#i thought it had a climax but then it just kept building and building and building

[mylifeeinfandoms]

spiderman: across the spiderverse somehow exceeded into the spiderverse in every possible way, and yet ... even as i say that, it did that thing poorly.

[gyucheolslut]

2:14 AM • KMG

lowercase intended.

cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away

word count: 1.7k~

not proof read!!

a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]

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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

you wouldn’t stop moving..

at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.

small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..

while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?

as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.

with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?

you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?

mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.

using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.

with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.

he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.

using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.

your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.

as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.

mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.

your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.

clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..

the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.

as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.

“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.

really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.

mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.

despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.

moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.

he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.

whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.

mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.

a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.

“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.

when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.

pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.

the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.

the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.

you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.

it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.

“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”

you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.

gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..

mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.

he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.

“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.

pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.

you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.

mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.

his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.

hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.

you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.

mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..

he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.

you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..

[bigfatbimbo]

Hii!! So I just read your new fic with vox (phenomenal job by the way!!) and I saw your SNEEKY LITTLE A/N AT THE END and I MUST know how that went 😋

Could you pretty please write the morning aftermath of Dom!Reader railing Vox into the mattress? He’d be all weepy and teary and apologizing profusely but it just comes out as him babbling nonsense? I have such bad Vox brain rot and it’s consuming my very SOUL.

Also im not sure if you do emoji anons, but if you do , can I please be 🪐? Thank you soooo much and I love your writing!!

a/n — I didn’t expect to write this fic so soon. I thought i’d at least procrastinate a week.

summary — A follow up of a previous fic where Vox annoyed the reader to the point they cried. This is afterwards where the reader decides to punish thehell out of Vox and rail him into a mattress.

warnings — Smut, gn reader, but afab implied, aka use of the word ‘strap’ like once, dom reader, sub Vox

Vox was no stranger to taking a punishment from you. But he doesn’t think you’ve ever got this hard on him. 

In hindsight, he should have saw it coming when you asked him to wear the buttplug in the morning. So he could be ‘ready for tonight.’ A perfectly normal sentence alluding to sex, right? 

Well it would be, if not for the growl in your voice and the sinister smile. He knew why he was being punished.

The previous day he had been too much of a brat during a time where you were already overwhelmed. It was a shitty thing to do and if he was being honest, he did feel bad. But now, of course he would pay for it.

That’s exactly what led him to his current position underneath you, face down in the mattress and ass up in the air.

Your hands had a deathly grip on his hips, tight enough to leave a terrible bruise the next day. You didn’t care though, as this was probably the most genuinely pissed off you’ve ever been at Vox during sex.

You aggressively thrust into him, making him yelp. “What the fuck—ffzz— Take it easy, god,” He complained uselessly, knowing this would only make you more angry.

“Aw, i’m sorry. I thought you wanted a reaction out of me, you pathetic fucking attention whore,” you spit out your words, rolling your hips faster.

He bit back a whine, reluctant to let you win so soon, despite the aching feeling of guilt building up in his stomach.

“Would you— hngh— would you get over it, already?” He grunted out, trying to hold back his needy noises.

Now that you could take a little teasing, he wanted to see you mad. He wanted to make you fuming enough to fuck him until he cries. 

There was a desperate depraved need in him to see you tear him apart. Oh, and his approach was working. 

“I’ll be over it once I blow your fucking back out, slut. You really never know when to shut up, huh, Vox?” You hiss rolling your hips and an even but incredibly fast pace.

You could see Vox squirm underneath you, hiding his face in the pillows to muffle his moans. 

“Fuck, just like that I— bzzsh—“ he try’s not to beg, wanting to sound more like a demand.

In his own way, he was still in control in this situation. As long as you kept fucking him like that, he would have a fantastic orgasm in no time.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be trying to hide your pathetic noises in those pillows, are you, baby?” All of a sudden your hips slow down.

Before Vox could think he let a simple whine slip from his throat. The build up to his climax was interrupted by your sudden change of pace.

“Fuck— what are you—“ Your hips slow to a stop and you pull out.

“Hey!” He yells, on the brink of a tantrum, “I was fucking close.”

You flip him over so he’s on his back looking up at you. There’s a growl to your voice the next time you speak.

“No, the fuck you weren’t,” you tease his hole with the tip of your strap, “Your not close until I say so, how about that?”

He whimpers softly and squeezes his eyes shut, wishing desperately to feel you inside of him again.

“Are you sorry, yet?”

“Yes, I am. St—szz—stop teasing, fuck,” he whines, gazing bitterly up at you.

“No, you’re not sorry. You will be though,” without warning, you plunge back into him. He yelps and grabs onto your neck for support. 

You went at an agonizing pace, one that made tears prick in the corner of Vox’s eyes. 

You seemed so genuinely mad at him. In fact, you seemed to get increasingly mad by the second. He was sure he wasn’t imagining this, from the sharp way you dug into his hips with your nails, or the aggressive way you thrusted into him.

Whether Vox liked it or not, he was beginning to feel sorry. Your degrading and scornful words started to wear on him, and he clung to your neck tightly. 

“Oh god, Oh god pleas—szz—please,” he whined into your ear, feeling his screen heat up from being overwhelmed, “Oh please i’m s—szz—sorry. I’m so sorry,”

He thought about how upset he made you earlier and all at once, he was ashamed of himself. His brain started to feel fuzzier and fuzzier with every roll of your hips. He was tired of feeling hated by you and regretted making you so mad.

“Ungh, please— bzz— ‘m sorry ‘m sorry,” his screen blanked out for a few seconds before he came too with a large moan.

“What do you want me to say, sweetheart? You want me to praise you and call you a good boy for saying sorry?” You tease.

Vox whimpers and vigorously nods his head, desperate for a taste of your sweet forgiveness. 

“Well, I’m sorry baby. That’s just not enough,” you buck up into him, rather harshly. He cries miserably.

“Please i’ll be so good—ozzs— I’ll be such a good boy, I’ll do anything, pleas—szz—ease,” He babbled, tears falling from his eyes and dripping onto his screen.

“I’ll treat you so much better, ‘m sorry, I s—szz—swear,” His grip tightens around your neck, clawing digging into you slightly. You grab onto his lower back for support, one hand still on the mattress.

All of his composure was completely gone and he was becoming borderline incoherent. The lights flickered around you and his screen blacker out more multiple seconds at a time.

You shoved back down onto the mattress, removing his arms from your neck as you thrust into him. He whined at the loss of contact and noticed the unavoidable, incredibly rare, feeling of guilt sink deep into him.

He said he was sorry and he really meant it, he didn’t want you to be mad at him anymore.

You took pity on him when you saw his teary eyes and his fucked out screen. Leaning down, you sink your teeth into his neck and suck, still thrusting upward into him.

After a moment of drawing more whimpers from Vox, you finally show some mercy.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” you purr into his neck. He whimpers and sobs something inaudible.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Ungh— Yes, fuck—bzzz— ‘m close,” His audio buffered more than twice every two seconds, making you shush him back into soft whines.

His eyes were still weepy from the guilt and from the lack of praise contrasted with all the attention.

“You’re lucky i’m so nice,” you remarked, rolling your hips, “Usually I wouldn’t let a crybaby like you cum so soon.”

He half sobs at your harsh words. You follow them up soon, however.

“But I think you’ve had enough punishment? huh, pretty boy?” You say, moving your hand down to toy with his aching dick.

He cries out, whining and squirming pathetically. You rub the tip, trying to coax his orgasm out.

“Don’t hold back on me now, Vox. We both know you wanna cum,” you tease down at him, “My sweet boy,”

He moans thrashing around under all the attention given to his ass and dick. He didn’t pick up on the next few words you said, they didn’t sound nice, though.

Within a couple seconds, his screen goes completely blank as he climaxes, falling back into the mattress, breathless.

You don’t pull out yet, instead leaning down to coo sweet praises at him for taking his punishment so well. 

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson baby. There’s a time and a place to be a brat,” you plant a kiss on his screen, “You took it all so well thought, sweetheart. ‘m so proud of you.” 

He whined under your touch, needing to be held by you. It took him a moment for him to realize the room around you two was completely dark. Somewhere in the mix, the power had gone out and he’d hadn’t noticed

When you finally pulled out and wrapped your arms around him, he snuggled in. 

He did end up learning his lesson. Lesson being; bratting out on good days leads to being fucked good and hard.

He’d keep it in mind for next time.

a/n — Oh my god i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive this week. I have not been feeling it lately but i’ll try to get more shit out later.

[oozedninjas]

"Adore you" is an understatement

Summary: Making out goes out of hand, and Raph takes your V card.

A/N: I've been asked a lot for 2007 Raph, pretty general things, so I made this small piece! Enjoy :)

18+I MDNI I 2007 verse I The reader is a virgin, Raphael isn't I both are 25 I established relationship I virginity loss

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The roughness of his thumb grazes over your swollen lips, and you bite him. He hisses, grasping your chin to capture your mouth. His kiss offers another glimpse of how much he hungers for you.

With inhuman strength, Raphael brings you on top of him. He gropes your ass roughly, drawing a whimper from your lips. The heat builds in your belly as his hands trail up, lifting your dress in the process. His palms on your back make you shiver, You adjust over his thigh, surrendering to the instinct of grinding over it shamelessly, greedily. Raphael groans, his tail lining between his legs, throbbing, slowly exposing his hardening cock.  

"Take it off," he says, short of breath, tugging your dress.

You comply, hardly noticing the swift movement in which he takes off your bra along with it, too busy admiring the glistening pre-cum sliding down his shaft. Slick pools between your tights. 

You ditch your underwear, mouthwatering at the sight of his length, slightly curved, now all hard and wet for you. Raphael is about to nuzzle his face between your perfect breasts when you push him, forcing him to fall over the soft cushions of your bed as you strip the red bandana off his face.

He gazed up, stunned. “Doll?” 

Raphael barely has time to speak. You place yourself on top of him, moaning at the soft, rosy skin of his shaft against your bare cunt, and you carefully jerk over it. Raphael growls, head falling back, jaw clenching. Fucking pretty. His hands fly to your hips, digging. 

You build the pace as you need it: hot, fast, tight. You feel him reaching out, and you slow down enough for his finger to slide into your drenched hole. You gasp, eyebrows furrowing before picking up the moves again, balancing your weight, palms over his plastron as you kept fucking your clit over his slippery dick. You moaned unabashedly, enjoying how he matched his finger thrusts with your grinding. Blazed tingles run through your body, boiling.

Your face is so erotically hypnotizing. Fuck, you're not usually this worked up by fingering alone. Something's different. Raphael withdraws his hand, and you whine aching at the emptiness. The steady grasp on your hips refrains any movement. 

“Hey, wait. Why are you-”

"I want to go further," you breathe, urgently. 

He eyes you, unable to hide the fire stirred by your words.

"How further?" 

Usually, he'd finger fuck you, biting and nibbling your tits until you climax, and you'd suck his dick in return. Other times you'd just gotten off by dry humping. However, you've never had anything close to penetrative sex, you weren’t ready yet, and he's always been too sweet about it. But just now, the thought of his cock pounding relentlessly inside you makes you quiver in the best ways. Right there, you know it. 

"All the way." 

"Are you sure?" he gasped.

"Yeah," you panted.

No sooner the words left your mouth, You begin lining him up with you, cunt clenching at the feeling of his firm, hot length on your hand. 

"Whoa, wait," he blurts, "You'll hurt yourself."

“I can take you.” 

Raphael chuckles, mouth closed. It rings deep and holds a tint of mischief that sounds sexy on him. He effortlessly rolled you down, now your back against the mattress, soft pillows under your head. You scarcely have time to react before he steals a fervent kiss. His tongue twirling with yours is fucking amazing.

"I know you can, but I don't wanna hurt my lovely doll," Raphael smirks at you, pushing your legs open to settle between. “Let me do it.”

“Please hurry,” 

His smile widens, shooting a teasing glance your way as he pokes your entrance to insert his finger. It slides in smoothly, despite its thickness. He watches it disappear inside you, bewitched by the sight. After a couple of gentle thrusts, Raphael pushes in another finger, hurtfully slow. You squirm when he curves them at the right angle. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he manages under his breath. 

Raphael works them up, in and out, for what it feels like forever. Just when you think he’ll torture you into pleading, he pulls away, not wasting a single second to line with you. The tip of his cock is somewhat triadic, rounder on the base, wide and it feels kind of gummy. 

You gape as he enters you slowly, carefully. A loud, desperate moan rolls off his lips. You grip his shoulders, unawarely digging your nails. It isn't as painful, yet it still stings as it stretches you. Raphael grazes your forehead with his own as he bottoms out. 

"Easy, if it’s too much we can stop," he reassures, his breath staggered.

You suddenly hate you're the only inexperienced one. It's embarrassing. “No, just a second, I just need- a second,” your voice trembles.

He processes your answer, urgently clinging to reason as your hot walls close around him, so tight, so right to fit him.

“R-Relax, take a deep breath,” Raphael instructs.

He sucks on your neck, licking a long stripe over your pulse line to the base of your jaw, slightly nibbling. Your eyes shut at the feeling, and a soft sigh glides from your lips. 

"Hmn- I’m fine, go on."

“You sure?” He rocks himself softly, tentatively. 

You clench around him. The delicious squeeze tears a groan off him, right against your neck.

“Yeah,” you breathe. 

Raphael lowers himself near. His plastron presses over your breasts. It feels fantastic over your nipples. You arch at the contact, aching for more. 

His hooded eyes don't leave your face: gently warm cheeks and watery eyes. You look beautiful.

"Ah— I'll make this so good for you," he pants, picking up the pace, "I'll ruin you for anyone else," he continues, slurring his words as his mind burns alongside him.   

You’d gladly let him, you want to say so, but you can't think. His perfectly curved dick kisses your sweet spot deliciously. 

“Hmn— there! right there Raph, please!,”

You don’t even care for the desperate sound of your trembling voice or how your words seem to splice together. Raphael obliges. You spread your legs further, allowing the base of his plastron to work your clit along the way. Your rational thinking numbs as you chase the growing coil building in your core.

A deep, animalist growl falls from his throat as your nails digg to the top of his shell, your back arches, mind vanishing into some place where there's only room for ecstasy. You're loud as you come, you don't care.

Raphael’s pace grows sloppier as the pulsations of your warm cunt trigger his peak.

 “Nnm— fuck,”   

He pulls out abruptly. The emptiness hurts just for a few seconds before hot, sticky loads dampen your torso, splattering up to your chest. 

He falls beside you, catching his breath. You linger in the after-bliss until his voice brings you back.  

"I'll clean you up. Give me a sec," he asserts before motioning off your bed. 

"Just use my dress," you say, tiredly and zero percent willing to lay without him for a single solid second. "Let's take a shower in a few minutes."

He heeds. Once cleaned up, you snuggle into him, enjoying his welcoming embrace.

"Did it hurt too bad?" Raph questions.

"No, it was good,” you lengthen the word. It makes him smile. “I don't know why I waited this long to do it. Did you like it?" 

Raph laughs lightly, incredulously. "Of course I did. Did you?"

"Fuck yeah," 

You both share an endearing giggle. He cups your cheek. 

"Altho, I thought you would want your first time to be fancier."  

"Fancier?" you repeat with a quirked brow. 

He propelled himself over his elbow to have a better angle of your face. You allow the movement, reclining over the soft pillows as you look up at him.

"Yeah, you know, candles, roses, and stuff," he said, averting his gaze. 

You laughed, whole-heartedly, gracing his cheeks with both hands. 

"I only wanted to be with you. Nothing else matters."

He gave you the brightest of smiles, and it reached his eyes so beautifully that your heart almost stopped straight there. 

"I fucking adore you, doll."

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Best Kept Secret on the Grid || Part Two

GR, CL, MV, LH x fem!reader Warnings: angsty drivers, more filth (masturbation, smut) WC: 3k F1 Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three

“Oh my word, what is going on?” David Croft, the official F1 commentator, was aghast at what he was seeing on the track in front of him and his voice echoed across the paddock from the loudspeakers. “This is looking like a repeat of Australia and nobody wants to see that again.”

You slunk down in your seat and pulled your hat further down your head. Maybe sending those nudes hadn’t been the best idea. It had been four weeks since the last race and to say you were feeling needy was a massive understatement. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from sending your men some enticing pictures before the race.

“And there goes Gasly, into the gravel. We’ll have to see the replay on that but I think it was his own teammate that made contact with him. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was Alpine on Alpine going into the corner and now Gasly will have a lot of time to make up for it. Ocon will be lucky if he doesn’t get a penalty for that aggressive move.”

You looked at the place board and saw the seven drivers who had already retired from the turbulent race. Max was one of them, and he was pissed.

You shoved the phone back in your purse and cheered with the rest of the grandstand as Lewis passed by, holding first position with 12 laps to go. Right on his tail was Charles but the real battle was taking place behind him for the third step on the podium. 

It was a dog fight between Fernando, Esteban and Lando with less than a second separating each car. You screamed louder than anyone else as they shot past the lap line and a few heads turned your way but you ignored them. You weren’t even in bed and these guys were making you scream. 

Another lap passed without incident but then the fight for third took a dangerous turn when Lando pushed Fernando wide and Esteban tried to take advantage by slipping past on the inside. Fernando ended up grazing his car along the wall while Lando thought he was in the clear only to clip the front wing of Esteban’s car and the two of them careened off the track. 

Shock rippled through the crowd as another three cars were retired and their drivers were pulled apart by the marshalls that were trying to clear the track under a red flag. It was messy and you could almost taste the testosterone in the charged atmosphere.

“I don’t even have words to describe this race,” David commented. “That will be the third restart and what a change that makes to the standings. We have Hamilton in P1, Leclerc P2, Stroll P3, followed by Sainz, Russell, Gasly, then miraculously both Williams’ and AlphaTauri’s drivers are almost guaranteed those much needed but elusive points - if they can just stay on the track and cross the finish line in one piece.”

You couldn’t sit and listen to the spectators around you any longer. They all asked variations of the same question - what the hell had happened to the drivers? Blue balls was the answer. That’s what had happened after four weeks with no racing: all those explosive male hormones were building and building, and your nudes had struck the match.

You had been messaging most of the guys over the mid-season break, exchanging scandalous messages and promises of what they could do the next time they were on the podium, but you had stopped short of meeting up with any of them - no matter how much they begged. Your pussy hated you for denying it the pleasure but the waiting only increased the anticipation and made the climax all the better. 

Plus the teasing was fun.

You slipped out of the grandstand and made your way to the motorhomes behind another fence for security. Ever since that first wild night you had received a Paddock Pass for every race and become a familiar face to the teams, though they never knew the extent of your ‘friendships’ with the drivers. 

“Max isn’t here,” Tommy said just as you reached the door to the luxurious motorhome. 

You winked at the Red Bull assistant and pressed a finger to your lips. “I’m just leaving him a commiseration gift. It’s a surprise, so no blabbering.”

The busy man left with a shake of his head and you closed the door behind you, sliding the bolt into place so no unexpected visitors could interrupt you. 

Max’s bed was made with the precision you would expect from someone trained in the military, not a racer, and there wasn’t a single crease in the duvet cover. 

“You’re such a perfectionist,” you muttered before jumping onto the bed and messing it up. His scent still clung to the pillow and you grabbed it as you rolled onto your knees, shoving it between your legs before hiking your dress up to your waist. 

You grabbed your phone and set it up against the headboard as you hit record. “I’m going to miss you tonight, Maxy.” You sucked on your fingers before trailing them down your body and pushing your panties aside. “It could’ve been you I was riding.” 

You moaned as you ground yourself shamelessly over your fingers and his pillow. Your head fell back and you grabbed your throat, gently squeezing it as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“Oh, Max,” you cried out, rolling your hips faster until the wet sounds of your pussy filled the air and were definitely picked up by the microphone. “You’re going to dream of me tonight when you lay your head on this pillow. It’s going to make you so hard, you’re going to fuck your hand and imagine it’s my cunt squeezing you tight until you explode.”

Your words ignited the orgasm that had been building and you cried out as you came all over his pillow. Your body shuddered from the aftershocks and you tasted the release on your fingers, knowing it would drive him wild when he saw it. “Sweet dreams, Maxy.”

You made it back to the grandstand in time to see the final lap and you were on your feet screaming with the rest of the crowd as Lewis crossed the finish line first, soon followed by Charles and Carlos. You were giddy at the thought of sharing the three of them later and joined the mass of people as they began to make their way down to the track that was opening to the public.

You were well versed at having to push your way through the crowd and you knew you had time to get to the front since the winners were still on the big screen having their post-race interviews. You were only half listening to them as you inched your way closer to the stage. 

“There was a very competitive atmosphere out there today, why do you think that was?”

Carlos and Charles looked at each other before looking down to hide the knowing grin they shared but it was Lewis that answered the interviewer.

“I mean first and foremost it is a race, so it will always be competitive. But, I think, for me at least, it’s been a long four weeks off the track and we were all eager to get back behind the wheel and more importantly back on the podium.” 

“Speaking of podiums, it looks like our time is up.” He shook hands with Lewis, then Charles and Carlos. “Congratulations once again. Well deserved.”

You reached the front barricade as the guys climbed the stairs to the stage up above and their eyes scanned the crowd knowing you were somewhere among the throngs. Carlos spotted you first and slapped Charles’ chest before pointing your way. You blew them a kiss and gave them a wink, their smiles growing as they stepped closer to the glass balustrade. You crossed your arms and to anyone else it would have been an innocent gesture but from their vantage point it pushed your breasts to the very edge of your low cut dress. 

Your phone vibrated in your purse and since you weren’t all that interested in the national anthems playing you pulled it out. Your scoff was swallowed by the sound of the crowd and you searched the shadows around the cordoned off areas to find Max staring back. Even with the distance you could see the harsh cut of his jaw as he clenched his teeth and his arms were crossed defensively over his chest. 

You didn’t even bother to address the message he had sent, instead you replied with the video you had taken in his bed. You watched with a keen interest as he reached into his jeans and pulled out his phone. 

Blue eyes turned to black as his pupils dilated and he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the dirty blond strands while he fisted his phone on the other. His thumbs flew across the keyboard as he typed his response before turning his back and leaving the celebration while you started at the reply.

You're going to pay for that.

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot At the body shop, doing something unholy

The heat on the dance floor was quickly soaring as hands roamed your body. Charles’ entire front was pressed against your back and controlled the sway of your hips to the music as his lips grazed your neck and he whispered filthy words for only you to hear. 

He wasn’t alone.

Lewis and Carlos’ bodies encircled you, obscuring your obscene display of affection from the dense crowd dancing to the music too. They were taking advantage of the disorienting strobe lights and the fact everyone else was in a drunken world of their own, it was daring even for them.

Charles pinned your hands behind your back, trapping them between your bodies, as Lewis stepped closer and used his thigh to push your legs apart. Cool air rushed in and kissed the heat of your pussy as your skirt rode up higher the more Lewis nudged your thighs apart.

“Hermosa,” Carlos groaned as he noticed the lack of lace panties beneath. “You forgot something when you were getting ready.”

You licked your lips and leaned back against Charles so your dress pulled up even higher and Lewis cursed lowly. 

“I didn’t forget anything.”

And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers

Your cry was swallowed by the chorus as they descended on you. 

Carlos’ fingers were at your entrance, gathering the evidence of your need and using it to glide over your clit while Lewis and Charles left burn marks on your neck from the short beards they sported. Their hands cupped and squeezed and probed until you were lost to the overwhelming sensations and ready to float away like the clouds of dry ice around the room. 

“Unless you’re planning to fuck me on the dance floor, we need to go.”

“The idea has crossed my mind,” Charles admitted between sucking at the sensitive skin below your ear. 

“Time to go,” Lewis ordered before you could reach for his belt buckle, the only one out of the three men capable of using his head to think with and not his dick.

Carlos pouted as he pulled your dress back into place but he knew it would be coming off in a matter of minutes when he got you upstairs. 

The music drifted away as the elevator doors closed in the lobby and Charles pushed you back into Lewis’ arms. “Don’t let her move,” he warned as he dropped to his knees.

Carlos’ hand slapped over your mouth in time to smother the moan that was ready to fill the small elevator when Charles’ tongue teased over your clit. You squirmed as you tried to roll your hips, silently begging for more, but Lewis curled a strong arm around your waist and pinned you to his body. 

The floor levels ticked by and the higher they rose the closer you got to heaven. 

Everywhere you looked you were blessed with the sight of the men around you and their infinite reflections in the mirrored walls. Even when your head fell back in ecstasy you swayed under the image on the ceiling, spying Charles’ eyes that rolled up to look at you coming undone over his tongue.

Ding!

Charles rose swiftly to his feet, pulling your dress back into place before the doors opened and a body filled the doorway. He already knew what had happened from the dazed look in your eyes and the way Lewis had to support your unsteady legs by holding you against him.

“What the fuck, Max?” Carlos asked as he stepped in front of you, Charles too busy wiping his lips to speak.

You wouldn’t say you were shocked to see him somehow get your room number from the receptionist - he was a world champion - no one would say no to him, even if it was a breach of privacy. You actually found his tenacity extremely hot, that and the way he stood blocking the exit with fire in his eyes. 

“Mate, move out of the way,” Lewis said as he shifted you into Charles’ arms, though your legs were no longer trembling.

Max ignored them all and held your stare. “What’s my number, babygirl?”

You shook your head to try and clear the haze that your orgasm and the champagne had brought upon you but it didn’t work and you asked him confused, “What?”

“What. Is. My. Race. Number?” he asked, taking a step closer with each enunciation.

“One?”

“Good girl, that’s correct.” Max smirked as he came to a stop in front of Lewis and looked at you over his shoulder. “I think that means I won.”

“That’s bullshit, you DNF’d get over it,” Charles stated, knowing well enough the pain of missing out on a night with you because he crashed out earlier in the season. 

“Wait,” you said, stepping between the four of them. “What if he’s right? What if the reigning champ can have me whenever they choose, off-track too?” You circled around the group seeing them contemplating it. “After today's race standings you all have a shot at winning the championship.”

“Hang on,” Max interrupted but you held up a finger to your lips to silence him.

“My body, my rules. So, what d’ya say boys?”

Lewis, Carlos and Charles looked at each other for a moment before Lewis’ lips parted in a grin. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Did you not see how fucking messy it was out there today?” Max asked, stunned by the turn of events.

“Fuck it, I’m in,” Carlos chuckled before looking at his team mate. 

“Max is right, it’s going to be an expensive season for repairs,” Charles said with a shake of his head before locking eyes with you and starting to smile, “but it’s not my money. I’m in.”

You walked out of the elevator, patting Max’s hard chest as you passed by. “This is what you wanted, big guy. Now, are you coming, or do you want to brood in the hallway all night?”

It was no surprise that he came, and came, and came again. 

All of the men were athletes and the stamina showed when they were ready to go round after round. You were an overstimulated mess when you collapsed on the sofa, a sheen of sweat coating your skin. You could barely think with your head on cloud nine and their cum leaking down your legs.

“Our little cum slut is cock drunk,” Max teased as he took a seat beside you and pulled your head onto his lap. “You have another round in you, don’t you, babygirl?”

The sofa shifted as Carlos sat down at the other end, his strong hands starting to massage your feet. “Let her rest for a minute.”

“Just because you have nothing left,” Max scoffed and turned your head to him. His thumb traced your swollen lips with a smirk before parting your mouth. “Some of us can go all night. Right, Hamilton?”

Lewis barely lifted his head up from where he lay sprawled across the carpet, his chest rising and falling fast as he caught his breath. He had absolutely ruined you with the fast pace he had set while he knelt behind you and fucked you until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Charles had been there to keep you up on your hands and knees with a fist full of your hair, right before he filled your mouth with his cock to silence the screams of pleasure.

All Lewis could do was raise his thumb in response as Charles returned to the living room with an armful of water bottles from the minibar. He tossed one to each of the guys before kneeling beside your head and cracking the lid of another and raising it to your lips. The cool liquid quickly soothed your dry throat and chased away some of the exhaustion that had settled into your relaxed muscles. 

“Better, hermosa?” Carlos asked as his massage crept higher up your legs.

“Mhmm,” you sighed contentedly, letting your knees part for him. The temperature in the room rose rapidly and even Lewis found the strength to rise from the ground to drink in the sight. You might as well have just hung an open for business sign out and you chuckled at the hungry looks they shared. “Much better.”

Click here for part three.

Tagging: @slytherheign @alwaysclassyeagle

[marypaol]

Fingers Through Your Hair

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader plays with Draco’s hair while he sleeps.

Warnings: Watching/touching/admiring someone while they sleep? Mention of suspense while reading a book, tenseness during slumber, mention of being trapped, think that’s it. :)

Sorry if it’s too short, I kinda rushed it. Hope you guys enjoy!

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The stack of pages was held in her hands, twinkling eyes scanning the pages as her mind took in the exciting story. Pale fingers was tracing mindless shapes on the skin of her arm, the pace changing every minute or so.

The climax was just on the verge of happening, eyeballs practically skipping over sentences as she died to know what happened next. The face to face encounter of the protagonist and the antagonist was too great, her brain wiring at the information being sprayed at her. Her stomach twisted, eyes danced, and she could feel sweat building on her head. Her eyes widened, the story revealing a secret that she couldn’t bear to face or figure out. Or, that’s what some people would think. She of course hadn’t had any trouble figuring the secrets of the book, digging through the clues that were dropped casually throughout the story and putting them together to make a puzzle picture that was just discovered to most readers. (But not to her of course. She already figured it all out.)

For the reason of her eyes widening was the fact that she got it correct, her assumptions and theories she gathered turned out to be right the whole time.

She found herself lost in the pages that the book had to offer, truly getting sucked in the imaginary world the author created for entertainment.

But wouldn’t it be lovely and truly divine, she thought, setting the book down once she finished it. If the world that was so imaginative and fictional was real?

She sighed at the thought, picturing herself trapped in a tower in a dark abandoned land, looking hopelessly out the window for her lover to arrive and successfully rescue her.

For she knew who would come and serve her right. He would be the only person who would, not that others wouldn’t try only to face him.

But platinum hair was best suited for her, for she wouldn’t have any other interests but he.

Thinking of him now, she just then discovered that his fingers halted their movements not too long before, and her mind couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose was.

She looked over at her love, only to find him in soft gentle slumber, eyelashes tangled together as his pillow lips parted for a quiet breath.

She smiled soft, hand reaching over to cover him more with the blanket he had himself wrapped in, only for it to previously roll down his shoulders.

She then laid down softly next to him, her elbow holding her up as she used the same arm to place it near his head, almost like she was protecting him.

The face of her love was closer to her, so she now noticed the soft crease in his eyebrows, along sided with the visible tenseness on his shoulders. She shook her head softly, for that simply couldn’t do, and so she pointed out her pinky finger and reached for his forehead. Her finger practically brushed his skin, in between his eyebrows, stroking the crease away as she watch a sense of peace come over him, his eyebrows raising in a calming manner.

She smiled then, knowing he was peaceful now because of her doing.

She then lent forward, lips puckering as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, fingers uncontrollably going to his hair strands. His hair was very soft, and how he kept it that she didn’t know, but that was his secret to keep because she simply liked wondering how he did it. Once her fingers reached a soft knot in his strands, most likely from his hands digging into his hair anxiously throughout the day, she was worried if she undid it with her fingers it would wake him up, so she carefully grabbed her wand, wood smooth beneath her finger tips.

She pointed the tip to his hair, whispering soft Charms as she watched the strands undo themselves. She smiled soft, putting her wand away as it was now long forgotten, her mind swarming with thoughts of her lover.

She sighed contently, fingers brushing through his hair slowly.

A intake of breath was heard, forcing her attention to his soft face. It scrunched up for a second, eyes fluttering as his silver eyes opened. He blinked a couple times, moonlight reflecting in his pupils making his orbs sparkle. He felt the touch in his hair, the extra blanket covering him, and his eyes met hers.

His lips curved into a soft smile, left hand reaching for her as it soon rested on her thigh, stroking the skin through the fabric.

“Hey, loves.” His voice was groggy and deep, but she liked it. She replied with a smile, fingers moving in his hair once again.

A sigh escaped his lips, head turning to rest near her chest, chasing for warmth. She kissed his forehead once again, mouth leaning towards his ear. The skin was warm on her lips as she whispered the truth. “I love you.”

She felt his lips stretch into a soft smile against her clothes, so she smiled too. His smile always made her smile, despite if she could see it or not.

“Oh but I love you most.” He mumbled into her shirt, voice muffled but she heard him all too well.

A flush came about her cheeks, traveling to her ears.

“Doubt it.” She replied, despite her red face.

Draco answered with a hum. Either he didn’t hear her, or did and chose to ignore it.

“You smell good loves; new shampoo perhaps?”

“Draco, I’ve been using this shampoo since First Year.”

Draco hummed again, snuggling his face into her neck. She heard him sniff as he smelled her hair again. “Mm? First Year? I should smell your hair more often loves.”

The girl rolled her eyes, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. She kissed it, keeping her mouth pressed there as her nose touched his warm skin.

“Ahh. This feels nice.” Draco murmured. She then felt him smirk into her neck. “What do you say we do this more often?”

[writingsofwesteros]

Daemon smut with his bastard daughter he fathered on the Street of Silk

Like, it‘s totally obvious she is his, looks just like him and he corrupts her into being his little plaything.

Bonus points for a ´daddy´ thrown in here or there

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Good girl, so good.” Daemon whispered as he pushed you further into the silk sheets. Your body bent over the bed. His hand roughly palmed at your arse, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his hard cock move in and out of your weeping pussy. “You were made for me.” The rogue Prince purred with a smirk dancing on his face.

“Fuck,” Daemon slowed down; he couldn’t have himself falling over the edge so soon. Your whines of neediness echoed around the room already. You whined as he began to slow his movements. His hand moved into your bright locks of hair that matched his own and pulled you up against his chest.

Your soft, ample breasts moved as he pulled you. His hips still jerked slightly as your weeping pussy fluttered around him. “Daddy….please…” You whimpered out breathesly; the pleasure too good for you to pretend otherwise. Fuck, that was too hot for him to deny and soon his thrusts quickened and became harder.

Your legs were shaking as his hand moved to your neck now; squeezing lightly as his moans filled the room. The slapping of your bodies echoed around the room too as your wetness completely soaked his twitching cock. Your eyes rolled back when his fat head pushed against your spongy spot.

“Yes…oh gods…” You were wiggling in his hold now as his thrusts only quickened. His hand was soon falling down on your soaked, sensitive pussy. He hit your clit again and again as the wet sounds echoed too. “Fucking cum for me, you little whore.” The rogue Prince ordered in your ear.

His free hand moved to your ample breast and began to palm you. “I can wait to watch others ruin you.” Daemon purred darkly. You did not know he was lying; he was far too possessive to allow anyone else to touch you but you believed him. The thought alone had you squirting around his cock.

“Good girl, my good girl.” Daemon purred. He pinched your clit; had it trapped between two knuckles as he fucked you through your climax. All you could do was thrash around as your eyes rolled once more. Your mind was softening as he watched you fall apart once more; your walls clamping down.

Your legs were shaking some more as a second climax was easily building inside you. “Fucking slut.” Daemon’s degrading words had you whimpering. Your pussy fluttered even more as you moved your hand to his hair. Your stomach was bulging with his hard cock as his stomach tightened.

“Fuck, that’s…” He never lasted long with you; not when you felt so good around him as well as the erotic notion of you being from him. His cum flooded you as he kept you against him; his cock stuffing you completely. Your breathing was heavy as his fingers continued to brush against your sensitive clit.

You clamped around his cock once more as he moaned into your ear; softly nibbling at your earlobe. Your mouth watering scent moved over as he began to pinch your clit again and again. “Please…” You hardly knew what you were begging for as his smirk only widened. The pleasure only rises inside you once more.

[badingsm]

Part VI — Lovemaking, Family, Romanoff

Pwede na yung same-sex marriage sa PH, sabi ko.

Warnings: Mentions of childhood trauma, abandonment, some kink (?), BADLY written smut, cursing, INACCURATE translations! Plus, forgive me with the first few scenes, I don't normally write those so...

"Y/n..." Natasha chomped her bottom lip, trying to draw out some air with each hard breath she took. "Please, baby, I need to-"

"Hold it," You commanded sternly, whimpering as you took Natasha's enormous length, which was huge for your tight little core. "You don't get to come until you make me squirt, are we clear?"

"Hmffghn." A single tear streamed down her left cheek while she fought her hardest not to let herself go inside you, as you had ordered.

Her length was repeatedly pumped into you, and you quickened your pace when you felt something weird yet familiar building up in the pit of your stomach, and you kept repeating your motions with treble efforts until you felt something explode from you.

"Can I... can I cum now? Please, baby?" Natasha exhaled sharply.

"Beg."

"I want to give you my children, breed you over and over again, and make love with you until you pass out—please, please—Oh, fuck! Detka, please-"

"Cum," You finally ordered, your sensitive core moving once again, making you groan with pleasure and ecstasy. Natasha then quickened her rhythm, seeking her own climax, when suddenly, just as she was about to cum, she was startled awake by a pillow striking her in the head, forcing her to wake up with a hazy mind.

"Wet fantasy, Romanoff?" You grinned, leaning seductively against the pillow in your head. You decided to taunt her and mimic her words in her sleep earlier when you noticed her heated state, "Please, please, please.."

"Fuck off!" Natasha glared. She cannot, for the life of her, look you in the eyes right now because she is embarrassed and ashamed of herself.

"I mean, it's hot, but-" Before you could continue your thought, you heard a knock on the door, followed by your Lola's and Mama's voices.

You jumped up and kicked all the sheets and pillows beneath the queen-sized bed before settling up next to Natasha. You attempted the cuddling position, with Natasha being the bigger spoon from behind, but then you felt something poke your ass, causing you to move away.

"What the fuck is that?!" You exclaimed, wide-eyed at her.

"It's morning!" Natasha explained sheepishly, grabbing a cushion to place between your lower bodies before snuggling you again. When you heard another knock from outside, you grabbed the nearest book and opened it, pretending to read as you let them in.

"Well, well, well." Your Lola smirked. "Did we disturb something?"

"Haha, like what?" You questioned nervously.

"I mean, come on, your cheeks are both flushed. The book that you're reading is upside down. Both of your bottom bodies are covered… So what? How many Apo can you give me before I die, huh? I want a dozen, please. It's your gift for me on my birthday, yeah?"

You flushed violently at Lola's remark, hurling the book back into the corner before clearing your throat as if you weren't embarrassed at the moment. "Morning, Lola and Mama, what are you doing here so, um, haha, early?"

Lola stepped forward, "Well, I want to request something from the both of you."

"Well, anything, please." You urged her to go on.

"I want you to get married tomorrow—on my birthday! Isn't that great?!"

Natasha became anxious since you haven't spoken about the wedding yet, saying, "But we don't have a venue yet! We haven't prepared anything properly. Plus, we don't want to ruin your moment!"

"It's fine, we've set that up already in the barn where we, the Y/l/n family, all got married! It's like a tradition now." Lola cleared up, "And I've already had 89 birthday parties; I don't need another one!"

What do we do? You and Natasha exchanged glances quietly because you both got caught off guard.

"I'll treat your silence as a yes! Anyways, we already booked the wedding planners, and they would organize everything so you don't have to worry about anything anymore. In the meantime, we have to borrow Natasha for her fitting, yeah?"

Silence is never an indication of yes. Because silence means contemplating between yes and no, and it will never be a yes as long as there is a potential for no.

God.

"I… can we have breakfast first?" You cringed, looking for an excuse to speak with Natasha alone.

"Oh, yeah! We brought some palabok and pandesal."

"I made the pandesal." Your father barged in, "I wanna say sorry, Y/n. It's a foul move on my side."

"Thank you, Pa." You smiled, relieved that you wouldn't have to argue with him for the rest of the day. "So... may we eat?"

"Yes." They all responded, smiling as they walked away, leaving your Lola to smirk playfully one more time, making you giggle cheekily till they shut the door.

"What the fuck just happened?" You stated, scratching your tired face as your mind raced, but it all faded as Natasha's warm hands massaged your shoulders, relaxing you with her warm breaths against your ear in her serene presence.

"It's okay," She repeated like a mantra to soothe your panic, even if she needed some comfort herself. "We'll get married and divorce quickly as soon as I get done with my visa issues."

"Yeah," You agreed, then looked her in the eyes.

You become lost in her labyrinth of green orbs as you browse over her facial features with just enough precision to make them flawless in your eyes. The way they flicker and flash against the sunshine streaming through your room's windows and the way they transmit some unknown message to you as if trying to tell you something vital had you staring, and honestly, you could look at them for an eternity.

"But for now, let's eat," Natasha stated, pulling you out of your reverie and offering you the dishes that your family had prepared. "I wouldn't want my fiancé to find another woman just because I didn't feed her, right?"

You chuckled unsurely at that.

-

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Natasha cursed repeatedly underneath her breath as she escaped the house. She wandered around, trying to breathe in some fresh air to clear her mind. "It's not real. I'm not—love is for children, Natasha, stop this-"

She's denying it.

She doesn't want to get hurt.

She was protecting herself.

Except that she's not.

In fact, she's putting herself more on the verge of pain since she's not acknowledging her feelings, and that can cause a lot of damage for her.

"Please stop this-" Natasha came to a halt in the middle of the road when she noticed Lola in the center of the roadway. She had one hand on a megaphone and was grinning from ear to ear.

"Makinig kayong lahat!" (Everybody, listen!) Lola declared over the speaker. "Ipinatawag ko kayong lahat rito upang imbitahan kayo sa kasal ng aking pinakamamahal na Apo!" (I've called for your attention today because I want to invite you all to my beloved granddaughter's wedding!)

Natasha couldn't understand anything, but she obtained the answer to her questions when everyone around them clapped, especially when she made eye contact with your grandma.

She realized she was in a fucked-up position.

"Natasha, come here, please!"

She complied. "Yeah?"

"This beautiful lady right here is my Apo's manok! Everyone, meet Natasha Ganda!"

Everyone seems to adore her as they chant her name, oblivious to the fact that the people of NYC despise her guts and probably want her dead every time they see her in the office acting bossy and shit.

"Mabuhay si Natasha!" (Long live Natasha!)

"Mabuhay!" (Long live!)

"Luh patay na nga e." (Eh, she's dead already, right?) The author laughed as she ate a burger inside her hospital room since she is stubborn and refuses to take her meds.

Your author flu away!

-

"Oh," Your mother asserted as Natasha exited the dressing room. "You look so... perfect."

The redhead stood there, dressed in a modest yet magnificent white bridal gown passed down from generation to generation.

"I might need to loosen up some parts," Lola replied, looking at the bottom of the garment as Natasha blushed and covered her bump with her hands.

"No need to be shy around us, Apo," Lola smirked before delicately removing the necklace Natasha had never seen her without.

Your mother cried when Lola placed the necklace that meant so much to her around Natasha's neck, perfectly fitting it there.

"Take this." Lola smiled. "Take care of it like you're going to take care of my only Apo."

"I can't—no, please, Lola.." Nat shook her head, a lump growing in her throat as she felt guilty for all of this act. She realized how wonderful you and your family are, and yet here she is, ruining everything by lying to those people who accepted her despite her flaws.

She never had this.

Her mother had abandoned her at an early age, and her father was unknown to everybody. That's why she was forced to be alone. Then, at the age of 11, she was adopted, and this was a critical moment for her since her adoptive father (Dreykov) was cruel to her. It was at that point that she realized how to be strong and remembered her previous mother's words to her: Pain only makes us stronger.

That enabled her to cope.

Despite the odds and circumstances she had to face, she has made it to this day.

So having someone care for her, love her, give her pleasant things, or say something lovely about her was tremendously overwhelming.

"Take it, please," Lola pleaded.

"I can't," Natasha answered, biting her lip and fighting back tears. "I can't do that. It's yours, and I can't take it-"

"Yes, you can. It's a gift from me, dear."

"You're a family now," Your mother butted in, wiping her teary cheeks. "Plus! It's bad to refuse blessings, you know?"

"I do know that, yes." Nat sniffed quietly, nodding against her will. "Please know that I'm beyond grateful... You don't know how much."

"You're very welcome, dear."

-

"Hey! Where have you been? I bought you some street foods for you, and they're on the table-"

"I forgot, okay?" Natasha yelled randomly as she barged inside your shared room. You were playing your PS5 on the couch in front of your bed. "I forgot!"

"You forgot what?!" You asked, extremely confused.

"How it feels to—to love and be loved at the same time! God, this is pathetic, but it's scary as fuck!"

You stood on the couch when you heard someone sniffing behind you.

Natasha stood there, her eyes bloodshot and her lips quivering as she clutched herself tightly, as if to protect her small frame. Her stance was rigid, and her jaw was so tightly clamped that you were frightened it might shatter soon—she was shaking, and you didn't hesitate to grasp her in your warm arms.

She was apprehensive at first (locked in her place), but she felt powerless with no one to lean on, so she eventually caved.

"It's okay," You whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. "It might feel overwhelming right now, but you have to know that you deserve to feel all of this. To have a family beside you—ready to fight with you and all. Nat, we're here."

"I feel so horrible for lying," She murmured, pawing your shirt. "They were so kind and gentle and beautiful—I don't deserve that."

"Shh, you do, Nat, you do." You reassured, "It's okay. Let it out."

"Thank you," Natasha mumbled against your shoulder after breaking down for a good while.

"You're always welcome."

Perhaps it's the warmth that you provided or the thought that she has a family now that made her cower away, but nonetheless, after her crying and embarrassing (for her) session with you, she ate and waited until it was bedtime.

After she made sure that everyone was deeply asleep..

She left.

She left for good.

For your good.

As well as your family's.

Because if you love someone, you need to set them free.

[trash-magics-blog]

"You need a man... Not a boy" pt.2

Captain John Price x reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your current bf is being a little bitch so John decides to put him in his place... And treat you right while he is at it..

(since this is part 2 the boyfriend won't be mentioned)

Recap: You and John had just gotten out of the bar and into his truck and now you guys were making out and things were getting pretty... Crazy

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+ Last paragraph of pt. 1

"Come here love, please...?" He asked, his voice sounded soft and he reached his hand out, to pull you into his lap. As you went over and sat in his lap you guys looked at eachother then you decided to do it, you grabbed his face and kissed him, he kissed back and pulled your hips to him. He slipped his tongue through your lips and the taste and burn of scotch hit your tongue and it sent a shiver down your spine...

You knew what you wanted and so did he, you had a feeling you'd walk away from this situation satisfied. As you guys continued to makeout and move almost in sync with eachother, John decided to get a little bold and snake his hands up your dress and feel at your upper thighs. You weren't expecting him to hook his finger over your panties and cause them to snap back and smack at your hip, causing you to jump slightly, he chuckled a bit and pushed them to the side, gently massaging your cunt.

"Already so fucking wet for me darling..." John said, his voice was husky and rough, it was one of the many things you liked about John. You moaned into the kiss for a response and rutted your hips into him and he took that as a sign to finally put one finger in, causing you to grip onto his shoulders. You liked the feeling but one just wasn't enough, you needed two "John please... another one" you whined, your mind was cloudy with pleasure and from drinking a little too much and it showed with the way you spoke but john happily obliged.

He gave you a sweet kiss on the neck and put another finger in, slowly rolling them in and out of your tight cunt, the feeling was so addicting, you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan or two, but John wanted to hear you come fully undone so he quickened his pace. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you filled the truck and John had started to also leaving hickies scattered across your neck that were for sure gonna be there for awhile. You laid back on the steering wheel and just let go, you were a moaning and whining mess on top of John, gripping his shoulder and tightening your legs around his, you could feel that knot on your stomach building up.

John could feel it too and all he cared about was seeing you get to your climax. "Such a good girl for me... God your so beautiful like this" John said between kisses, he adored you and he was gonna show it. The praise though, made your cunt tighten around his finger and every little sensation was heightened, you were so close now all you needed was John to give you the go. "John... I-Im gonna cum please, don't stop!" He smiled again and whispered in your ear "go right ahead love, cum all over my fingers, please...". He practically begged you to cum and with that, you came and it coated his fingers and got a bit on his pants, the sight making John blush slightly.

You relaxed and laid against johns chest, he was holding you securely and telling you what a good job you did, it made you feel good, how he was so nice and how he cared about you so much. You were gonna marry him, no doubt about it but you kept that thought to yourself...for now. As things got calmed down, John looked at you and said, jokingly "So... Are you seeing anyone?" To which you replied "hmm, I think so" making you and him both chuckle a bit. You guys continued to date for a good while before one day, he took you back to the same bar and after you guys were done having your fun, he stopped and kneeled Infront of you and asked that one question you had always wanted to hear "Y/N, will you mar-". You cut him off by how excited you were and hugged him tightly and said yes, a couple times over, he loved seeing you so excited and you loved him entirely.

*The end*

A/N: I got really excited to finish this so I just went ahead and did it, I hope you like it!! And next will most likely be a Rudy x reader, I need to get a actual schedule for my writings and stuff💀

[doumadono]

Hard-earned - Douma x Reader

Warnings: pure smut w/o plot, dirty talking, modern AU

Synopsis: you and Douma are enjoying a pleasant time in the shower

MASTERLIST

Your mind was clouded with desire, and you felt an intense need for pleasure. Your body quivered with anticipation, urging you to break the rules you had set for yourself. The sensation of Douma eating your ass had stirred up a hunger within you, and you found yourself craving his cock inside you even more. The thought of him pounding your ass made your pussy clench with desire, and you couldn't help but bite your lip in response.

Douma loomed over you, his muscles glistening with water, and his erect member aimed right at you. His eyes, with their rainbow-like hues, burned into your soul as he stared down at you. “Why do you doll yourself up when you know you're going to be violated?” He mocked, running his hand through his damp hair.

"Oh, fuck!" you gasped.

He had traced his finger along your sensitive folds, not quite penetrating nor touching your clit. Despite the light touch, it was enough to short-circuit your brain at this point.

"Fuck, Douma," you gasped, gazing up at him, "Please. Please, don't tease me."

He grinned, then raised an eyebrow.

As he touched your lips with a single finger, you let out a gasp. He pressed down gently, parting your lips and slipping the digit inside, teasing the sensitive walls within.

"Wouldn't you like me to warm you up first? The shower might not be enough to ensure everything is properly slippery,” Douma teased again, grinning widely.

You nibbled on your lip while Douma teased your craving pussy with his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter in pleasure. His words were a blur in your mind as you were consumed by the intense arousal. With your mind clouded by pleasure, you turned over to present your ass to him, crossing your arms before your head and resting on the rim of the tub. "Fuck me," you begged, "Fuck me, Douma. Please. Fuck me hard."

To you, the moment between the words leaving your mouth and Douma's hands grabbing your ass felt like an eternity. You moaned when the tip of his hard cock brushed against your slippery lips.

You imagined the mischievous grin on Douma's face just before your mind went blank from the sensation of his sizable manhood stretching and filling you entirely, balls slapping against your clit. “How does it feel to be my property? Tell me you love it, Y/N.”

"Oh, fuck! Yes! I love it, Douma!" You gasped, your entire body quivering at the near-overwhelming sensation of Douma filling your so completely, "Yes, fuck! Fuck me, Douma!"

You whimpered as he withdrew the full length of his dick, leaving only the tip inside your wet cunt, then growled as he thrust it back inside you, though not as hard or as deep as before.

After a few hesitant thrusts, Douma finally found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through your body. Each thrust stretched you further and made your mind foggy with desire. As he picked up the pace, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoed in the room. Every drop of water that hit your skin felt like it was sizzling with heat, adding to the intensity of the moment. “Let me fuck you like the whore we both know you are,” Douma whispered, running his fingertips up and down the curve of your spine.

"Fuck," you hissed, another orgasm building inside your already. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me harder. So…"

Fortunately, Douma's firm grip on your hips kept you standing. He continued to push his massive, hard member inside you as your pussy clenched around him, each thrust extending your climax. Your heart raced, thudding against your chest, and your vision blurred with colors as you squeezed your eyes shut.

As your orgasm ripped through you, your final word transformed into a raspy, animalistic moan. Your legs quivered, your heart racing, nearly causing you to collapse to the ground.

Smack. Smack.

As the sudden sting hit your ass, you gasped, feeling the sensation twist the flavor of your orgasm and making it even more intoxicating.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes!”

As Douma thrust his hips against yours, your legs trembled with each movement. He emphasized every few strokes with a resounding smack, alternating your cheeks.

You were almost drooling from Douma's attention to your body, feeling certain that your arousal had left you soaking wet. The sensation of having your ass smacked alone was enough to turn you on, but the fact that Douma was doing it without being asked, purely because he wanted to and could, made it even hotter.

You cursed inwardly, thinking, If he keeps this up, I'm going to end up as a mindless sex toy. But at the moment, that didn't seem like such a bad fate, as long as you got to drift off in his embrace afterwards.

You became completely disoriented as Douma kept on fucking you. The intense pleasure consumed your whole being, focusing entirely on your hips where Douma gripped and spanked your buttocks, while his cock moved in and out of you like a well-oiled machine.

Did I cum again? Did I ever stop coming in the first place? You had no clue, and you didn't care. 

As Douma continued to thrust his cock in and out of your tight, needy hole, pounding the back of your pussy in just the right way to make stars burst to life before your eyes with every thrust, you started to slip.

As you tried to maintain your position, a whimper escaped your lips. However, with the water, steam, and the sensation of Douma's cock inside you, it became impossible to concentrate on anything else. Your arms slipped from their perch on the rim of the tub, unable to hold on any longer. "Oh, fuck!" You let out a deep, throaty moan as you slid out of your position and pressed your back against Douma. 

He buried his cock completely inside you and pressed his hips against your ass. The sensation was so intense that you couldn't help but moan. "Y/N?" Douma asked, "You alright?"

"Just…" You swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing to speak, "Just keep fucking me. I want to feel you explode inside of me, baby."

Douma paused for a moment, but soon resumed moving his hips. As he thrusted, you let out a moan of pleasure, but he struggled to find the same rhythm as before -the angle wasn't quite right to penetrate your thigh cunt properly.

When he withdrew, you let out a sad whimper.

"I'll be right back," he uttered, "I have an idea."

You gasped when Douma smacked your ass.

As the minutes passed without Douma touching you, you got impatient. You pushed yourself up to peer out of the shower and blinked when you saw Douma kneeling next to it. He had spread out towels on top of each other and placed them on both floor mats. You couldn't help but notice that he looked a bit drier than he should have been.

Douma caught your gaze and grinned, holding out a hand to you.

You allowed Douma to assist you in getting out of the shower and onto the towels, which were damp but fluffy and warm. Looking up at Douma, you were a bit perplexed, not wanting to end the moment just because you couldn't support yourself any longer. Suddenly, your eyes widened as Douma positioned himself over you and you gasped as his cockhead pressed against your dripping lips.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, shivering with anticipation, "Yes. Fuck, yes!"

As Douma knelt over you, with his elbows on either side of your head, you let out a moan as he started to move his hips, his hard cock sliding between your lips and into your needy hole, stretching you out with every in. “You're going to be my fuckdoll, an inanimate avaricious hole for me to cram with my cock, my sweet, little lotus.”

You wrapped your arms and legs around Douma almost without thinking about it, pulling him closer, wanting him - needing him - completely inside you, making you feel so wonderfully full.

As you used your heels to push his hips deeper, a grin spread across his face. He gently brushed away the damp strands of hair that clung to your face before leaning in to give you a passionate kiss as he filled you up entirely.

You let out a gasp as Douma's lips met yours. Seizing the moment, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and sucked on your bottom lip. All the while, he remained completely inside you, his balls resting against your buttocks. The sensation was intense and electric, sending shivers down your spine. "Fuck me," you begged against his lips between kisses, "Fuck me, please. I need your cum inside me."

As Douma grinned against your lips, you gasped at the sensation of his hips moving and his cock withdrawing. With only the tip remaining between your lips, he then slammed his hips back against yours.

As you gazed up at the ceiling, a moan escaped your lips, and your body arched with pleasure. It was a position that would have been impossible with anyone else; it allowed Douma to penetrate you deeply and hit all the right spots. He continued to pound into you, increasing in speed and intensity until your mind could only focus on the pleasure he brought you. The feeling was overwhelming, and you nearly forgot to breathe several times.

You were completely consumed by the connection between you and Douma, and you could hardly tell when his thrusts grew more frantic. Your body responded in anticipation, and a growl escaped your throat as your pussy tightened around him.

“Yes. Fuck, please. Fucking cum inside me. I need your cum. Cum, Douma. Fucking cum inside me, please.” You weren't sure if the words had just echoed in your mind or if you had actually screamed them loud enough for his followers to hear over the sound of the shower. 

Then Douma seated himself fully inside you, and it happened.

As Douma's member stretched you, you could feel every pulse as he climaxed hard. With each eruption of his warm seed filling your pussy, waves of pleasure and comfort washed over you. As he continued to pulse inside you, you found yourself reaching another orgasm, your walls clenching and spasming around his shaft, milking him of his hot cum.

“My cum. Mine. I fucking earned it,” you whimpered, your face flushed as you gazed up at his rainbow eyes. “I love you, Douma.”

[jina1028]

Needy

Mingi x fem!reader

Categories: smut, penetrative sex, thigh riding, blowjob, fingering, creampie, cumplay, very light dirty talk, pleasure dom Mingi

A.N. whew I'm kinda proud of this, it had some effect on me while writing, hope you enjoy as much while reading ;)

~♡~

You had been teasing your boyfriend Mingi all night while out drinking with friends. A soft kiss on the neck while approaching him sitting at the table, a swift hand squeezing his thigh while no one was watching, a whisper in his ear telling him how much you were horny. You occasionally bent over the table with the excuse to reach for the bottle of soju showing a bit too much cleavage for his likings, in an attempt to make him jealous. You loved when Mingi got jealous, clenching his jaw and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, that meant you had a long night ahead of you once you got home.

And that's exactly what happened. You were currently in your bra and soaked panties riding Mingi's clothed thigh, his hands gripping your hips to set the pace himself. He set a slow pace just to pay you back for all the teasing. "You're so horny all the time and can't even behave in public, so needy..." he growled looking at your flushed face with dark, half lidded eyes, smirking evilly and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. All you could do was whimper and whine while he bounced his leg a couple times, fighting to keep your glossy eyes open to look at him.

You tried to pick up the pace without him noticing, the pleasure not enough to let you reach your high. Your plan failed when Mingi stilled your movements pressing your hips down harder. He could feel your wetness and heat seeping through both your light blue lace panties and his jeans and hissed at the sensation.

But he had to keep his composure, you needed a lesson about being too needy in public. "Ah-ah, don't try that, baby. You will let me lead or you won't get what you need the most" he warned you, earning a frustrated wail from you.

Mingi chuckled at your reaction and added "If you're good I'll reward you, tell me what you want, princess".

That promise fueled your excitement and your face lit up "I need you to fill me up with your cum" you pleaded locking eyes with him. Mingi hummed acting like he was pondering your request "If you're able to come on my thigh I'll fill you up to the brim, but be patient and let me play a bit".

You nodded, satisfied with his response, so you let him guide your hips on his thigh once again. He reached your chest with his face and started placing wet kisses on your breasts and slightly biting through your lace bra searching for your nipples. Every time he grazed his teeth on your buds you jolted, making his jeans more and more uncomfortable on his stiffening length. You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders while he kept roaming his mouth up and down your neck and chest, leaving little marks here and there, while your climax was building up at a torturous pace. Suddenly Mingi started bouncing his leg rhythmically, making you moan every time your clit hit and rubbed on his thigh. Finally his pace picked up and your orgasm approached quicker than expected. "Come for me, baby, come on, be good to me" and with a last bounce you reached your high with a loud moan, Mingi rubbing your clit on his leg to help you ride it out.

As soon as you caught your breath, Mingi shifted, making you move from your straddling position on his thigh "Get up, let me undress", and you did as he said, watching him unbotton his shirt and jeans and sliding out of them. You rubbed your thighs together when your eyes landed on his stiff member bouncing up, a pearl of precum sliding down from the tip. It made your mouth water.

You got on your knees, begging him to let you take him in your mouth. "Just for a minute, or I won't be able to fill your pussy if you make me cum in your throat" the thought of Mingi coming in your throat made your walls clench around nothing, it was so tempting, but what you really wanted tonight was having your pussy painted white by his thick, hot cum.

So you nodded and he approached you with his cock in his hand, guiding it to your mouth "Open up" and you did just that, pressing your tongue on the veins of the underside and closing your lips around the head, hollowing your cheeks and tasting his precum. Mingi grunted, trying to hold back but eventually starting to shallowly thrust his hips, careful to not make you gag, caressing your cheek and watching the way you took him so well, your pretty lips stretched and wrapped so nicely around him.

After a few minutes Mingi had to stop though "Princess, if we keep it up I'll come in your mouth, but this will be for next time, right?", he reluctantly stepped back from the heat of your mouth, a trail of saliva breaking in the process, and sat against the headboard of your bed, gesturing for you to join him.

You obeyed and straddled his hips after discarding your drenched panties, rubbing your soaked folds on his cock, gaining a little choked moan from him. He once again grabbed your hips to still you, making you hover above his length and after rubbing it a few times through your folds he finally made you sink on it inch by inch, the stretch so good it made you clench on him.

You slowly started rocking your hips, his hands holding and spreading your buttcheeks, massaging them, encouraging you to keep moving. After all the riding of the night your thighs started burning and your pace faltered "Is my baby too tired to make me fill her up?" a condescending tone in Mingi's voice, "Do I really have to help you?". You sobbed and begged him to take control and fuck you hard.

Mingi flipped you making you lay on your stomach with your ass up, positioning himself on top of you and pushing his cock between your wet folds, letting out a low growl. You felt so full in this position, and the new angle made you see sparkles when he brushed your sweet spot thrusting over and over again.

Your moans and grunts mingled together in a lewd song until a slight shift of his hips hit your sweet spot fully, making you arch your back even more. In his euphoria, Mingi reached under you with his hand to massage tour clit in circles, making you clench and release and feel out of breath.

Your high pitched moans were music to his ears, the feeling and sound of your sopping pussy welcoming his cock so well and clenching rhythmically, and the thought of him making you feel this good made him finally stumble on the edge and he came hard inside of you, the pulsing of his cock and the feeling of his seed splurting inside of you in white, thick ropes made you lose control and clench hard on him.

Loud moans and short breaths filled the room the next minute while you both came down from your orgasms, his softening cock finally slipping out of you, his cum starting to slowly drip on the sheets and down your thighs.

The sight so erotic to Mingi he couldn't help to reach out to collect the drops with two fingers and push them back in your pussy, making you moan at the feeling of being so full. He fingered you like that for a while, every time a drop of cum slipped out he pushed it back inside.

"Mingi, please, it's too much..." you complainded. "Mh? I thought you wanted to be filled up with my cum, I'm just making sure it stays like that... Do I have to stop?"

You thought for a few seconds, his fingers still inside of you preventing his cum to slip out. "No, keep going..."

[purplifield]

WHERE IS THE TED AND SCHLATT KINKTOBER FIC...my best friend and i have been waiting we were literally counting down to it 😭😭

🪻👻| Show em off

Kinktober

KW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, oral

When you thought of a great idea to move in with two other people, you were ecstatic! I mean split the bills into three and you can afford your monthly nail salon session. Life was going great and the two roommates were… guys. Best friends; guys. They were fun to hang around and especially with Schlatt, no boundaries were set between your vulgar conversations.

So no shit you ended up lowering your body on his dick, whimpering at the girth. Schlatt loved ass so you were facing away, using his knees as leverage. He laughed how much you were struggling, planting a slap on your rear.

“Joked you can take three guys at once, am I size of four or sumn?” He chuckled. He hissed and bottomed out for a second as you finally fully sucked in his cock, whining. It was a dick you needed a bit time for. His hands found their way on your cheeks, fondling with the soft flesh.

You slowly started to move, his head and veins felt intense. You were out of it, before you knew it, Schlatt laughed a bit again. You looked back and noticed that he was not looking at you, instead just forward; so curiously you looked at where he did.

Ted stood with the grocery bags in hand, eyebrows raised as he took in the sigh you tried to hide so desperately. But Schlatt was sick and smart: he purposely got all blankets and pillows away, now held your hips to stay in place.

“C’mon hun, don’t hide” he reassured, lifting his hips to hit a new deep and make you moan sharply “I mean look at him, he’s hard from watching you split on me” he drew some lines on your back “pathetic, no?”

Ted walked into the kitchen for a minute, and you had the courage to start moving again, your cunt spazming around his dick, letting out soft whines, eyes closed.

Until, you felt something near your mouth. Your eyes shot open and looked up. Ted, with glimmering soft eyes, held his tip against your lips and breathed out “can you?”

You confirmed by kissing his tip and around softly, before licking and finally wrapping your lips around his head.

Sensation was unreal. If you ran from Schlatt’s dick, you got deepthroated, if you ran from Ted, you felt sharp pain on your ass. Do you complied, letting them use you. For a while.

As you felt the climax building, you moaned more, sending vibrations through to Ted, his hand on your head. Schlatt kept his pace and soon, saw a white cumring forming at the base of his cock. Your eyes rolled back, you saw stars and felt how warm liquid filled your mouth, some dripping at corner of your lips. Right as you were to say too much, you felt emptiness in your cunt. You looked back to see Schlatt jerk himself a bit before ropes of white substance were on your ass, dripping down onto his abdomen.

You definitely will live with them for a long while.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

hi hi hello HEAR ME OUT

FILTHY smut with either 12 or 07 leo

whatever you can come up with, let your creative mind go bonkers lol 💙

Still Angry? (18+)

2007!Leonardo x reader

A/N: I decided to do 2007 Leo, because I feel like it has been a long time ago. It is not super filthy, but it is a little dirty😉💙

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Orale - female receiving, implied sex.

You wanted to slap him. Slap him so hard that he would feel all the shock and pain you had been feeling for the last two years. All the pain he had caused you, because he decided to spend an extra year in South America, because he felt like his training as a leader wasn’t over. You were sad. Furious. Frustrated would have been an understatement. You felt betrayed by your boyfriend. And when you sent him another letter, asking him what that meant for the two of you, you got no answer. For a whole year, you waited around, unsure of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, or if he even was still your boyfriend. So when Leonardo one day came through your window, that you still kept unlocked out of habit, you saw red. You had never been so mad at him before, and never had he felt so ashamed. But he came to your apartment with a goal in mind -  to make it up to you.

How you ended up on the couch, with your lower half naked, your legs spread open and wide with Leo’s face buried between your thighs, was still a mystery to you. But even with Leo’s skilled tongue working in and out of your entrance, you felt anger towards him, along with the urge to hit him. But every pleasure wave he brought you, his tongue pressing against that sweet spot deep within you, you found yourself moaning, your hands holding onto Leo’s head instead of striking him, pressing him closer against your core.

One of Leo’s hands let go of your spread out thighs, placing his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles over your bundles of nerves. You threw your head back, letting out a loud needy moan, your legs shaking as you placed your bare heels against the couch pillow, pushing your core closer against Leo’s face. Leo let out a low groan, just enough to drown out his churring. A churring that had been going, ever since he pulled you in for a kiss, intending to show you how much he had kissed you.

“Leo…”, you moaned, unsure of what you were trying to say. You wanted to speak, be mad at him, telling him that he couldn’t eat you out and expect you to be okay with his return, after two years abesens. But here you were, a moaning mess, finding yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, wanting nothing more than to cum with Leo’s tongue deep inside of you.

Leo breathed out a chuckle against you, genuine happiness in his eyes as he looked up at you, your red face and hooded eyes staring back at him, silently begging for more. And more he gave you. His thumb coming faster on your clit, using his elbow to force your leg open when you instinctively tried to close it. An old habit of yours. An old habit that Leo had found himself dreaming and fantasizing about in the jungle, waiting for the day he could allow himself to see it play out once again. His tongue moved faster inside of you, his other hand pushing your leg further away from his face.

You let a loud lewd moan, arching your back against the back of the couch, your hips moving against Leo’s face, forgetting all about any thought of hitting him, your anger melting away for the moment of building pleasure and ecstasy. You felt the pressure inside of you growing stronger and stronger, making it impossible for you to sit still, moaning and moving under Leo’s grip - a sight and sound that Leo had missed during his two years in the jungle. Even with his own need growing in his cloaca, his member threatening to drop at any moment, he could not stop his work on you, not allowing himself to feel any sexual pleasure before he had made you cum.

“Fuck! Leo!”, you let out, your moans on the edge of turning into screams of pleasure, before you came hard, your body tensing up as your orgasm washed over you, blurring your vision with pleasure. Leo did not stop his actions against your core, continuing his motions, drawing out your orgasm and eating up every single drop your tight walls provided him.

Once you calmed down from your high, Leo removed his lips from your now sensitive folds, placing small kisses along your thighs, showering you with love until you calmed down. But before you could calm down, you quickly wrapped your hands around the sides of Leo’s face, pulling him to your lip in a hungry kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Are you still mad?”, Leo asked as the two of you pulled from the kiss, trying to catch your breath.

“Of course I’m still mad!”, you answered, glaring at him as if it had been obvious. But even you couldn’t hide a smile with your next two sentences. “You can’t just eat me out and expect me not to be angry anymore! Now, get your dick out and fuck me probably!”

Leo could not stop himself from laughing at your words, finding himself relieved at your words. Sure, you might still be mad, but you were still in a mood to make jokes. That was a good sign.

“Anything for you, ma’am”, Leo smiled, before diving back in for another heated kiss. Anything to make up for his long absence.

[dollwrites]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!consort!reader, oral sex ( f ), overstimulation, squirting, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ scream by adelitas way

there was so much pressure.

an elastic stretched too far, and ready to snap.

a bubble blown too wide, about to pop.

you felt like you were going to explode.

and still, he wasn’t stopping.

and you knew, deep down, you didn’t want him to, but you didn’t know how much more your body could take before it gave out all together.

“K—Kyojuro—!” you cry, clamping your thighs tighter against his ears. it didn’t seem to matter how hard you squeezed, he wasn’t going to move, and you had nowhere to go. your legs were made of jelly, so climbing off of him would’ve been impossible. “I don’t know if I can cum again…” but his tongue was merciless in it’s lapping at your sensitive core, and no matter how you tried to shift, you were destined to rub yourself into his face. pressing your palms against his shoulders, you try to ease up, hover above him. “Too… too much…”

“Already?” Rengoku smiles wide against the slickness of your skin, breathing against it in hot, quick puffs.

you nod, pushing your lower lip out in a childish pout and batting your lashes.

“Even the puppy dog eyes, eh? Poor thing, you must be really sensitive.” before he grips both of your thighs, pulling you back down flush against his face. the abruptness and strength behind his movements clued you in — he wasn’t about to let you give up. the sharp dip of his nose bridge grinds into your throbbing clit. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, but your soft pussy just tastes so much sweeter when it’s swollen and tender. So let’s not hold back, hm? Let me see you scream for me once more.” he demanded, baritone thick with lust and slurred against your cunt.

you can’t even begin to argue with that. your nails bite at the broad, heavily muscled shoulders and your back arches, rubbing yourself against him, riding his face even though every nerve in your sex was kicked into overdrive. you were panting, grinding your teeth, the knots tied in your guts pulling taut as your next climax quickly approaches, and your eyes widen in surprise— crying out as if in complete shock: “Cumming… I’m cumming again!” it was incredible to you that it was even possible. your limits had been thoroughly tested during your time with the Hashira, sure, but never to this extent. you’d cum so many times already that you’d lost count, and somehow— somehow, Rengoku was able to pull another one from your spent frame.

Kyojuro laughed. it was a booming, hearty laugh, and he smacks his lips, glossy with your essence, fiery eyes flickering up the length of your sweat-sheen torso to meet your gaze. you had to dip your chin into your chest to hold the eye contact, biting down on your lip, but it didn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips. just seeing him like this, the powerful Flame Hashira, a walking, breathing legend, with his face buried between your thighs and his face shiny with your juices, was enough to send you into a tizzy. one hand frees itself from your supple thigh and the thumb pad glides over your clit, eliciting a tremble. “Not yet… just a little more…”

one of your hands flies to clamp a fist around his wrist, starting to shake your head. the very touch of the rough pad against your swollen clit has you jerking atop him, but you’re too swept up in the whirlwind of torturous euphoria to make a sound, and tell him that you can’t take it.

this one was, by far, the most intense climax you’d ever experienced, and you were helpless, unable to stop it, unable to ease that pressure that just kept building.

“I might just break you with this one.” he purrs, thoughtful as he watches you thrash, but he’s grinning, ear to ear, tongue hanging out so you grind your tender core against his tastebuds while you squirm, which only heightens every electric sensation shooting through you. you squeezed his wrist, but he only chuckles and flips his wrist, turning his hand over to take yours and give it a firm grip— fingers interlacing with yours. his other arm hooked over your thigh, holding you down against his tongue but freeing his fist to rub your clit with this one instead. “Go on, pretty girl, show me.”

“Kyojuro!” you mewled, over and over, until your throat was hoarse from screaming for him, and your body was quivering, “I’m going to burst, it’s so much!”

in a way, you did.

that bubble popped.

the elastic snapped.

and you lost what little resolve, what little control of yourself, was left.

you’d never cum like that before. you were screaming his name, at the top of your lungs, and squeezing his hand, whole body spasming, shaking, and to your absolute disbelief— you erupt like a geyser. a weak cry from your slack lips is all the warning Rengoku gets before you gush, soaking his face.

humiliated, you long desperately to apologize, but before you could find the words, he dives in, relishing the shower, licking fat stripes between your nether lips and teasing your clenching hole until you’re whimpering, sagging backwards. if it wasn’t for his grip on your hand, you would’ve collapsed completely, but you were certainly limp, head dropped back, staring at the opposite wall with a hazy eyeline and panting. “O—oh, my god… Kyojuro!”

once he’s had his fill and left you quivering, too weak to sit up, he shifts under you, allowing you room to crumble on your back on the bed, snapping your trembling knees closed. you could feel the dampness from sweat and cum against the sheets, and your cheeks were hot with a blush. you’d have to go wash them in the lake before you could sleep. craning your neck, you watch Rengoku sit up on his knees, and you notice just how hard his cock is. it’s engorged and red-tipped, begging to be tended to, and pointing towards his rippling abdomen. you take one look at it, and then another at his face— droplets of your release raining down on to his heaving chest, clinging to his temple, wetting his hair, and you bite down, harshly, on your lower tier, and force your legs to spread apart, again. it wasn’t the most elegant of poses, your shaking thighs sore and splayed open, exposing your much too sensitive cunt to him again.

“I want—“ your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and you could hardly find the words. your body didn’t want you to say them. your body wanted you to beg for time to recuperate. “I want to do that again…”

his blazing gems house two blown out pupils, and they zero in on your treasure, offered to him, even though every muscle jumped under your skin. he smiles, leaning over you to fit right into the gap provided, and ran his fingertips over your quivering core in butterfly strokes, lips whisking across yours. “Now I’ve spoiled you, have I? You’ll beg me to drink from your sweet fountain until you can’t even form words?”

you nod, whimpering. his touch was a raging wildfire over your intumescent sex, but now you needed to see just how much more you could give him.

[h0n3yj4y]

Mean!Mike x Fem Reader

Nsfw - aged up Mike to 19 👍

Warnings: smut, rough sex, cursing, mocking, degrading, chocking, light slapping, Master/Daddy kink (both cuz why not), overstimulation i think, climax denial, licking lol, he yells at u a lil, idk what else to put but u get the gist 🤭 its a bit of a slow burn, theres build up to the actual rough sex so yea

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You and ur boyfriend Mike where in his basement watching a movie that honestly neither of u were paying attention to. Why? Well, a certain someone was slowly inching their hand further up ur thigh.

Mike loved doing this, in public places, around friends, just to see ur reaction and how easily wet u got over him trailing his hand up and down ur thigh, occasionally tightly gripping it which would make u gasp, that would make him smirk at u. He'd have a cocky smile, proud of himself.

But this time Mike had other plans than just lightly teasing u like this. Instead of stopping, he kept going, until he reached ur clothed cunt, you were only wearing underwear and one of Mike's oversized sweaters, so it was very easy access for him. He softly rubbed a few figure eights which made u let out a shaky breath due to the sensation. U turned ur head to Mike who was still looking at the movie, pretending as he wasn't doing anything but oh but he knows what hes doing to you.

You started to squirm a little, getting impatient, softly whimpering. "Did i tell you you could move, slut.?" you then heard ur boyfriend say in a stern tone as he pulls his hand away and looks down at you with an intimidating gaze, a gaze that would make u melt and obey his every command. You looked up at him shyly and shaked your head "n-no..." - "No what? Hmm?" - "N-no...Master.." you look away from him feeling a bit embarrassed, you liked this all too much tho.

You felt Mike grab ur chin and aggressively turn your head to face him "Look at me when im talking to you bitch!" you flinch a lil at his sudden raise of voice. "I-im sorry Master, it wont happen again..." - "Good girl, it better not."

You were used to Mike getting aggressive like this when it came to doing intimate things, it was all part of him asserting dominance and you loved every part of it but tried not to let him know, though we all know he does. You were terrible at hiding when you really liked something, he could easily tell.

"You know, i think a lil slut like you deserves a punishment. You'd like that wouldn't you?" hearing those words come out of Mike's mouth made u squeeze ur thighs together tightly, it was so fucking hot. You completely forgot that he still had his hand resting on ur upper thigh, so he felt u press ur thighs together. He smirks "Guess that's a yes huh? Thought so."

He took his hand of ur chin as he pinned u down on the couch, both hands above ur head. His other free hand roamed down to ur dripping cunt as he removed ur underwear then raising the sweater over ur stomach for better access and view. You tried to get away from his grip but he tightened his grip on ur wrists, making u whimper in pain. There was no chance of u ever getting away from his grip, he was way stronger than u anyways.

Mike notices that and smiles innocentlg at u "Aww, did i accidentally hurt my lil baby?" he asks u with a lil pout "y-yes, a lil bit" his innocent act goes away very quickly after u say that, his facial expression drops to a stern one. "Well suck it up cuz there's more where that came from and i promise you it'll be way worse if u dont obey, ok Bunny?" you quickly nod, obeying him and trying ur best to not disobey him or do anything that will upset him again. Though u kinda want to provoke him, you love when his voice gets all deep and serious, it has a nice rasp, its very, very hot. You love it even more when hes rough with u like this, its a feeling like no other.

As you were drifting off thinking of how hot and amazing ur boyfriend is, u feel 2 fingers being shoved inside u, making u let out a loud moan as u arch ur back, not really expecting him to start off so harshly already.

"uh- uh, did i tell you that you could moan whore? You better stay quite or else, ok?" u bite ur lip and nod. He starts to pump and curl his long digits in and out of u, hitting ur sweet spot everytime without missing. This is making u go crazy, u don't know how longer u can stay quite.

As ur trying super hard to keep ur mouth shut, you see Mike lean down towards ur clit, looking at u with a devilish smirk as he starts to swirl his tongue on it at a painfully good rhythm. This is what brakes u, u cant hold it in anymore. You let out a loud moan, the overwhelming pleasure being too much. You feel urself getting close causing u too grab at Mikes hair and throw ur head back.

As u do this Mike suddenly stops, he takes his fingers out of u and takes ur hand off his hair as he then hovers over u and leans in ur ear, proceeding to then choke u pretty harshly making u gasp and grab his arm as he then whispers "What did i fucking tell you, hm? I told u to not make a single sound or even touch me, right? So why did you fucking do it you whore? couldn't obey a simple rule that Daddy gave u huh?" he sternly and angrily says in ur ear, nibbling at it a bit harshly, a shiver runs down ur spine, being very intimidated and extremely aroused.

"I-im sorry Daddy, pls it just felt too good, i c-couldn't help myself..." u stutter, Mike tsk's at u as he leans away from ur ear, making eye contact with u. He slaps ur cheek, not too harshly but enough for it to sting a lil as he then grabs ur face "pff, how pathetic. Well, i guess u give me no choice but to harshly fuck ur tight lil cunt, i bet you'd love it if i fucked u dumb, like the good cock slut u are, isn't that right Angel?" that all made u squirm and close ur legs in arousal. You shyly nod ur head but that doesn't satisfy Mike.

"Oh c'mon, us ur words slut. You have a mouth right? Then use it." he shakes ur head a lil as u then stutter out a "y-yes Daddy, p-please" - "Good girl, now be a good slut for ur Master and bend over for me won't u" he places a kiss on ur lips passionately making u smile as u then obey as u turn around and rest on ur elbows, ass up infront of Mike. He slaps ur ass harshly and u let out a quite moan, not expecting that and it hurting a lil but feeling good.

You hear Mike unbuckle his pants as he takes them off and his boxers, throwing them somewhere in the basements floor. You then feel the tip of his dick press againts ur entrance in a teasing way, making u whimper, wanting him so badly.

"Aw what's wrong Bunny? So desperate to have my cock deep inside ur dripping cunt? Ur so wet for me, you know that right?" - "yes M-master please, i want u so badly please. I need ur huge cock deep inside me now" u say with whimpers as u sway ur hips, trying to get some friction, so desperate to have his huge cock inside u.

You hear Mike chuckle "alright Angel, if u say so" u then feel him shove his cock deep inside of you very harshly as he holds onto ur hip with one hand and the other goes to harshly pull ur hair to throw ur head back. You let out very loud moans, the pain and pleasure feeling amazing but also very overwhelming.

You try ur best to not be very loud but its literally impossible at the pace he's going. Mike's pounding into u hard and fast, having no intentions of slowing down. U keep letting out loud moans until u feel 3 fingers being shoved in ur mouth, followed by a harsh pull of ur hair.

Mike leans close to ur ear as he sternly whispers "Shut the fuck up whore, u wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would u? But now that I think about it, you would like it, you'd love for people to know who you belong to and how I make you feel. For everyone to know ur Daddy's lil cock slut." All u can muster out are muffled moans as he starts to go faster and harsher making u roll ur eyes back. Mike rests his head on ghe crook of ur next, biting down harshly making u mewl in pleasure, he then licks the spot he abused since he drew a bit if blood.

U ghen feel a knot forming at ur lower stomach so u try to tell Mike that ur close and u succeed but what u didn't expect was Mike coming to a stop and pulling out of u all of a sudden, letting go of ur hair and taking his fingers out ur mouth.

U moan in confusion and frustration, just being denied ur climax. U are about to say something but Mike then flips you around so that you are laying on your back, facing him. He then shoves himself back inside of u, picking his fast and harsh pace back up, making u arch ur bike and let out even more louder moans. Before you can let out another moan you feel Mike's lips against yours as he kisses you harshly, getting u to shut up or to at least muffle ur slutty moans.

He pulls away for a sec "God shut the fuck up already whore, ur so fucking loud." don't get him wrong he loves hearing ur beautiful moans and how u moan out his name but u were seriously being so loud, u were gonna get eachother caught. He goes back to kissing u, this time choking u a bit to make sure u stay quiet enough.

U loved how his hand perfectly wrapped around ur neck, almost feels as if it was fit to belong around ur neck and ur absolutely living for that.

As Mike continues his fast and harsh pace, u feel a knot form at ur stomach meaning that u were close again. "Mmm M-mike im close" - "Hold it, don't u dare cum yet" u whimpered in agony, u dont think u can hold it, it was too much. "You'll cum when i tell u." he growled, burying his face in the crook of ur neck. U felt him kiss ur neck and nibble at it, licking ur sensitive spot whenever he would suck on ur neck which made u go crazy. U loved the sensation of his warm, soft tongue trailing along ur neck, especially on the places he's marked.

You felt his dick twitch inside u as he says "Cum for me baby, now." - "y-yes Daddy mmm, cum inside me pls, fill me up" u were on birth control so it was ok for Mike to cum inside u. You then let out a loud muffled moan as u clawed at Mike's back, cumming all over his cock as he then let out a moan of his own, climaxing inside of u, filling u up.

You both road out ur highs as he then pulled out of u, both of u catching ur breaths. Mike hovered over u, looking u up and down, smiling down at u, placing a soft kiss on ur lips. You sighed in relief, smiling back at him and cupping his face as u caressed him comfortingly.

"You ok baby? Need anything? Did i hurt u?" Ah yes, anytime u and Mike have harsh sex, he takes good care of u afterwards. Getting all worried and asking you if u need anything every 5 seconds. You loved how caring he was afterwards, he was truly the best. "Im ok Mikey dont worry, u didn't hurt me at all" you smile reassuringly at ur worried boyfriend. "You sure? Please tell me." - "Yes Mike im ok! don`t worry so much, i will be ok, though i don't think i'll be able to walk for awhile."

Mike laughs and kisses ur forehead "Yea i know u won't be able too, gonna have to carry u around like a baby" - "oh fuck off" - "Love you toooo" you both share some laughs and sweet sensual kisses and hand holding. Mike then gets both of u cleaned up, giving u a new pair of underwear and a mute green sweater of his to wear.

U both then go to his room as u fall asleep in eachothers arms. Feeling safer than ever and so very loved.

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A/N: AAAAH this is my first ever ff so plsss don't bash me if its kinda bad. I finished writing this at like 2am im so tired guys. (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄﹏o̴̶̷̥⸝⸝)

Anywho, i hope u enjoyed it! I don`t write a whole lot but i might write some headcanons or imagines for Mike or/and Miles in the future. Might do other Finn characters aswell like Richie and Boris. Uuuu maybe i will write some Will Byers stuff and Byler stuff aswell! Who knows we will see, anyways good night now, take care luvs <3

OH ALSO IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING MISTAKES PLS TELL ME SO I CAN FIX EM, THANK U BYE BYE💛🌻🌼🌾

[writingsofwesteros]

I love ur work so so much. Can I request cregan stark x dornish!reader. Where he sees her once in maybe the weirwood forest and she’s just a maid, but he just becomes so infatuated by her and decides to claim her by taking her maidenhood? Dark and smut please 💕💕

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Cregan had not meant to seek you out. It had been an accident the first time when he wandered the forest with his good, childhood friend. They were both on a hunt when they noticed movement beside them. A group of girls; ladies in waiting and maids by the looks of them. “Gods, would you look at them?” His friend whispered into his ear.

For a moment, he ignored his friend; only humming whilst his own dark eyes wandered over your figure. The soft tan of your skin clashing beautifully against the snow and the other ladies around you. The hunger he had not known for so long was building inside him once more as he watched you.

His staring only continued as the days passed him by. Cregan could hardly concentrate on the duties in front of him; and it was all your fault. The wolf needed to cleanse himself of you; and if he kept you in the process, who was to stop him? It was unfortunate that you never saw this coming.

Those dark eyes of his couldn’t stay away as he watched you bend over. Your fingers brushing over the winter flowers. The furs wrapped around you did nothing to hide the sweet curves of yours. “Lady Y/N…” You weren’t a lady, but he’d make you one…he’d make you to be anything he wanted.

“My Lord..” You whispered out in shock as you wondered how long he had been standing there. Cregan’s hands clasped around his back as he stepped forward. “I apologise for not announcing myself sooner.” You could only blush; a little loss for words as you locked eyes with the wolf of the North.

His presence alone had you nearly shivering, which you easily blamed on the cold for as long as you could. Still, your heart was pounding in your ears as his larger hand reached for your own. The flower you had picked was taken by him. “Beautiful.” Cregan whispered; never looking away from you.

Goosebumps moved over your soft body that was still covered by the fur wrapped around you. “This is a private garden, did you know?” The wolf lied. “Oh..I did not know…” You began to babble now; those pretty, dark eyes of yours widening. “I think I’m owed a flower.” Cregan purred. 

“Oh…well, “ You looked over your shoulder at where you had been kneeling. His hand slowly moved up your arm. Your pretty face began to turn to confusion as your heart skipped a beat at his closeness. “I do not understand.” You whispered. Was this another culture difference, you thought to yourself.

There was no time for an answer as he pounced.

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“No..no, please…” You cried out into the open air. The dress you had worn was ripped; your soft, bare body exposed as you laid down on the open field. Your legs shook as Cregan’s hot mouth had engulfed your pussy. He did not listen to you, nor had he when he began to strip you moments ago.

The wolf only moaned against you; his hunger for you never strayed as his larger mouth took you. His fat tongue brushed over your clit and had you jolting at the new sensation. Finally, wetness began to drip from you. Cregan greedily began to suck and lapped up all you gave to him.

Your hands moved to his head to try and push him away but there was no luck. He was stronger than you. Your eyes rolled as the pleasure only increased. His tongue pushed inside you and had you screaming out. The long grass covering you both..for now. “Cregan..my lord..” You began to babble now.

Your legs shook around his head as the climax you had never had before was ripping through you. “Oh..oh my …” You cried out. Your lips parted as you squirted onto his face. His tongue easily brushed through your folds as he drank all you gave him. His moans vibrating against you.

Cregan crawled up your body. You were still in a daze as he brushed against you. Your soft, ample breasts touching his chest as his hands greedily moved into his own pants. His cock was straining against them. “My flower..” He purred; a dark smirk coming over his face that had you gulping. 

“Now, I can’t have anyone ruining our fun, can I?” Cregan whispered and before you knew it his soft lips were on your own. A gasp escaped you as you stared up at him; your eyes so wide as you whimpered. But that was only a taste of what was to come as you felt his fat head brushing through your folds.

You whimpered as he slowly inch by inch moved deeper inside you. He stretched you so good; the pain and pleasure battling as you grasped at anything close. The wolf only stared down at you in desire as he pushed your legs up. Your body bent in half for when he bottomed completely.

Gods, was this possible? You had never felt so full..it was too much. “Too big..” You babbled out; your soaked walls clamping around him had Cregan groaning. “Fuck, that’s it…” He purred. His larger hands are slowly moving towards your breasts now. They were so heavy; he couldn’t wait to see them spill with milk.

You still had some fight in you; much to Cregan’s delight as he only grew more aroused. You arched from the ground but his position had you completely stuck. His hand moved to the back of your neck and forced you to look down. His fat head spread apart your lips as he quickly thrust.

“Oh -ah, ah I…” You hiccuped in pleasure with each thrust he made. His hold was the only thing keeping you from moving as you reached to place your hands on his chest. You still tried to push him away even as your stomach was tightening once more. He’d have you broken soon, the wolf thought. 

Gods, how had this happened, you thought as Cregan leaned in. He began to hotly mouth at your soft neck as your legs were pushed towards your body. His cock slipped deeper if that was even possible and the spongy spot inside you that you had only heard whispers about was hit with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled as your body began to soften; your mind easily followed as Cregan took you for himself. His cock throbbed as your tongues began to dance; drool forming as you completely fell apart. His cum flooding your weeping pussy but the wolf did not stop - he had so much more to give you.