of ginger, dont worry about getting all the skin off but just get as much as u can off. put it into ur blender with some water and squeeze half a lemon into it before blending. next ur going to take ur strainer and separate the pulp from the juice and ur all done!

HOTTIES REPS ;

i always start all my workouts briskly walking for 30 minutes on the treadmill at an incline. i watch kimora lee simmon's life in the fab lane show while i do this because each episode is around 30-40 minutes so i keep myself distracted. or if im feeling for something different i'll go on the elliptical instead of the treadmill.

at the moment... the workouts that im doing consistently everyday are 10 minute waist + tummy workout, 10 minute hourglass abs workout, 5 minute stomach vacuum, 5 minute abs and small waist pilates workout routine, 5 minute everyday pilates lower abs for abs. and then for booty i love to do 12 minute booty workout (with resistance bands or weights), and 10 minute bubble butt burnout. now for my arms and back i do 10 minute slim back & better posture, 5 min slim and toned arms workout, and 8 minute victorias secret angel arms. if u guys want more on working out and stuff i can make a post on that too!

MENTALLY MOISTURIZED ;

i've been consistently journaling for about three years now and its been fabulous. i can get all my thoughts out onto paper and not feel like im carrying a million pounds of stress on my head. i feel overwhelmed a lot because i do SO much and journaling has really helped me.

also i have a super fabulous therapist who helps teach me how to ground myself, and just take care of myself better so shes great. if u can't have a therapist right now, journaling is great... and between me and you... chat gpt makes a great therapist.

i love meditating every now and then when i feel like i wanna just immerse myself in my brain, another thing i do to keep a good mental space is digital detoxes. every other week i get off of tiktok and it has been SO great for me. i also don't use my phone in the mornings because i just need time to get ready and have a screen free morning, its rly so pleasant. if im sad, i cheer myself up with shopping.

SIP PRETTY ;

i follow this one girl on youtube, i'll link her right here ❤︎ but she has amazing juicing recipes and healthy lifestyle content in general that rly inspires me. i make the same juices she does and they taste generally good and are good for you. i like to make juice once a week, maybe twice. whenever i feel like i need it essentially.

IN BED BY 9... GLOWING BY 8 ;

SLEEP IS A NON NEGOTIABLE. even if u eat super healthy and workout everyday, if ur not sleeping enough it's like shooting yourself in the foot! you need ur beauty sleep. sleep is when your body heals, resets, and literally glows up from the inside out. it helps balance your hormones, support your metabolism, and keep your skin clear and glowing. not to be dramatic but… no amount of eye cream or green juice can fix chronic exhaustion. and thats the real gag.

FEET UP THE WALL POSE ;

when u elevate ur legs, ur letting gravity do all the work for you. draining lymph, reducing swelling, and boosting circulation. it’s perfect after a long day or when you’re feeling puffy and need a moment of calm.

CYCLE SYNCING ;

so there are four menstrual phases. luteal (before period, when u start to feel sluggish) menstrual (during ur period) follicular (after ur period so improved mood and brain function) and ovulation (ur feeling confident, like the summer of ur body). the way i incorporate cycle syncing is just, during my luteal phase i won't over-stuff my agenda bcuz ik i get super sluggish and cranky.

i also make sure to pour into myself during the menstrual and luteal phases. i plan my bigger projects during follicular and ovulation. i plan my workouts accordingly too, and set aside extra time for rest. i eat a lot of soups during my period -> red meat and fermented foods during follicular -> fibrous foods during ovulation -> and healthy fats and chocolate during luteal.

its super simple! and to make it simpler think of it like seasons. ur menstrual phase is the winter -> follicular is the spring -> ovulation is summer -> and luteal is fall.

to finish off this post, start noticing what drains you, what fills your cup, and having the self-respect to choose what’s good for you…💬🎀

[generouspersonaking]

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[gumii-bearr]

Alt!Megumi fucking you so good you’re reduced to tears. You’re such a whiny, crying mess but he just wants one more out of you

FYCK YES BABY—

i feel like alt!megumi doesn’t realise his own stamina sometimes. he’s a ‘one more, baby’ kinda guy fr fr especially if you’re new to sex or maybe you’ve never had someone so willing to please you before.

but i can imagine he’s gentle with it at first, so loving and coaxing an orgasm out of you in record time with just his fingers yessir—

and he’s obsessed with how your face contorts and how your thighs squeeeeeze together, and how your little hand wraps around his wrist as he bullies his fingers into your gummy walls YES

and he can’t stop himself from throwing your legs over his shoulders. forcing your knees apart and down onto the bed so he can ravage you.

“g-gumi, please— i c-can’t anymore—“

and megumi just knows you need a different kind of stimulus, something different to keep your pussy gushing for him.

“you can do one more f’me, baby. i know you can”

and he forces your legs over his shoulders, finally giving you the one thing you’ve been begging for all night. and you’re so over-sensitive and you’re fucking crying and your tummy burns, but one more, you can do just one more.

[madewithsilk]

Toxic Sevika or Ambessa punishing (slapping, spanking) r! for wearing something a little too revealing in public... 👀

pretty please with a cherry on top hihihi 🤭

toxic sevika x f!reader

cw; impact play, toxic dynamic, hair pulling, dacro, insulting, self indulgent…

Sevika was waiting rather impatiently for you to get home, wanting to share a dinner with you. So considerate, so caring. It had been a while you two had a night with a lack of arguing or fighting and she wanted it to be tonight. You said you'd be back at ten from a supposed girls night, yet it was now twelve and Sevika had rung you a million times.

When you came home at one, nearly black-out drunk, hair disheveled, something snapped within Sevika. She lifted herself off the couch with force, walking over to you and scoffing at the sight. It was utterly pathetic, heels swinging in your hands as your half-lidded eyes met hers.

“Are you fucking serious?” Her eyebrows were raised, fists clenching to avoid violence. Your slurred words were at the tip of your tongue, “What? Not like you've cared about coming home on time this whole week,” This was out of spite. Her eyes traced your form, the mini dress that didn't leave much to the imagination.

“You're so fucking dramatic, Sevika.” You spat and she immediately grabbed your chin like a vice. Your makeup was smudged, specifically the mascara that ran down the corners of your eyes. “You’re naked.” She emphasized by bringing her other hand to harshly grope your tits. One minor movement and your nipples would slip out.

“Am not!” You yelled childishly, receiving nothing short of a stinging slap across your cheek. You scoffed, not amused by the impact and about to sass off once again. She didn't give you the chance, evening out the sting on your other cheek. This time, it elicited a whimper from you.

“Check yourself or I’ll do it for you.” She said, her usual eyebrow cock appearing on her features. Tears welled up, it's not like you did this expecting her to be happy. But you minimally expected to get her with your sob story. She hummed softly at the dampness gathering, cooing mockingly while tugging your hair.

She dragged you by the makeshift ponytail, throwing you onto the couch. “Take that shit off.” She ordered and saw you barely shift to listen. Sevika’s eyes rolled, slapping you once again and the tears finally dropped. A little choked-out sob left your lips, looking up at her through dazzled lashes. “I’m sorry!” You yelled, retreating into your own body.

“Take it off, doll.” She repeated. You shook your head, trying to get away from her tall, hovering figure on the couch. As she watched you squirm, her hands secured against your hips tough enough to cause a bruise. She ripped the dress, a tearing noise echoing along with a louder sob.

This definitely wasn't what you expected.

“I tried to fix this shit, our shit.” She spoke through gritted teeth, ripping your invasive bralette too. “I wanted to talk this out, but no, you had to go be a fucking whore.” You shake your head with whimpery cries, trying to grasp onto something on her. You clinged to her shoulders, your breathing uneven. “Thats all you are, huh? No point in trying to reason with a slut.” Her degrading words were mean, so damn mean. She knew they got to you.

“I'm not! I swear I’m not, Vika!” You were desperate, desperate for her to accept you again. She saw how easy it was to reduce you to a crying, pleading mess. “I can be good- please let me prove it! Don't be mean, don't go,” Your babbling was loud, right in her ears as you clung to the last bit of comfort she gave you.

“You can, can’t you? Then be good.” She whispered sternly, a bit more calm than previously. “Fucking breathe, you're not passing out on me.” Seeing how Sevika was at least less angry, your breathing found a rhythm. Your eyes darted across her face quickly, trying not to dissociate. You tried to find some semblance of anger, and when you found none, you nodded reluctantly.

“Lay your tummy across my thighs, and be still.” She spoke in a demanding tone, much slower than her previous commands and comments. You shuffled, hands shaky from fisting at the fabric on her shoulders. You were practically panting as you positioned yourself. One of her hand came to yours, letting you hold it as the other rained down against your bare ass.

She kept it up till your cries were just sniffles, begging softly for forgiveness. Taking everything and giving it back, that's how Sevika kept you in line.

[anantaru]

EYES OF GOLD AND SAPPHIRE — ZHONGLI

zhongli is still learning on how to control himself around you. wc. 750

・✶ ｡ warnings — feral zhongli, size kink/size difference, fem! reader

"you're s-so breathtaking,"

without delay, you find yourself spellbound under zhongli's famished glare— and you notice how his warm palm was slowly scattering along the slopes of your frame as the other tightens around your hip to keep you pressed against the mattress.

your fingers tighten in his hair, and your tongue swipes along his bottom lip as his hot breath pans against your doused skin, his hips thrusting up to meet your own when he suddenly stutters in his thrusts.

zhongli feels lightheaded at the sopping clench of your hole snatching his attention away, his cock aching to bury itself to the hilts of you when he ultimately decides against it.

instead, he clutches one hand on your hips to reduce his tempo, "z-zhongli," you sob out, dreamily as you catch your boyfriend's gaze shift to that of a much softer expression, your hands squeezing roughly at the skin of his biceps as to show your desperation for him, "faster.. please," you continue, "—like earlier," your words are so breathless and needy that it causes his cock to thicken and throb in you as your arousal soils the fabric under your moving bodies.

"you could get hurt," he whispers angel alike, tugging at the origin of your pleasure as your body litters with goosebumps, sweat clinging to your skin. in this moment in time, you let him hold you for what felt like a couple minutes before you begin to ruffle his hair a bit, his cock continuously throbbing in your cunt although not moving.

zhongli wasn't certain on how long he was able to keep himself like that, but he find himself flushed at the feeling of indulging in your warm, soft cunt milking his cock— it's in a momentary trice but it was passionate enough to manifest a warm whirlwind down his spine.

"you won't, i trust you," it's like an echo the way zhongli groans deep into his chest when he heard you say it, "please," you whine, "i just need you, please," you affirm him, and there's a throb between your thighs that coaxed a whine from the tip of your tongue, amplified by a couple wet kisses on your cheek as his hips leisurely begin to rock back and forth again.

you squeeze around him tighter, "you will tell me?" zhongli feels his lungs convulse with each exhale from the sudden rush of excitement when you wrap your legs around his narrow waist, the flicker of lust in your eyes undeniable and practically sweeping him off his feet.

it's heavy to have him only move just a little and zhongli knows, but the impact of each thrust left you dizzy despite the intensity being on the softer side— although your exhaustion was clearly visible and partially his fault, the experience zhongli had would always leave you speechless, until your tummy would feel so heavy and crowded that you wouldn't be able to lift yourself up off the bed even if you tried to. 

"I will tell you, baby, i will, i will—," zhongli nods in response before placing your legs over his shoulders as he pulls his weight against your chest, and you're breathing so heavily from him claiming and caging you, your breasts squeezed as he moves his cock out of you only to drag his entire length back with one swift snap of his hips, knocking the air off your lungs.

the impact of skin on skin was turning your vision entirely white as if you were purposely staring right into a lamp for far too long.

you moan as you fail to control the tremble under his looming body, his hips again and again, pressing in deep and fast, in fact, so deep that you were now repeatedly full of him, your walls smoldering over his thick shaft as he crowds your pussy that it made his pace stutter before he reaches his previous tempo.

a grunt leaves his throat at the lewd sight of your erected nipples and tits jumping in tandem with his hips rocking you up and down the mattress, that's when you finally get a good look on him, his eyes focused but needy— a tint of red lace on his cheeks, something dark with an unique sense of lust pooling in his golden gaze as his cock twitches when he hits that saccharine-platted spot in you, forming you into a puddle of satisfied mewls and desperate cries.

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[zaynesgirlie]

Their kinks. (Genshin/Hsr version)

Characters: Kafka, Yae Miko, Lisa, Black Swan, Lyney, Mr. Reca, Diluc, Gallagher.

Bondage Play: Kafka, Yae Miko.

She is the type of woman who likes to be in control. That is why bondage play is what suits her nature. She considers it the highest level of trust, and the fact that you allow her to see you in such a vulnerable position warms her heart and her level of arousal too. Her perverted nature really likes to see how you try to move your hips closer to her hand when she barely touches your leaking entrance, but you can’t because you are tied up. She will not pity you, she will tease you and not let you cum for a very long time. Maybe when she sees your tears from strong desire she will soften a little and give you what you want, but you will have to beg for it for a very long time.

Blindfold Play: Black Swan, Lisa.

Something about this position makes her hands tremble with anticipation. There is nothing more attractive in the world than your nervous lip biting as you eagerly await where and how she will touch you again. While the feather in her hand caresses your thigh, her fingers move along your chest, touching your nipple, already hard with anticipation. She gently presses her finger on your lip and places it in your mouth, feeling how you bite it with impatience. She giggles and leaves a gentle kiss on your tummy, moving lower and lower until you hear a light buzzing sound when the feather in her hand is replaced by a vibrator. You feel how she leans it against your labia, soaked with anticipation, before deliberately reducing its speed to a minimum, and feel how you bite her finger harder.

Sex on camera: Mr.Reca, Lyney.

This man will prepare for this moment as for the most solemn in his life. The already hot room will be filled with hot spotlights, and several cameras placed from different angles will fry your cheeks even more. He will rub his palms impatiently, and bite his lips from over-satisfaction from the thought that now the camera will capture all your passion. Every time you forget that you are filming this kind of adult movie, he will slap your thigh and bite your shoulder. Seeing how you arch from the approaching orgasm, creating an ideal pornographic picture makes him cum, and he almost immediately pulls out of you and runs to check the cameras.

Daddy kink: Gallagher, Diluc.

He didn't really like it when you called him that for the first time. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, and asked you not to call him that anymore. In his understanding, calling someone "daddy/mommy" during sex is the same as imagining that you are doing it with your dad/mom. But as your relationship progressed, he began to catch himself thinking that this was starting to turn him on. He would never tell you this, but by the way his jaw clenched, and the way he squeezed your hips harder, and his pace increased, you could tell he was starting to like it.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Chaotic Morning for the Styles Household🤒 🤢 🤮

AN: this tiktok (tw for emetophobes) came on my fyp and it inspired me to write this cute little sick fic. it's a super fluffy sick fic with tons of comfort in it. i hope you enjoy. my next fic i'm hoping to write a smut because i miss writing smut. so be excited for that. anyways, enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: very brief mentions of sex, sick kid, fever, throw up, comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - au!harry - Josie > [Jo-see] }

word count- 1,421

Your normal morning routine of having a peaceful cuddle in bed with Harry before he has to get ready for work, gets interrupted when your daughter Josie comes into your bedroom complaining of not feeling well, which leads to other parts of your regular routine getting disrupted, making Harry ultimately late for work.

Every morning while Harry is getting ready for work, you and your four-year-old daughter Josie, wake up to greet him as he walks out the door. Although Harry has told you that it's not necessary to wake up so early just to kiss him goodbye, Josie is generally awake at that time anyways.

Normally after Harry's alarm goes off at five thirty am, you both have a few moments of alone time in bed, where you share cuddles, kisses, or occasionally a sleepy shag. However, today was different. Immediately following his alarm, Josie burst into your bedroom. You and Harry sat up, observing her as she approaches your bed while turning on the side lamp.

Josie reaches your side of the bed and softly complains, "Mummy, I don't feel very good." You glance down with concern and assist her onto the mattress, where she settles in between you and Harry.

Frowning, you question, "How baby?"

Harry reaches over to place his hand on her tiny forehead and is taken back with how hot her skin feels. "Oh love, you're burning up."

Josie turns to you with tired eyes and answers your question, "My tummy hurts and I'm tired and very cold."

"Oh no," you frown over at Harry, hating to see your baby girl not feeling well, before continuing on, "sounds like you might be coming down with a sick bug. How about we let daddy get ready for work while I take you to the kitchen to get some medicine? Hopefully that'll help you feel better."

Josie's so weak and tired that all she does is nod her head, too sick to put up a fight. Usually she hates taking medicine.

"Baby," Harry addresses to you, "r' you sure I should even go to work? I might need to stay home and help care for her." One thing that's clear about Harry is his unwavering commitment to you and Josie. He consistently places your needs above his or his job and is always willing to take off work or leave early when you need him, no matter the reason.

Shaking your head, you retort, "No, H. I can handle her today. I'm sure it's just a little virus. But if I need you, I'll call you. And I'll keep you updated on how she is throughout the day."

Hesitantly, Harry gets out of bed to take a shower, while you bring Josie to the kitchen to give her some medicine in hopes of reducing her fever and achy tummy. After she's taken her medication, you curl up with her on the couch and watch cartoons until Harry comes down the stairs, briefcase in hand, now dressed in his black suit and polished shoes.

You get up from the couch, holding Josie on your hip, and walk to the front door to say goodbye to your husband, a ritual you follow every morning. Usually, the house is filled with laughter and funny remarks, but with a sick child, the atmosphere is considerably quieter.

"Still think I should stay home." Harry argues with a frown. He hates when his baby girl isn't feeling well, and just wants to snuggle with her in bed all day.

"I know, but she'll be alright," you say, standing on your tiptoes with your lips pursed, wanting a kiss. Harry leans in with Josie in between the two of you, and softly kisses your lips. After stepping away, he keeps his arm close enough to caress Josie's warm back.

"Poor baby, wish you were feelin' better. Makes me sad when you're sick. How'r you feelin' now, m'little love?" Right after he asks her the question, a wet cough comes from her, and in an instant, Josie is throwing up over your shoulder and onto the floor. Rather than instinctively jerking her away, you opt to hold her steady, careful not to disturb her already upset stomach. You can clean the floor later, that isn't an issue.

You replace Harry's hand with your own, softly massaging her back as she begins to be sick once more. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay." you whisper reassuringly. Harry stands next to you, briefcase still in his hand, feeling helpless as he observes his four-year-old in distress. Once she's finished puking, Josie releases a heart-wrenching cry. Being so young, the experience of throwing up is quite terrifying for her.

"Are you finished, baby?" Harry inquires, as he tenderly moves the hair that has become stuck to her sweaty face. Josie's intense crying makes it impossible for her to answer her daddy's question.

"I'll take her to the bathroom for a shower, and then I'll come back down to clean this up." you tell Harry, knowing he needs to leave for work or else he'll be late.

"Absolutely not." he disagrees, "You go take her to shower and I'll clean this up before I leave."

"But you'll be late." you spit back, not in a mean way but in a concerned way.

"I don't care if m' late. My daughter's just been sick on the floor and m' not gonna let you clean you, her, and the floor up if m' here to help."

To avoid further arguments, you nod and began bringing Josie upstairs to the master bathroom and remove both of your clothing. Her vomit has stained the back of your shirt and splattered on the heels of your feet. Motherhood has equipped you with the ability to handle such situations with grace. Before having Josie, this would have totally freaked you out, but now, you're cool as a cucumber, even if its gross.

After you've removed both of your clothes, you assist her into the shower and start to wash both her and yourself. Typically, you don't share showers or baths with her anymore, but given her illness, she requires the help and it wouldn't be practical to do so while wearing clothes soiled with puke. Plus, you're her mother, it's nothing she hasn't seen before.

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Downstairs, Harry has set his briefcase on the sofa while he collets the proper cleaning supplies to clean the floor. He makes sure to be extra careful not to get puke on his suit or else he'll have to change, and he doesn't have time for that. He's already gonna be late for work, but he doesn't want to add on to that lateness with something that can be avoided.

While Harry would like to say that being a parent has given him a strong stomach, this is not entirely the case. He can manage gross situations to some extent, but cleaning up chunky vomit off the floor is quite a challenging task. Regardless, he does it to spare you from the responsibility so you can focus on taking care of Josie.

Once he's cleaned and sterilized the floor to kill any germs, Harry secures the garbage bag containing the used paper towels and mopping pad and discards it in the outside bin. He then comes back inside and goes up stairs to ensure that you're both alright before he reluctantly leaves for work. What he finds makes him really not want to go to work today.

Standing in doorway of your bedroom, he catches sight of Josie in the middle of your bed, fast asleep, her wet curls scattered over the pillow. Then you, lying next to her, watching her as she sleeps. Harry quietly walks in and moves to your side of the bed. He leans down to give you a kiss and whispers, "I've cleaned up the floor downstairs. Poor baby, has she been sick anymore?"

Looking up, you respond, "Thank you, and no, just that once downstairs. I gave her more medicine so hopefully it'll stay down. But I'll call you if she gets sick again. Love you."

"That's good. And I love you too, baby. Love Josie as well. So much. Kills me to see her so poorly. But she's in the best hands. Best muma to my baby."

"Thank you, Harry. That's so sweet of you to say. Best husband and daddy to our little girl as well."

After saying goodbye one last time and leaning over the middle of the bed to place a kiss on Josie's warm forehead, he finally leaves for work. He'd much rather stay at home and cuddle his sick baby all day, but with you being a stay-at-home mom, he must go make the money that allows you the privilege to stay at home and not have to worry about working yourself.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[ma1dita]

Congratulations on 23! not a book reader but I remember reading somewhere that there's a rule that boys and girls who aren't related ofc be alone in the cabins together. Imagine this rule got implemented bc of Luke and posideon! reader

MDNI

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x poseidon!reader

not sure if this was supposed to be a smut request but guys look what you've done to me this is all yalls fault

a/n: smut... a bit of godly desecration & blasphemy?...is this dark!luke? luke said fuck the gods literally...no dialogue...wrap before you tap bc they dont (luke castellan x poseidon!reader)

wc: 603

It had been raining at Camp Half-Blood for a whole month.

No amount of prayers from Cabin 7 nor Mr. D's control over the atmosphere of his camp could change this—and everyone was doing their hardest to figure out why.

You and Luke however, were having the time of your lives— with camp activities canceled due to the downpour, it gave you more time to bundle up under the covers and within each other's arms. It wasn't a secret per say, just something so natural between the both of you. Like crashing tides, he'd fall into your embrace over and over for as long as the gods would allow. But sometimes, he liked spiting them for the fun of it.

Your cabin was empty all the time anyway, no pesky siblings or unclaimed campers peering over the bunks and invading your personal space, because this is what this was between the both of you---personal and intimate. No one's business but your own.

In Cabin 3, you were his alone. And as much as he is Camp Half-Blood’s all-star camper, he thinks the gods owe him this much. He’s allowed to be selfish when it comes to you.

Luke could relish in the sound of your moans echoing off the marble walls, waves of pleasure extracted from you as he thrusts into your pussy, soaked and pulling him in deep. He marks you where only he can see, handprints on your hips, hickeys between your tits and thighs, and he licks your cheek like a fucking dog, just because he can.

His alone.

His cock pistons harder as he holds onto the plush of your tummy, hands grappling onto every expanse of skin he could touch—his, his, his, from the hair he's pulling on your head to the tips of your curled toes. The harder you shake underneath him, the wider he grins, reducing a daughter of the Big Three to nothing but a fucked out puddle of tears. 

Luke encourages you to be louder—deep down, he likes the idea of desecrating you in a place of honor. The Big Three were too pretentious to be parents, forbidden children given temples instead of homes to sleep in. It’s not his fault this place has too many platforms to christen. He supposes you both should try your father’s altar next.

Your eyes glaze over before you cum, and each time it reminds him of sparkling seafoam kissing the coast of the beach back home. It's his cue to throw your legs over his shoulders, diving into your mouth like you'd breathe oxygen into his lungs as he loses control and moans until your heart, like the rest of you feels full of him. He swirls your pretty pearl between his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you as naturally as he calls your name. 

Under the tears and drool, Luke agrees you’re your father’s daughter, soft and sopping wet, drenched in his domain. Anchoring himself between your hips, you let out a scream of Luke's name and he kisses you delicately as you both release—everything from your collarbones to your breasts to the skin behind your knee, he kisses all of it. 

His.

Luke could argue that the cum dripping out of your womb is his too, despite how eagerly he gives it to you each time. You didn’t even have to beg him this time.

It's what he loves about Cabin 3—it's his as much as it's yours, no clothes necessary. Until Mr. D comes barging in drenched to nine hells and floodwaters rising behind him with a personal threat from your father.

[miupow]

hi, i was reading your post on kinktober and i was reminded about how you talked about maybe writing some step brother beomgyu content, maybe that could be fun for the event

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘24 ── 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 + 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] choi beomgyu x fem!reader . stepcest , stepbro!beomgyu , mean dom!beomgyu , doggy style , gagging(?) , manual restraining , dirty talk, degredation kink , name calling , orgasm control

a/n ⸝⸝ my first time dipping my toes into stepcest... don't make me regret this !! ( ; ω ; ) this is so filthy omg…. i cannot believe i wrote this

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your least favorite thing about your mother’s new husband was his son.

he was loud, brash, and annoying. he constantly invades your personal space just to tease you relentlessly, snickering as you throw things and yell at him to leave you alone. he’s reduced you to tears more than once, laughing gleefully at the way you sniffled and cried from his nasty words. you cry to your mother about it, tell her how much you hate him and all of he grief he causes you; she just shakes her head and tells you to get over it. after all, that’s how all big brothers are.

but big brothers aren’t supposed to sneak into your room at night to fuck you stupid. you were sure of that.

“quit whining,” beomgyu hisses in your ear, the loud wet slaps of his hips against your ass echoing throughout your quiet bedroom. “you don’t want to wake up our parents now, do you?”

your face burns with arousal and humiliation, the two emotions swirling together into a confusing, overwhelming mix that made your pussy throb. your tight gummy walls clench around your stepbrother’s cock as he aims a perfectly practiced thrust to hit your sweet spot. he can manhandle you however he pleases with his big hand holding your arms behind your back, using your body like nothing more than a pocket pussy. there’s no care at all for your own pleasure as he chases his orgasm, bulbous cockhead ramming against your cervix. he throws his head back with a low, filthy moan, his adam’s apple bobbing, such a handsome sight you glanced over your shoulder to admire. he was so hot it made your head spin… just another thing you hated about him.

“fuck, this pussy’s so greedy— such a fucking slut for your big brother’s cock, huh? do you want more?” beomgyu lands a harsh slap to your jiggling asscheek with his free hand, the sudden stinging pain making you yelp; beomgyu quickly muffles you with that same hand shooting up to cover your mouth. “god, be quiet, bitch. you’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood; do you want them to know how much of a cockwhore you are? want them to know that you’re getting your pussy bred by your stepbrother? huh?“

“no!” you sob, shaking your head desperately, your pleas barely audible behind beomgyu’s palm. his thrusts just grow faster, hit inside of you deeper— you swear you can feel his big long cock carving a bulge in your tummy. your cunt aches for more stimulation, your pleasure ignored outside of your messy hole getting fucked. you fight against beomgyu’s grip on your wrists, squirming and twisting beneath him, desperate to touch yourself and finally relieve the building tension that was growing harder and harder to handle.

“you’re gonna take this cock.” beomgyu grunts, his hips growing sloppy and uncoordinated. “i’m gonna dump my cum deep inside this pussy and you’re gonna take it all, right slut?“

“mmffh!!”

“good whore.” beomgyu laughs.

[y13evie]

I crawled out of a coma for this

You know thats future man clip of Josh hutcherson jerking off? Imagine that with Mike and reader walks in ANNNDDD he’s all subby maybe even gets edged 😋😋

jae i love u so much i missed you

tags: fuck this is driving me crazy, absolutely pure filth. there is nothing sfw about this. afab!reader. dacryphilia maybe + the tiniest blood

mike had the house to himself. his whines and empty pleas rang throughout the home. he wasn’t usually this needy, but god he hadn’t seen you in so long and his cock was just so achy and leaky in his jeans. he couldn’t take it. he tried to at least go slowly. pumping his cock at a reasonable pace, swiping his thumb over his slit at the tip of his cock for an extra wave of pleasure. he tried so hard to be patient, imaging your voice telling him to not be so needy. but he couldn’t help himself and began wildly grinding his hips into his hand, imagining it was you.

what the brunette failed to realize is that you had walked into his home a few minutes ago. you heard his cries and whines, each of them going straight to your core. after another agonizing minute you decided to make your presence be known. you walk up to his door and slowly open it to realize the heavenly sight.

“mike?”. your eyes hold a false innocence, knowing full well you had savored his pleas up until this moment. his teary eyes batted up at you. his eyelashes barely hiding his doe eyes. mikes chest was heaving and his head was leaned up against the wall. his thick cock was drooling beads of pre coating his hand and length. his tip was bright pink, begging for attention.

“i need you so, so bad.” those six words were all you needed. your lips make quick contact with his, the kiss was sloppy. he lips swollen from his teeth digging into them combined with his never ending whines. your tongue smoothly found his way into his mouth, he didn’t even begin to try and fight for dominance. he was putty under your touch right now. before pulling away your tongue glided over his bottom lip, tasting the metallic remnants of blood from his biting. he whined. you held the palm of your hand out and mike immediately knew what to do. he spat in your hand and guided your wrist to his neglected cock.

you started of slow knowing that he was sensitive and not wanting to overstimulate him, yet. you began to quicken your pace after noticing mike had become accustomed to your slower one. his big round eyes batted up at you once more, this time tears spilt from them. he watched you stroke him with his mouth slightly open, eyes never leaving you. you opened your mouth to let some drool fall onto his already drenched cock. this sent him over the edge. he held your hand in place and began fucking up into your hand. you let him, knowing you weren’t gonna let him get away with it so easily. his cries got louder and he pulled you towards him, lips animalisticly taking your own. you knew he was close. so just when you believed he was gonna cum, you snatch your hand away. he lips left yours, only leaving a string so saliva connecting you two.

“baby please.” tears began to fall again. “you can’t do this to me, not right now. needa cum so bad, please.”. his eyes were pleading you.

“m’ sorry baby, you gotta beg. you know better than to fuck yourself using me without asking first.” your hand cupped his face, wiping away his tears. you know how pent up he was, the way is cock was leaking so badly, and the way you could see it throbbing against his happy trail.

“pleasepleaseplease let me cum. i won’t do it again- ngh, promise baby. just please- let me feel you.” he sniffled back his tears while begging for release. you couldn’t deny him any longer.

“you’re so good for me, my sweet boy”.

your hand make it’s way back onto his length, resuming the pace you originally set. mike reached his high quickly, reducing him to a whiny mess while you helped him ride out his orgasm. huge white spurts of cum painted his tummy and your hand. you let his breathing come back to normal before peeling your hand off his softening cock. mike picked up a towel from the floor and wiped both you and himself off before leading you to his bed. you immediately felt comfortable in the familiar bed. he found his way into your arms, one of the only ways he can fall asleep.

“i love you so much”, he sleepily mumbles into your neck. you give his temple a loving kiss.

“i love you too, mike. you know i’ll always take care of you.”

[baroupurin]

━╋ cw : slight ooc barou , smut / fluff towards the end , fem!reader , size difference , body worship (f), breeding kink , cursing , blowjob mention , oral (m) receiving ..

barou shouei. the man put cleanliness above all else; it was practically etched in stone. that man lived, breathed, and demanded cleanliness and order. you wouldn’t dare catch the king without his bottle of sanitizer or his pack of lemon-scented quickle wipes stashed away somewhere in his bag, nor would it ever be unlikely that you’d catch anything out of place. it was a necessity to have order. to make sure everything was pristine. everything had its place. everything had to be pristine. it was almost a well-known fact that barou was a clean freak.

almost.

everyone has their imperfections. their exceptions. their biases. whether they admit it or not is irrelevant. barou shouei wouldn’t admit it if it killed him.

but there was something about you that just simply unraveled him. something that brought out the absolute worst in him.

there was something about the way your eyes physically flutter back every time he thrusts deep into your tight, soaking walls. the way your shaky fingers grip the once ironed sheets of his king-sized bed, the way you were littered with more bites and bruises than barou could keep track of. the way your hole seeped and wept full of his seed that it spills out when he pulls out of you; spilling down and onto his sheets— filthy. how he can’t help but shove and curl his thick fingers inside just to watch your flushed body flinch, to make you clench around his fingers like the greedy whore that you are. to keep your womb stuffed full of his seed.

it’s definitely something about the way rather heavy wooden frame scraping off its original position and slams into the wall with every merciless thrust that secretly strokes his ego. your nails raking down his sculpted back— the curvature of each muscle present while he grunts out your name in pure bliss in the crook of your neck, caging your much smaller body beneath his. there’s nothing else he relishes in more than the sight of your pretty tits bouncing with every brutal slam of his hips connecting back into you. the room already thick with heat, the heady, sinful noises of his heavy balls slapping against the sticky curve of your ass. barou’s never-ending stamina reducing you down to nothing but a babbling mess, struggling to keep up with the king, but you tried.

and fuck, he thought you never looked so good trying.

your glossy, swollen lips staining his already wet cock— his thick, heavy length hitting the back of your throat as you gag, fingers digging into his muscular thighs. the ring of cum around his thick base he can’t be bothered to clean up dribbling down your fingers to your forearms, making up for areas you can’t seem to reach. but you’re still so willing to please him. trying to take it all just for him. barou knows it’s wrong— it’s against everything he’s ever stood for— but watching the thick ropes of cum spill all over your flustered, fucked-out face made the traveling veins from his neck to his forehead throb with need. the way the thick spurts painted your flushed face so prettily, your lashes all wet with tears and lips slick with spit. it left him throbbing with need for more.

that’s why he’s got you bent over the dining table now, the food you had prepared long forgotten and cold as your boyfriend pounds into you relentlessly from behind to take out his frustrations from an earlier game that didn’t play out the way he had in mind. the plates clatter and shake with every snap of his hips, the creaking legs of the dark oak table scraping forward.

“yeah, there we go, baby. look at you, huh?” he grits out, voice slightly hoarse and low. “so fuckin’ tight for me.”

barou fucks you with reckless abandon, his jaw clenched tight with restraint. his veiny hands hold onto your soft tummy, pudge or not, his cock is bound to leave an impressionable outline, this man is huge. he presses firm against the slight bulge, making you moan out loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors could’ve heard. he groans at the delicious sight of you taking him so well. even if he had trouble shoving inch after inch into your throbbing walls at first.

the smell of sex, sweat and his musk tinged with his cologne ‘creed’ lingers in the air, making you clench around his cock even tighter than before, earning another low moan from him.

he keeps one hand palmed over your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him through the mirrored display cabinet, his hulking frame overshadowing yours while he grips onto the fat of your hips with the other.

“see that? huh?” he pants out, hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward, his broad chest pressing up against the sticky skin of your back, “gonna knock you up real good, baby. fill you up real nice and deep. that what you want?”

barou groans out in pure bliss, completely fucked out as he pounds into you from behind. he looks down at you, your pretty little body trembling in his grasp. he tries to be gentle with you. he really does. but you’re just so pretty like this.

“sho, please.. ple—ase, please, please, gonna—“

you’re nothing but a mess of chants and moans of barou’s name, drool dribbling down your chin as you feel your body grow weaker and give away with each thrust. he slides his hand down, palm sliding over your stomach and pressing his digits into the plush of your lower belly,

“look at you— fuckin’ gorgeous.” he mutters, almost to himself. “gonna fuck a baby into you by the time i’m finished. fill this cute little belly up.” he gives the flesh a gentle squeeze, ready to blow his load right then and there the way that it dips beneath his rough fingers, jiggling with every slam of his hips. he leans down to press open-mouthed, wet kisses along your shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you. you seize around him, twitching in his grip as the pinpricks of white gather in your vision, your heavy head bobs forward but barou’s quick to react. he guides it back against his shoulder so you don’t collapse face first into the table.

he slides his hand down to your clit, rubbing and stroking slowly circles against your sensitive bud as you ride out your climax, your overstimulated body thrashing in his firm hold.

“fuuuck, baby— just like that.” he grunts, rolling his hips into you before pulling them back and pistonning back into you, your body jolting forward as you let out a sharp yelp, barou slams himself in once, twice, then again— before he’s gone, completely lost in ecstasy as your sloppy cunt milks him dry. he spills himself inside of you with a hoarse growl, burying himself to the hilt.

your legs threaten to give out at any second, muscles tender and limp, but your boyfriend is quick to hold you against him with little effort. wrapping a thick forearm around your waist as he eases his softening cock out of your hole. the both of you groan— yours a broken whimper, his low and strained, the way his cum spills down from your spent cunt to your shaky inner thighs.

“shit…” he breathes out, again, more to himself than anything, staring down at the filthy mess he’s made of you. your slick smeared all over your stomach, the drooling, dumb expression over your fucked out face, globs of his cum trailing down your swollen folds and dripping onto the floor. he sharply inhales his next breath, his cock already twitching again from the sinful sight.

“c’mere, princess,” he murmurs, voice low and coarse as he gently coaxes you back gently into his arms. you’re pliant and wrecked, face still flushed, eyes barely half-open as you slump into his heaving chest. he reaches down and hooks one hand beneath your trembling thighs, scooping you up effortlessly like you weigh nothing. “let’s clean you up, yeah?”

barou carries you into the bathroom without another word, not even bothered by the trail he leaves behind. you’re his. his to hold. his responsibility to care and love for.

he sets you down at the edge of the tub, brushing your hair back from your face with fingers far gentler and softer than anyone would ever expect from the king. you blink up at him, dazed, offering a small bashful smile that makes something tight twist in adoration in his chest.

he reaches for a warm towel, already soaked and wrung out, and begins wiping you down with caution and care. he’s surprisingly meticulous, careful not to press too hard where you’re too sore, and pausing every so often to kiss at a bruise, a love bite, a spot of tender skin he’d grabbed too hard in the heat of the moment, mumbling a quick apology or praise for each mark he comes across. barou lingers over parts of your body you’ve always struggled to admire, rubbing slow circles as if trying to memorize the way fits perfectly within his touch, in a daze at almost how perfectly you fit in his undeserving hands. his touch slow and mesmerizing— practically worshipping your body with every touch, trying to learn every square inch of skin by heart. you’ve never felt so beautiful.

“you still with me?” he mutters, kneeling down in front of you, his big hands spreading across your thighs to keep you steady. barou glances up, catching the small nod you manage to give him— his shoulders relaxing.

you hum quietly as your hand reaches up to thread into his messy hair. his loving gaze snaps up to yours, molten with something unspoken. something loving and soft.

“you feel good?” he asks, quieter this time, his voice soft as his touches.

you nod again, voice still shaky but sure, “yeah. better now.”

barou slides his hands up to cup your jaw, stroking your cheekbones before he presses a fleeting kiss on your forehead.

“good,” he murmurs. “i love you.”

and he says it like a promise. a vow he makes to you. like it’s etched into his very bones and soul. barou’s a man of his word after all. even if he has his weaknesses, it doesn’t matter too much if it’s you.

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : hai guys .. looks away .. i am so sorry i disappeared pls forgive .. (╥﹏╥) classes n work have been kicking my ass sobs i have so many fic ideas i think it’s starting to drive me INSANE but i miss you guys smsmsm :( here is a real quick drabble because barou breeding kink is just sosooooo .. breeding kink n barou go hand in hand idk guys n he would literally worship the ground you walk on THAT IS A FACT !! i’m ovulating okay . i’m sorry for any mistakes in advance pls forgive i will try to look over tomorrow if anything !! i love you guys sm !! <3

[diorchids]

FIX YOUR GLASSES, CORIOLANUS SNOW.

— nerdy!coryo, p in v, oral, academy!coryo, mentions of masturbation, tummy bulges.

coryo’s such a nerd.

you softly arched your back to soothe the ache from sitting all class, nipples poking against the fabric of your shirt as you were assigned your partner. coriolanus tried his best not to look at you, failing to do so when a small, breathy moan escaped your lips.

you were extremely familiar with him, a close friend who’d make sure to do all the work in a group project just for you to smile at him. it was pathetic.

his hand cramped as he fucked into it in his dark bedroom, wet, clammy palm adding to the pleasure of thinking of you like this. “mmm, mmf—fuck,” he laid back on his pillow, bucking his puffy tip into his pathetic excuse for a hole.

sometimes he’s hunched over at his desk, breathing heavily as he imagined your cunt squeezing his sensitive cock, causing him to cum all over his fingers stupidly, his glasses all crooked.

he tries to focus on the project but he gets distracted by your presence. his mind wanders, imagining all sorts of disgusting things he’s thought of doing to you.

you could tell he was stressed, hand trembling while he wrote.

somehow you ended up under him, plump lips wrapped around the base of his cock, salty tears running down your face. his cock prodded at the back of your throat, making you gag as your knees dug into the floor even more.

he was wordless, only holding either side of your head as he pushed into it. you moaned around his fat cock, squeezing his thighs as you tried to take him all.

you pulled off before attaching your lips to his cock again, sucking harshly as you looked up at him. your hand held the base of him, jerking him off, leading him to an unforgiving spasm.

his legs trembled as he gripped your hair, pushing deep into your throat as he came deep down your throat, hot fluid running down your chin.

he was just so nervous! how could you blame him? resorting to jerking off every night to the thought of you wasn’t ideal for him.

your stomach would bulge each time he thrust into it roughly, hands gripping your waist to keep you from squirming. your eyes watered at the sight of him smirking. “s-slow down,” he slammed his cock into your silky walls, “please.” you begged.

"you just feel so fuckin’ good, ’m sorry,” his grip on your waist tightened. he continues to thrust, feeling your inner walls clench and twitch around him. his poor cock could barely take any of this, his puffy, sensitive tip making his legs tremble.

he pants heavily, chest heaving as he fights to control himself. slowly, he reduces the intensity of his thrusts, keeping them deep and measured. "better?" he asks in a whisper, his breath warm against your skin.

you nod, salty tears still streaming down your face. your cunt squeezed around his cock as your stomach tightened even more, releasing as you spasm all over his cock, coating his cock in your sweet juices.

coryo slowly picks up the pace again, pushing deeper into you with each stroke. his fingers reach down to your cunt, dipping into your arousal before sticking them in his mouth, perversely sucking your juices off.

his movements become rougher, his body tense as he reaches his climax. he slams into you one last time, his hips snapping forward as he cries out and comes inside you. his glasses were sitting low on his nose, curls stuck to his forehead as he came.

he moans loudly, stuffing his cock deeper inside of you to make sure you take every single drop!

you can’t blame him, you feel too good.