#i want this man to manhandle me and fuck me silly

[lieninety]

könig horse cock, its atleast gotta be 7 to 9 inches for it to bulge out of his pants like that

[konigsblog]

Ugh I'm so desperate for more of Farmer! König fucking us so hard and filling us with his seed, loving our small size so he can handle us however he wants :P

just like me :( i love size kink AND könig. both together? heaven, the best thing to write about.

cw; farmer!könig, size kink, manhandling

it's in könig's nature as a large man to manhandle you about the place, especially when he takes a good look at your small frame. your petite body against his sweaty body, the harsh scent of sweat and cologne mixed together familiar to you; comforting.

könig's favourite place to fuck you is outside during august's summer. august's sun glowing down on your bodies when he has you laying against the grass, panties drenched in his cum and your slick after he was finished humping your cunt. you whimpered, feeling his hot, large hands wrap around your waist and pick you up onto his lap. he wanted you to bounce onto his cock.

he pulled your lace panties to the side, his huge cock still hard and sticky from cumming all in your favourite pair of panties. you whimpered when you felt the huge, hot, rock shaft rut and grind against your slit, feeling him lift you up slightly by your hips – his large hands dwarfing them – and push you down onto it by the tip.

you gasped, biting your lip, your eyes wide and looking into his silver ones. you grinded against him while he guided you, fucking you down onto his fat dick while you gripped where his hands laid. with one hand barely wrapping around his thick wrists and the other laying on his stomach, you felt him buck into you at the same rhythm he pushed and fucked you down. “just-so fuckin' small, sonnenschein.” he huffed, head thrown back when you clutched around him.

the tightness of his balls and the roughness he had you at, you moaned out in bliss. riding him like the sweet, little thing you are and treating your farmer rightfully after a long and hard day. you could only whine and mewl at the stretch of his huge cock, especially in comparison to your smaller body. he was piercing you, spearing you on his dick while he used your body and fucked you silly.

you felt yourself getting closer slowly, walls begining to throb and pulse around his girth rapidly. könig frantically fucked you down, both hands squeezing your hips tightly as he breathed out, grunting lowly with his eyes shut tightly when you squeezed him. you creamed around him unexpectedly when he slammed upwards into your drooling hole. the tip seeping precum and your cunt weeping, wettening his dick with your sweet fluids.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

No Nut November ~

a/n. A request by my Patron for the month of November! It was quite the fun one. If you'd like me to write a story for you, please consider joining my Patreon! (link in bio)

Contains : Toji X Fem reader. No nut November antics. Toji being horny. Reader being a tease.

"Fuck-" you cursed, panting heavily as you lied back on the bed, finally getting a break. Your partner, Toji, lied down next to you, half as tired but just as satisfied. He hummed as his muscled relaxed, hot and sweaty from the numerous rounds of sex, completely naked as he got comfortable enough to drift into sleep.

You couldn’t help but frown at him, a bit annoyed at his satisfied and content expression while your body was crying from the over-stimulation. He had taken you over and over and over again, his stamina seemingly never ending as he fucked you multiple times in multiple positions. Even when you complained that you couldn’t take it anymore, he claimed that he’d make you take it. And after he pumped you with several loads of cum, he finally called it a night.

"You- you're such a horndog." you said. The man chuckled, manhandling you to get closer to him, placing you on his chest before giving you a sweet kiss on your hair. “You love it.” He teased, giving your butt a greedy squeeze, making you flinch as he touched the bright red mark he had left on your cheek before. 

This was your routine. Toji and you would go to work, you'd come back home, have dinner together before he took you to the bedroom and gave you the most toe curling, back arching, pussy squirting pleasure you'd ever experienced. The man had a huge dick and a ton of stamina, not going soft unless he's cum multiple times.

And it's amazing it truly is.

But after a while...it becomes a lot. There's only so many times your pussy can take a pounding before she gets sore and it starts to hurt even when you sit down. There's only so many times your nipples can get suckled on before any friction, even from your bra, makes them ache. There's only so many times you can wear a turtleneck before people connect the dots. You tried to say so to Toji, letting him know of your trouble but he either laughed it off, took is as a compliment and continued to fuck you silly regardless.

His desire for you and his constant want to have his hands on you was a big ego boost, but you needed a break and you figured out the perfect way to do it.

“Have you heard of something called No Nut November?” Toji snorted, looking down at you amused, “Sounds stupid. I’m guessing it means you don’t cum in all of November?” “Exactly. It’s an internet challenge. Think you can do it?” He chuckled again, not taking it seriously, “I have a beautiful girlfriend who I can fuck on a daily basis- why would I give that up for a dumb internet challenge?” “Hmm, thought so.” You said, acting unimpressed as you poked his nose, “There's no way you can keep your hands off of me for a month. You don't have the self-control. Why am I not surprised?"

Now, Toji knew what you were doing. You were baiting him, plain and simple. And was he going to fall for it? Of course not... but he didn’t like your tone.

"Wanna bet on that?" he asked.

You tried not to grin, the man falling for your trap hook, line and sinker. There was no way a man as proud as him would not rise to the challenge just to prove you wrong.

“Fine. From tomorrow until the end of December, you can’t cum.” You said, “That means no sex and no jerking off. If you fail, I get to decide when we have sex for at least a month.”

“And if I win, you are going to be my little sex doll I can fuck whenever I want with no complaints.” Toji challenged. You scoffed, more than confident that he wouldn’t be able to do it.

“Deal!”

~~~~~

One week had gone by and it was already hell. Toji had to will himself to not drag you into the bedroom every night, the condescending smirk on your face actually giving him motivation to keep going. Ever since he started dating you, sex was a common and daily occurrence so to have it taken away was difficult for him to navigate but he could do this. He was an adult with self-control and he wasn’t a horny teenager who needed to get their rocks off all the time.

But during week two, he wondered if he truly had the self-control he thought he did.

You were not making it easy for him, oh no. You were a naughty little minx and once Toji went by one week with no sex, you realised you needed to make him break. Whether it was make-out sessions with a bit more tongue than you normally use, or ‘forgetting’ to lock the door while you showered so he’d walk in on you naked, or going to bed in nothing but his oversized t-shirt, or asking him to give you a massage and letting out sweet, filthy little moans as he worked out the knots. These small things were piling up, riling the man up even more to the point where in a sweet kiss from you would make his dick hard. You were good. But he wasn’t giving up.

But neither were you. And you decided to ramp it up for week 3.

“…And what are you doing?” Toji asked, looking you up and down and undressing you with his eyes. You were standing by the bedroom door, looking absolutely stunning in a lingerie piece he hadn’t seen before. It was a beautiful lace red piece, the underwear framing your body deliciously. Your tits, your stomach, your ass and the heaven between your legs- all the blood instantly went to his cock just by looking at you.

“Tojiiii~” you cooed, walking over towards him, your hips swaying seductively as you reached him. He was sitting against the headboard of the bed, idly scrolling through his phone but the random video he was watching was all but forgotten as you crawled between his legs. Your tits were practically swinging in front of his face as you straddled him, the man unable to deny you as he placed a hand on your waist, running his fingers over the soft lace.

“I’m so horny, Toji~” you cooed, rubbing your hand up and down his covered chest, “I need you.”

“Nice try.” The man responded, snorting as he flicked your forehead with his other hand, making you gasp, “I know your game here, little minx. You’re not getting me to fuck you.”

“How mean.” You said, pouting adorably and showing off the lip gloss you had put on, “If you’re not interested, then this can probably go on past November-“ “Not a chance.” Toji growled, gripping your waist so tightly it made you gasp, “You know I’m owning that pussy once this month is up. So be a good girl and wait.” “Wait?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow, “Why do I have to wait? I’m not doing the stupid challenge.” You smiled at the way Toji’s eyes followed you as you got off of him, bending over in front of him as you reached for a familiar drawer in the bedside table.

“Just because you’re not going to fuck me doesn’t mean I can’t have fun~” you said, holding up your favorite wand vibrator as well as a thick, vibrating dildo. “It’s not as big as you, but it’s good enough~”

  What proceeded was the worst yet best night of Toji’s life. He watched as you pleasured yourself, your sweet moans echoing through the room as you fucked yourself with your toys. With the vibrator rubbing your clit and the dildo sliding in and out of your pussy, you practically gave him a private show. Your lingerie was still on your body but pulled aside to expose your breasts and your cunt, making you look so delicious he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He didn’t dare to touch himself as he helped you along with your session, growling dirty things into your ear as he took over and fucked your cunt with the dildo, working it way better than you could yourself, groaning in delight as he suckled on your nipples as he drove you over the edge.

His dick was so hard it felt like it would explode. But he wouldn’t budge. He wanted to- God he wanted to- but he was going to stay strong. The reward he’d get for sticking with this at the end of the month would feel way better than the momentary pleasure he’d get from rubbing one out. So he stayed strong. Days went by, feeling longer and longer and your antics growing more and more bold. Your masturbation sessions were happening often, you were walking around the house in skimpy clothing, he’d wake up and find that you had ‘accidentally somehow fallen asleep with your face close to his cock’ but try as you might, you couldn’t break him.

He increased the ice-cold showers. He took longer working hours to distract himself. He fingered you so he could remind you of how good he was going to take you once the month was up. Hell, he even took up meditation to try and ease the tension in his body. And finally. Finally. After all that hard work- he made it.

He did it. He actually did it.

He was on the last day of November.

A full month of no sex. No pleasure. No jacking off. His cock hurt and his balls ached so badly, dying for some release and he couldn't wait to get it. Tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, he was going to take you and pound the shit out of you- fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk for days. He made sure you knew it too. Throughout the day, he was whispering filth to you, growling in your ear and palming his cock in front of you, loving the blush on your face as he detailed all the bad and naughty things he was going to do to you tonight. There was no doubt you felt defeated and after this, he was going to break and punish you.

Just an hour. He could do this. He was going to do this!

He was lounging on the couch of the living room, not focusing on what was on the TV as his mind was occupied with lust when he saw you walk out of their bedroom and upto him.

"How do I look?" you asked, twirling around so he could see your outfit. It was a cute short dress with a pair of leggings and he hummed in approval.  

"You going out?" he asked.

"Yup!" you said, suddenly dragging a suitcase from behind you, "I’m going to my parents’ house."

Toji raised his eyebrows, his eyes widening. What?

What?

"Excuse me?" he asked, watching as you dragged your suitcase over to the door.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention it before." you said casually, clearly ignoring the expression on his face, "Last minute plan- you know how it is."

"Bullshit." the man snarled, walking upto you before slamming his hands on the wall behind you, caging you, "You're just trying to fuck with me, aren't you?"

"Whatever do you mean?" you asked, a curious tilt in your tone which told Toji all he needed to know, "I just miss home and I know you have a busy workday tomorrow so I didn’t think you’d want to come. That’s not a problem, is it? I’ll only be there for a week.”

“A week-“ Toji growled, nails digging into his fist as he still cornered you against the wall, “You’re not fucking serious.”

You shrugged, faking innocence, “I mean, is there any reason I shouldn’t go? I have a few days off from work and my mom has been begging me to come by someday. The train leaves in…” you checked your watch, ignoring Toji’s scoffs at your audacity, “thirty minutes. So I better get going-“

“You’re not going anywhere you little brat!” Toji snarled, his patience snapping. There was no way in hell he was going to let you leave and have you been gone for a week. He was confident you were just bluffing but he was not taking that change. With a growl, he bent down and threw you over his shoulder, making you yelp as you were suddenly held upside down. He gave you butt a sharp spank, a slap so hard it made you forget how to breathe for a second before he stormed towards the bedroom.

“Wh- what about the bet?” you asked once he threw you onto the bed, Toji immediately getting undressed as he practically ripped his shirt off.

“Fuck the bet.” He said, grabbing you by the ankles before he pulled you towards him, a feral look in his eyes as he fisted the fabric of your tights, “Fuck No Nut November. And fuck you.”

You gasped as he started tearing apart your tights, the fabric ripping away like paper as all he could think about was fucking you. You could see the imprint of his cock straining against his sweatpants, you man already hot and bothered and eager. Your heart was beating fast in your chest, the excitement over-riding the fact that you were going to win the bet. Once the tights were torn enough and before you could even get a second to complain, he flipped you onto your stomach.

He slid your panties to the side, so desperate for you that he couldn’t be bothered to properly undress you before he grabbed two greedy handfuls of your ass. You mewled under him as he squeezed, the man spreading your cheeks apart before he dove in, face first. You yelped as Toji took a long, rough lick of your pussy, the familiar sensation something you truly missed since the start of the bet. You gasped and moaned as he started feasting on your cunt, his thick tongue sliding into you and working you open, your pussy slowly getting wet for him.

Toji growled against you, the vibration making you feel even better as he got you hot and bothered. His cock was so hard it was genuinely hurting him, the sensation of your pussy against his tongue and the taste of your sweet nectar making him go into overdrive. But even your pussy wasn’t going to make him forget how you pissed him off.

“Mmph- this isn’t for you- got it?” he snarled, smacking your ass once to get your attention, “I’m getting this cunt wet enough to fuck my fat cock deep inside you. I don’t care if you feel good and I don’t give a shit if you cum or not- you’ve gotten enough of that this month.”

“Don’t be- ah- mean.” You protested, gasping as he suddenly pulled away from you and flipped you onto your back again. “Oh, I haven’t even gotten started.” Toji said as he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it up harshly, also not caring to take it off completely. All he wanted was access to your tits and once he pulled your bra upto your chin, he got what he wanted. “You’ll see just how mean I can be.”

He took a nipple into his mouth before you could say anything, not wanting to hear anything out of your lips unless it was moans, cries or apologies. He slid his fingers into your panties, his thick digits sliding between your damp pussy lips, the slick sound of the contact echoing through the air. Despite the attitude, he knew you missed him too. Dildos just didn’t compare to him.

He slid a finger inside you, the glide easy due to your wetness as he slowly but thoroughly started stretching you out for his cock. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at it harshly as he suckled on your nipple, his tongue twirling the sensitive bud around before he bit down, making you yelp from the pain. You rocked your hips against his fingers, arching your back as he slid a second one inside you before scissoring you open just how you like it.

“Fuck- good enough.” Toji said, separating from your nipple (which he indeed sucked raw) and gently taking his fingers out of you. He knelt between your legs after he gave you a quick peck on the lips, pushing his pants down to reveal his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, your pussy throbbing as you gazed at the member you practically hadn’t seen all month. It was rock hard and twitching, precum leaking out of the tip that was so red, you wondered if it would burn your tongue if you sucked on it. His balls were always big and heavy and you didn’t know if the time apart muddled your memory a bit but you swore, they were somehow bigger.

  “Spread those fucking legs- show me that pussy.” Toji said, gripping his cock before he started tapping it against your cunt, purposefully targeting your clit and making you tremble from each hit, “Look at that. So needy and dripping even though you fucked yourself on that dildo every other night.”

He spat on your pussy, making you gasp at the vile action but it made your cunt gush even more. He truly was using you like he owned you. His cockhead rubbed at the glob of saliva that was trailing down your cunt before he finally, finally pressed it against your entrance.

“I won’t last long, but I don’t care.” Toji said, rocking his hips lightly as he teased your hole, “You’re here to be my cum dump. You’re here for my pleasure, got it?”

You couldn’t help but he bratty even though every fibre of your being wanted to beg the man to just fuck you already: “Enjoy it since I’m winning this bet~” “Oh, are you sure about that?”

You frowned at his words before your eyes widened and you looked over at the clock to see that…it was midnight. November was officially over. And you had lost.

“That- ah!” you screamed loudly as Toji plunged his cock into you, his girth splitting apart your wet, velvet walls as he pushed into your cunt. He laughed as he got inside you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your pussy wrap around him, that sweet, amazing feeling of your walls squeezing him greedily. He grabbed your legs by the back of your knees before pushing them upto your chest, catching you in a mating press, driving his cock deep, deep inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck- fuck!” you squealed, the whiplash from realizing you lost to the sensation of your cunt being stuffed full for the first time in a month making your head spin, “I thought- you- fuck!” “Nice try baby.” Toji snarled, body trembling as he got to feel your cunt again, his balls already threatening to spill his seed inside you, “But you’re going to have to try harder- fuck yes- if you wanna beat me~”

He lifted his hips up and thrust into you again, both of you moaning as he stuffed his cock deep inside your delicious cunt. He started picking up the pace, the nasty sound of his balls clapping against your ass was music to his ears as he started using you. This was for him.

“You’re my toy now, understand?” he asked, tightening his hold on your legs and keeping you nice and folded for him, “my sweet little fuck toy that I’m going to use to break every. Single. Fucking. Night!” he thrust harshly at each word, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt his cock deliciously slide inside you, truly owning you. You hated to admit it, but you were secretly happy he won. As he pounded into you, you couldn’t help but remember how torturous this month was for you as well.

Sore pussy be damned, you were too addicted to Toji to give him up.

And while you swore you had more time before midnight struck, you were too cock drunk to think about it. Which was good for Toji as he thought ahead and might have changed the timing on the clock to make it a touch faster. But what you didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt you and by the time he was done with you, you’d forget how to count anyway.

[antidesire]

your older boyfriend is just soo considerate ♡

disclaimer.. age gap relationship, re6/vendetta leon so 37+, reader is 21+, first part is fluff, other part.. size kink, like a big one, calls reader small/tiny, hint of dacryphilia, he likes taking care of you, it feeds his ego, roughness, spitting, choking, manhandling, this is so self indulgent don’t even talk to me, just jumbled headcanons about size kink w older bf leon

reblogs and feedback are appreciated. requests are open

leon would spend hours upon hours, way into the early morning listening to your worries and woes, how your job was stressing you out, how you are convinced that one professor is failing you on purpose, or how your friends had gone quiet on you suddenly. any little worry he would reassure away alongside a firm kiss on your forehead.

you admired him so very much, if he couldn't see you had the biggest heart eyes for him then he was a fool. every little thing he did, all his silly little habits had your heart bursting at the seams.

he would encourage you over the smallest of things,

oh you learned a neat new hobby? that's great, leon wants to hear every little detail on what it's about and how far you've gotten with it.

you've worked so hard this week? you need a little treat, he's giving you his card for the day.

got out of bed today despite struggling? you're spending the entire night in his arms, you want a massage? head rub? shoulder to cry on? you get it all. you're the most important thing to him.

he'd showed up at your college/university to pick you up early, and it was lunch time so he caught a lot of attention. "leonnn!" you called out ever so sweetly, quickly rushing over to your boyfriend in the parking lot, admiring your cute little outfit you adorned yourself in today, "y'wanna meet some of my friends?"

you had done nothing but gush about this man to all of your friends, and when they finally met him, they understood, they more then understood, some of them were evidently jealous.

you'd never have to lift a finger with him around, he spoiled you rotten.

okay sappy stuff over, i wanna fuck this old man

he's just soo considerate.. ♡

that you don't even realize his presence until he is pressed against your ass, plucking your purposefully placed by him favourite glass down from the top shelf, his other hand swiftly finding place under your shirt, warm fingertips pinching the soft flesh of your hip.

"you're too small, you'll hurt yourself." he'd scold you, lips attaching to your neck, laying fleeting kisses there which got your breath heavy as your hands gripped onto the kitchen counter, feeling him press you further into the appliance.

it was a little humiliating when he’d whisk you into his lap in public, important meetings, fancy dinners, you name it, no matter what, you’re sitting on his lap.

he’d watch you toy with his fingers, fiddle with his rings just to see how small they were against his, would be purposefully pressing you against his hard-on just to watch the way you dig your nails into his palm helplessly.

constantly squishing you against him, towering over you, pinning you to things, against things.

tell him he won’t fit, give him fat tears rolling down your cheek to match and he is talking so sweet to you, “ohh baby, s’okay, i got you sweetheart shh shh, i’ll make it feel so good.”

sometimes even he’d use the excuse that he’s just too big, like there’s no way you’re not getting his fingers fucked into your pussy and ate out before you attempt to take even an inch of him :((

“you’re so tight baby, how many times have i fucked this cute little pussy and you’re still not used to it?” he’d rasp out, dragging out every second of pushing his fat cock into your pussy to set an example.

“needy cunt can’t stop sucking me in, relax sweetheart.” he’d coo in a voice that sounded like pure honey.

the way you could feel the burning stretch every time he pushed his cock in your cunt had your back lurching off of the mattress, he had to push you back down with his hand pressing against your stomach which sent you into a frenzy, seeing the way his fingers sprawled out across your stomach.

bulge kink ♡

when he first saw the outline of him in your fucking tummy it sent him absolutely ballistic, he’d be sweating, dick twitching inside you and saying the crudest nastiest things as his fingers trailed the shape,

“look, look right fucking now-“ he grunted and you’d have to force yourself out of your daze, leaning up on your elbows and seeing what he saw, you’d cum right on the spot, especially when he stuffs himself deeper, he’d be totally pussy whipped, pussy drunk, whatever you wanna call it, he is just crazy for it.

“you feel my that baby? deep inside you? mmh? you make me feel so good, you know that don’t, you angel?” he wouldn’t let up on you unless you gave him a coherent answer.

a lot of bouncing on his knee, pretends not to notice you’re all hot and bothered until you’re eventually rutting against him, begging for his attention with tears in your eyes, sticky underwear, and a puddle of your arousal making his denim even darker.

loves the way you struggle to take his cock down your throat, you always have your hands all over him, throat sore, gagging and spitting to try make it easier- you’re so sloppy and your teeth graze against him a lot but he can’t help but find it endearing, just means he has a lot to teach you.

one day, laying you down to fuck your throat, watching the way his cock slides deeper and deeper, he can see how your throat expands to accommodate for his size.

manhandling you, like a lot, like everywhere, i told you you never have to lift a finger. his strength would make your stomach clench in desperation every time, you’re riding him but he still takes the lead, hips fucking up into you as he pulls your hair, forcing your back to arch so he can toy with your nipples in his mouth.

his entire body engulfing yours as he fucks you into the mattress, arms flexing either side of your head, all you can smell is him, all you can feel is him, everything is about him.

if you ever got too tired from doing such a good job bouncing on his dick he’d let you lay limply against him so he can use you like his own personal cocksleeve ♡

this man fucks you against walls, lifts you up to fuck you, the most uncomfortable positions are just so easy for him- they’re so worth it, he loves nothing more than wrecking your cute little cunt.

always slapping away your hands when you try to initiate anything, thumb playing with your clit before you could even reach down, his hand around your throat before you could even push his hand towards it, fingers stuffed down your throat before your tongue even fully hung out your mouth, spit dripping down your tongue as the two of you made out.

“let me take care of you.”

[argreion]

Just a Deal

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — P in V, breeding kink/talk, mating press, cream pies, Leon being old and aching, talks of eating out/cunnilingus, talks of Advil (reader using the deal of Advil jokingly for sex). Leon wondering if he's mid.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.5k

𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆❜𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 — Well, this is my somewhat proud attempt to come back to writing smut. I want to write more, so... Yeah, there's that! I'd call this a valiant attempt, y'know? Breeding kink is yummy. Don't murder me if there's a mistake, I haven't written actual smut in so long. :')

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“Just an idea.” You said, glancing over at the male with a small smirk. Talk of sex over dinner? Maybe you shouldn't have waited till he got home from a mission. Hearing the pop of his back and the pained groans miles away from the apartment. Yet, you have to make a deal sweeter; Advil. The baby he loved, would sing it to sleep if he could. Pop a few and it worked wonders on him.

“That idea is…” What does he respond with? Makes his dick hard? The idea of folding his lover? Tapping his fork against the ceramic—reminds you to scold him later for that. Fine china was getting harder to get, and you’d rather it not have scratches on it when it’s for sale.  “I wouldn't mind doing it if you'd want me to. Sounds interesting, doll. Didn’t know you’d like me to ‘ruin your pussy like it’s your last day alive. To fuck your babies into you’.”

“Never say that out loud ever again, my soul left my body for a few seconds.” You sighed, hand already coming to rub your face. Cheeks were flush from the embarrassment of him being blunt. Someone above, please shut this man up. 

“I’ll let you finish up here, ‘kay? Don’t keep me waiting too long, supercop.”

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Two hours later, dinner finished, and clothes are torn and flung away.

Forced into a mating press against your shared bed. Your legs loosely around his hips, moving with each thrust. Balls slapping against your ass as Leon pressed you deeper into the bed. Soft moans came from your lips at his pace. Curling up to hit your core in just the right places. Leaking more than you should’ve, silly little idea.

His hands came to hold your upper back, making your body flush against his. “What, thought you wanted this, doll? Wanted to be full of babies, right?” He taunted, wanting to rub it in your face. Rub it in your face that you weren't ready for him—weren’t ready for subpar dick. You’d thought he’d be slow, boring, but no, someone liked this idea. The idea of breeding had gotten to him. So much so that he manhandled you and did it himself.

“Mmmm, look at you, already willing to become a mama. Can’t wait to cream this pussy...” Leon leaned in, his lips brushing against your ears. “We aren’t wasting any drop either, doll. You know the rule. Call me a baker for making a cute little cream puff; gotta make sure she’s extra full.”

His chest rumbled as he felt you tighten around him. Attempting to milk him of his worth. He was doing something right. Wringing out moans from your lips left and right. Was doing something right with the way this was going.

“You like that, don't you?” He purred, letting his forehead fall to your shoulder. Sweating at the extortion of his aging body. Nipping at the skin, he quickened his pace. Little red marks litter your upper torso, shoulder-to-shoulder.  “Didn’t know I had a whore in my apartment. Should’ve thought of this sooner.”

You moaned in response, the lewdity had you rolling. ‘Call me a baker for making a cute little cream puff; gotta make sure she’s extra full.' It was bad that your baby fever had already made you so… Aroused. Choose a mating press over anything else for merely that—breeding kink on an all-time high from that. Over the kitchen counter, on his motorcycle, in the car, anywhere. The thoughts running through your head made you clench, erupting a groan from Leon's lips.

“Seems my question is already answered—you are a whore. A cute one at that.”

Leon purred in delight, satisfied by your response. Hands moving from behind your back to beside your head. Engaging your head as he maneuvered himself comfortably so that he could get rougher. Force himself deeper, make him feel like he could do something.

Yet, when someone musters up all their strength; means they crash and fall harder—especially on their lover.

With each harsh thrust, Leon could feel himself being drained. His old age was catching up to him, as was the ache in his back. Beginning to bubble up from his lower back to the beginning of his spine. Arched over his love like a cat hissing in old-timey movies. Your fingers grasping at his back and legs tightening around him. Exposing your neck to the open-mouthed kissing he brought on you. Stubble brushing against your delicate skin, vulnerable to a quick hickey.

More moans came from your mouth as he buried himself inside you. Sent you spiraling with each slam of his hips. A cloudy ring started to form and leak down onto the bed. Needed this more often, needed to be manhandled.

“Almost there…” He panted after each word he spoke. You could feel pity in your chest as you watched him struggle. Stamina wasn’t his strong suit anymore, sadly. Reminds you of when he was better in his younger days. Twenty-seven and lasting two to four rounds.

Might buy an extra bottle of Advil, just for him. 

In the back of his mind, he was cursing himself out for not being you to a climax. He knew worth wasn't purely based on orgasms or how experienced he was. Gosh darn it, though, made him feel horrible. Useless, or some other word Rebecca used that he couldn't remember. 

Being brought out of his thoughts by the feeling of nails piercing his skin would leave a mark he’d have to explain at work. Your back arching into his chest surprised him—he had done it. Blue eyes widened as you seized in his grasp, mouth agape as you gushed around him. If he had only recorded this, he'd love every second of it. Imagining you sucking him in every way he could think possible. Oddly, brought a smile to his face, alongside the ego boost. 

“That's it, let it out. I gotcha, pretty girl.” Leon whispered, rubbing your cheek as your eyes fluttered. One second they were squeezed shut, and now it felt like he was looking down at the prettiest girl in the world. That pleased look in your eyes made his balls tighten. His eyes fluttered, as his hips stuttered. Oh, fuck him.

“Go ahead and let that pussy cry more for me… So fuckin' gorgeous. Deserves this so badly.”

He'd already reached his peak, cumming inside your walls, panting heavily. Wish he lasted longer than this. Arms encircling your head as he pressed himself fully into you. The sweat from earlier now oozing from the bedsheets. Squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly emptied himself into you. Counting his blessings as you'd nag him to help change the bedsheets later.

The drive slowly faded into stillness. Finally resting inside you as he seemed to come down from the quick high. In some ways, it felt anticlimactic. An anticlimactic filling that leaked down onto the bedsheets. Cloudy ring, now a creamy white. Fresh new stain to add to the collection.

“I'm getting old, aren't I?” Leon asked himself out loud, trying to break the silence. It felt awkward, impregnated—something he didn't like. Too serious for his brain to handle.

“Maybe.” Was all you said, letting out a heavy sigh. “It's certainly getting old that you're laying on me now.”

“Forgot about that, sorry.”

You could feel the bed dripping beside you as he moved off. Letting himself curl up beside you, not wanting to waste a drop in you. Leon felt fragile for some reason, like a shivering old man in your head. Curled up beside his wife—crying, ‘cause he ain't got no one better. Maybe calling him an old man suited Leon now.

“I mean, that wasn't amazing.”

You paused; maybe you should've chosen your words more carefully. Leon was sensitive. Sex didn't feel amazing like it did in books or movies. Could women get post-nut clarity? Was that even a thing? Were you having that, or were you just not womaning? Maybe you should save yourself thinking for another time. 

“But you do better than a lot of guys, at least. For a super awkward man, who crashes almost every vehicle he drives, and can't tie a tie, you did well. Mating press might be your forte in sex positions.”

A smile came to your lips, leaning over to kiss the tip of his nose. Pleasantries aside, he'd take it over you using a vibrator or dildo. Enjoyed watching it, but hated not being the one to do it. Ok, well, he's just picky in that regard. A bit of a bummer, wouldn't you think?

Well, there was something he wouldn't be bummed out about...

Leaning over, your noses barely touching as you asked the one important question on the tip of your tongue, “If I get you an extra bottle of Advil… Will you eat me out?”

The response couldn't get any better, as he smirked.

“If you get me ice cream, I will.”

“You've got cream right here, dumbass.”

The chuckle that left your lips felt sinister. Followed by a smirk as you straddled him. Hands pressed against the sheets as you rested mere inches above his face. Dripping down onto his dumbfounded face.

“Well? Get to it, lover boy.”

Oh, he loved this game again.

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @rigorwhoring

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[st4rrth0ughts]

There's not enough sub!Sampo out there thank you for writing it <3 I just want to put him in a mating press and breed him. Maybe be his sugar daddy and make him wear slutty outfits. He's a whore (affectionatly)

a/n :aghsshsk anon you read my mind holy shit (+ tw, sampo being a little shit) [edit, sorry for the long ass wait, anon, i lost motivation T-T

Sampo being fucked silly by sugar daddy reader. 💎💚

Its a match made in heaven, whether the unspoken feelings between you two went unsaid or not. You wanted company, and had too much money for yourself to spend alone. Sampo was more than willing to be the one for you to dote on. Its pretty nice, coffee dates, spoling your purple haired sweetheart, you could say that the cunning man knew the effect he had on you. But sometimes, he steps out of line, flirting with other people, even he needs some punishment.

You knew Sampo was probably doing this just to get on your nerves. Its no secret that he's always turned on by you manhandling him in the bedroom like he was a toy. Perhaps the last straw for you was when he sent you photos while you were at work, with your pretty sugar baby in a outfit that made your cock bulge embarrassingly large in your pants. He was making a lewd face at the camera, a vibrator shoved into his pussy with the caption, wish it was you inside me, sweetheart <33. When you get home, he's protesting as you drag and lock him in the bedroom, but the glint in his eyes tell you that he knew damn well this would happen.

Fuck him in that outfit he was wearing earlier, tears pricking his eyes as you stuff the vibrator into his cunt, turning it at max speed while he whimpers and begs you to have mercy on him, saying he'll be your good boy. Well, too late for that, you think as he throws his head back, squirting hard around the toy, as you gently coo and let it continue to overstimulate him, fingers finding their way to trace over his nub, making him arch against the bed like a cat in heat. His eyes are wide open as he throws his head back, his arms restrained by the handcuffs bounding him to the bed post.

Reaching down and burying your face into his cunt, your tongue plunging into his cushy walls, making him squeal and pull agaisnt his restraints so hard its bruising his wrists. Despite all that, he's still being a good boy and keeping his legs open for you to ravish him, and your all too happy to oblige. Stuffing another finger into his pussy as you find spots so deep in him the thief is seeing stars as he bucks his hips into the air. He lets out a pretty wail when you shove your length into him at one go, his stomach bulging from the sheer size of you, which is something he'll never get used to.

Fondle his tits as your cock pounds into him from behind as he arches his back harshly, he’ll claw at the sheets, your back, your arms, but it’s futile as your hands maintain their grip on his waist, your mouth and soft lips roaming over his neck. His cunt is dripping while his head lolls back, dazed eyes looking back at you. lifting him up from the bed as your hands hold him, his legs dangling over the ground limply as your cock hits all the right spots deep in him, his cum leaking around you and forming a small pool on the carpet, his hands trying to claw at your arms as he whines out for you to stop, only to cry softly when you actually do show signs of slowing down, stuffing two fingers down his throat to muffle him as he’s left midair being fucked silly by you.

Getting him into a mating press while he panics slightly at how deep you push into him, your cock fits so much nicer like this, and he shrieks when you start to fuck his cervix. His hands held above him in a firm grasp as he tries to struggle away from you, begging for a break as your length splits him open again, loud wails and sobs filling the room as his knees are folded to his chest, aeons, he can feel you fucking his cervix so harshly that the bed is creaking from your movements. he comes undone with a sharp moan, his body laying limp against the pillow, but oh dear, your not done with him. Your sure he can handle just a few more rounds for his daddy, cant he?

[squigglewigglewoo]

Can I request for where Yandere dazai is down bad for reader/fem. That when reader finally allows him to have her, he rips multiple orgasms and keeps her panties for later use..

(✧) warnings: half of these warning depend on his you see the fic, perv behavior, slight noncon, possible drugging, intoxication, alcohol, mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, yandere behavior, manhandling, overstimulation, possible manipulation? Dazai not listening when you say no more, dacryphilia, slight blood play? sadistic dazai bc have you seen that man? he was literally in prison and has 138 counts of aggravated murder, no way he's not a sadistic fuck. mentions of masterbation, mentions of head (male receiving). fem bodied reader, pet names, degradation, praise, sugar coated degradation, Dazais a liar, mentions of chuuya, dazai literally covers his darling in marks, bruises, bites, hickeys, cuts, claw marks, hand prints. readers mentioned to wear a dress clothing, I wrote this with my clit and it's not proof read. lowercase writing, english is my first language but I suck at it, bare with me. ik ur reading this bestie, u a little freak but ily<3 NSFW below the cut, MDNI, ageless blogs will be blocked!

(✦) summary: oh, when you finally agree, although with a little bit of help from being under the influence, who is Dazai to say no? 519 words~

(✧) (a/n): I'm sorry I've been silent for so long! got a little too silly and almost got sent to a mental hospital, I'm back though!! exams are coming up so if there's radio silence again, I apologize!! this'll be short, it's 3:46 and my anemia is killing me.

(✦) pairing(s): yandere!Dazai x fem bodied!darling!reader

(✧) listening to~ Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe

the empty sake bottle's forgotten on the ground, Dazais hand eagerly undressing you and near tearing your shirt sundress off as he presses you onto the couch, your head thrown back against the armrest, head spinning from both Dazais lips on your neck and the affects of the alcohol. you usually don't get drunk this easily, nor does your head spin like this. what was going on?

"it's alright, pretty girl, I got you, I'll make you feel good." Dazai shushes you whimper and squirm, one hand firm on your hip, the other slides up your back, unclasping your bra and kneading at your breasts. his hands rest at your hips once more, pulling your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket, a little keepsake for later. he kisses you, his grasp tight on you as he bends and folds you, his belt falling to the floor before he rams into you, making you cry out from the sudden wave of both pain and pleasure.

your legs wrap around his waist, his lips swallowing your pained moans as he fucks you at a brutal pain, murmuring something about "god, you're taking me so well.. should've done this ages ago if you felt this good the whole time.." that your fuzzy, intoxicated brain can't understand. done what? what's he talking about? Dazais nails dig into the fat of your thighs, your pussy squeezing around him as he fucks your cervix, making your tummy twist and turn, your body flushing. cumming with a loud cry, you claw at his clothed back, the man having been to impatient undress himself, whining out for him to stop, that it hurts, and he only laughs, fucking you harder, and you feel another orgasm build up.

"c'mon, didn't you want this, why're you asking me to stop now? don't you wanna feel good?" he taunts, his nails drawing blood, his hold so tight it bruises your thighs. his eyes gleam at the sight of your tears and the small pearls of blood, kissing the tears away as they roll down your cheeks. he kisses you, pulling away and licking at your swollen, red lips, and he can't help out Imagine what they'd look like around his cock. he'd kill anyone else who even thought of you like this, he was sure of it, you where his, his belladonna and his alone.

what will chuuya think when he sees you with Dazai, covered in hickeys and bite marks that the brunette most definitely isn't going to let you hide, why would you, anyways? there's no need to hide if he's the only man your seeing, right? Dazai cums inside you as your second orgasm rushed over you just minutes after the first, Dazai slows, pulling out and watching his cum flow out of your abused hole before flipping you over, sliding right back into your cunt and grabbing the fat of your ass, squeezing as he leans over your figure, whispering in a hushed, near scolding tone. "oh, you didn't think we were done, did you? we still have the whole night left, sweetheart. get comfortable, your not getting a break any time soon."

masterlist!

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[sethsclearwater]

Picture this:

Paul finds out your exes never bothered to go down on you and he shows you what you’ve been missing out on. Man goes ✨FeRaL✨

HE WOULD😭😭

...

"are you serious?" paul asked incredulously, his expression looked like a mix between angry and sad, something you couldn't quite place your finger on.

you had just finished explaining to paul that none of your exes ever went down on you and he was... disturbed to say the least.

"swear on my life," you giggled, rolling your eyes, finding it a bit crazy that he was so distraught about something as silly as oral sex.

"spread your legs," he ordered, sitting up so he could get between your legs, not waiting for you to comply with his order before he was manhandling them open himself.

"paul you seriously don't-" you started, gasping when he swatted at your hip, shushing you.

"now you're gonna sit here like a good girl and let me go down on you for as long as i want, okay?" he asked, though his tone suggested you didn't have much choice in the matter, "don't wanna hear any complaining from you," he added with a grumble, eliciting a series of giggles from you as he hooked his fingers around your shorts and panties, making quick work of tugging them down your legs before tossing them to the side.

you didn't even have a moment to argue with him before he was diving down in between your legs, immediately latching onto your clit like his life depended on it. you let out a loud moan at the foreign, but incredibly pleasurable sensation, arching your back up off the bed and quickly knotting your fingers through his inky hair.

"fuck paul-" you whined as he used one hand to hold your hip in place while he used his other hand to slide down to your entrance, carefully swirling around one finger before he was pressing it inside of you, pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to the stretch before he was curling it inside you.

you let out another lewd moan as he brushed his finger against a particularly spongy spot in your heat, whining as paul sucked a bit harder on your clit in response to your moans.

it wasn't long before he was swirling another finger around your entrance, slowly pushing it inside so he could gently scissor your velvet walls apart. he pulled his mouth away from your clit for a moment, resulting in you taking a moment to catch your breath, but he was quick to blow cold air against the sensitive bud, sending your brain into another tizzy as you tried to process all the new, pleasurable sensations coursing through your body.

he was curling his fingers inside you, making sure he was stroking that particularly sensitive spot with each movement as he latched back onto your clit. your grip on his hair tightened, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat as he barely grazed his teeth over your clit, forcing another loud moan out of you.

"fuck me-" you whined as you quickly realized you weren't going to last nearly as long as you thought you would, the all too familiar coil in your belly quickly tightening as you felt your climax nearing.

paul knew it too, absolutely feral over the fact that he was the one making you feel so good, "you can cum kitten," paul murmured, lifting his mouth from your clit for only a moment before he was diving back in.

he pulled his fingers out of you, instead replacing them with his mouth, eagerly lapping up all your fluids as his fingers found your clit, slowly rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers.

you had no idea his tongue could feel so good, letting out a loud sigh as he dipped his tongue inside your walls, slowly thrusting the muscle in and out of your tight entrance while he continued rolling your clit between his digits.

"fuck paul i'm-" you whimpered, unable to finish your sentence before the coil in your belly snapped and you met your release, tightening your fingers in paul's hair as you rode out your orgasm, allowing paul to eagerly lap up every last bit of your release with his tongue.

you were sucking in lungfuls of air as you came came down from your high, slowly uncurling your fingers from paul's hair to gently scratch at his scalp, a silent apology for presumably nearly ripping his hair out.

paul spent a few more moments licking stripes up and down your pussy before he was pressing a soft kiss to your clit that had you whining, "taste so fuckin' good," he murmured as he got out from in between your legs, tugging you close to his side and smiling when you were quick to curl into him, "good?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer but he wanted to hear you say it anyways.

"so good," you whispered, smiling as you peeked up at him, "thank you," you added, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips that he gladly returned, melting into it for a moment before parting from your lips.

"just so you know i'm gonna be doing that every morning from now on," he mused cockily, chuckling when you rolled your eyes and giggled, already knowing there was no use in arguing with him.

what paul lahote wanted, paul lahote got.

[princessbrunette]

alright. in your profesh opinion bcos my brain kept going back n forth

jj and rafe being called "dad" vs "daddy"

do they both like both, or one over the other, is one of them a firm no. like what are the vibes here

the professional has arrived take a seat get comfy cuddle a throw pillow.

like what we discussed on your blog, you start calling jj dad and it’s kinda like a fun silly little joke yk ?? like yeah this is dad <3 he tells me what to do ! <3 and jj is just like ok girlie whatever u want idc. and honestly, he’s fine with dad domestically just in your day to day life. but when you fuck, he prefers daddy. he’s a little more simple as a man, and daddy is just more sexual to him. you’re a long term future investment to him, yk? he wants to actually give you kids one day (so does rafe but his pea brain doesn’t go too far ahead) so he wants to kinda keep that separate to sex probably .

rafe is the opposite. he looooves “daddy” domestically. wants you to call him daddy infront of his friends when you bring his drink over from the golf cart, say “stoppp daddy” infront of barry when he manhandles you a little too hard to sit still, even smile sweetly n say “thank you daddy” when he taps his card at the nail salon infront of the lady who did them….. but the minute things heat up….. its just easier for him to shorten the word yk! “y’gonna fuckin’ listen to dad next time or what, huh?” all aggressive in your ear whilst he pounds you from the back, holding your face in his grip. likes it when you clamber all over him after a party, drunk and loose, slurring out a “c’n i have it please, dad?” even just a simple “hi dad” against his mouth when he joins you in the shower, him leaving a big wet smooch against ur mouth <3

[moshpitgamma]

DARDYDFYXDRDF I LOVE YOUR SMUT WRITING!! CAN YOU DO ROCK ZOMBIE BRANCH AND POPPY WITH A SHY READER NSFW HEADCANONS OR ONESHOT??

Finna tell both of them LEMME BUSS A NUTTT😝✨, but ofcc I can write one😏. ENJOYYYY!!

Rock Branch x Shy Reader x Rock Poppy||NSFW Headcannons

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☠️✨Being in a relationship with them automatically means you’re up for freaky shit 24/7.

☠️✨Rock Zombie Branch is the type of man to wanna always have his hands on you or inside of your clothes. It usually results in you getting flustered and turnt on by his boldness and neediness.

☠️✨Rock Zombie Poppy is the type of girl to whisper R rated things in your ear or wrap her hand around your neck to put you in your place whenever you speak out of term.

☠️✨Branch is 100% a power bottom and just subs to you and Poppy if you guys command him to do something (mostly Poppy)

☠️✨Poppy is a top and will go by top rules anytime she feels like you or Branch is trying to assert dominance or you guys are being brats.

☠️✨POPPY LIVES FOR PUNISHMENTS!!! This girl is a mean Dom and she is praying and hoping y’all step outta line just so she can punish y’all and feel pleasure.

☠️✨Poppy’s kinks are: Overstimulation, degrading, bondage, and edging

☠️✨Branch’s Kinks are: Bondage, praising, voyeursim, and sadism

☠️✨Branch sometimes encourages you to be rough with him, but you sometimes disagree or turn it down cause you don’t wanna hurt your good boy.😏

☠️✨Poppy on the other hand likes to make you watch her manhandle and give Branch pleasure by causing tiny pulses of pain or light slaps to the face or ass

☠️✨If you start to bottom out or get shy when speaking to Poppy, she will grab you by your neck and force you to look at her. (MAJOR TURN ON😝😫)

☠️✨Branch loves to make marks on your body and sometimes sinks his teeth in you just to get a good taste of his s/o delicate red liquid (blood🤭)

☠️✨Poppy isn’t one to make noise during sex, but will give praises and occasional groans if you and Branch please her very well that day

☠️✨BRANCH WHINES LIKE A PORNSTAR!!! Whenever he gets too loud from the pleasure, Poppy has to either make out with him or you make him give you head, so he can put them vibrations to good use🤭

☠️✨Poppy likes giving than she does receiving, but enjoys it nun of the less

☠️✨Branch loves to give. He’s ok with receiving but he just wants to please you and Poppy.

☠️✨Poppy will often tease you and Branch in public and will do it in a crowd. She would also say if you and Branch get caught, she’s gonna punish you both when y’all get home. For her it adds to the adrenaline and excitement of her getting to fuck y’all silly

☠️✨Aftercare for them is just a whole bunch of cuddles and a warm grouped bubble bath…

Sorry for being inactive for a long time. Ive just been dealing with a lot of mental health problems resulting some distant family and I just wanted to let y’all know that I’m ok and that more stories are coming soon!!! Also thank the ones that’s been checking in on me🤍🤎 I really appreciate you all!!!

[lovelaetter]

“save me rosé in a frustrated marriage with a boring husband who wants to have fun in life again, save me 😢” you and that anon might have cooked…

imagine hér starting an affair with you because of how frustrating the boring sex life she has with her husband gets; so tired of faking her orgasms and him not being able to fuck her properly :(

you come into the picture and quite literally change her life. her just being so timid trying new things she couldn’t do with her husband, letting you use her because it just feels “so good”. you who obviously doesn’t resist, even though you should because she’s your boss and you could lose your job, but when she looks at you so naively and so desperate to cum with hér doe eyes, you physically can’t stop your desires.

you take such good care of her, but i’m obsessed w being so rough with her—GOD. groping, manhandling, dumbifying her? damn near breaking her in half. taunting her at every chance you get and saying something silly like “why don’t you answer the phone, baby?” when her stupid husband calls while you give her orgasm after orgasm, leaving her (and her office) a mess, sometimes leading to her passing out, your suit and her bare thighs covered in her slick.

just wanna shove her pretty face and pin her naked against the floor to ceiling windows of her big ass office while you take her from the back, telling her that you’re “showing the whole city how good you are for me,” while she’s reduced to sobs and mewls.

you are so mean to hér but she wouldn’t change a thing about it because the sex is too good 😌 but she swears her husband is a good man and would never hurt him! she swears!

(extra thought: g!p you threatening to fuck a baby in her just to spite her husband bc you’re a little shit. plus leaving hickeys in the most inconvenient spots for her to hide)

🥀, who will be taking a long needed break from the rosé brainrot and reconnect with nature after this <3

anon, i don’t have anything to add to this like… the SIZE of your brain !!

the bit about getting her pregnant specifically is making me spiral, thinking about her begging for you to not cum inside her and at same time wrapping her legs around you to not let you go and having to deal with your cum sliding down her thighs after, scared because her skirt is not that long and she thinks everyone can see the mess between her legs :(

[notjustjavierpena]

Gum

A/N: Absolutely nervous to post my very first Frankie Morales piece! This is dedicated to his main bitch @gracieispunk 💖❤️ Hope you all enjoy. 

Summary: You have time to work from home, but there’s just one problem and it’s Frankie’s mind numbing gum-chewing. 

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), hurried and desperate sex, dirty talk, piv sex, a little manhandling, tickling, creampie, established relationship, fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49105711

Gum

The sun has warmed up the living room the past few hours where it’s been at its hottest. You’ve made yourself a glass of iced tea, sitting only in your underwear with one leg tucked underneath you on one of the dining chairs in yours and Frankie’s apartment.

You aren’t alone on this Sunday full of work; Frankie is watching TV with a beer in his hand not far from you, relaxed as ever since his daughter is with her mother. He has lowered the volume of his program significantly since he knows that you are not simply doom-scrolling on your computer. You have a big week ahead of you at work, and he knows not to disturb your workflow. 

Everything is perfect. The warmth, the afternoon breeze coming in through the window of the kitchen-dining area, and the iced tea that’s placed at a safe distance from your laptop. Everything is great… except that stupid piece of chewing gum that Frankie is mindlessly chewing.

You know it’s silly, know that he is allowed to have just one vice that you absolutely cannot stand, but does he have to do it right now? Right when you have to concentrate? It drives you up the fucking wall.

“Frankie, baby,” you groan, the tapping on your keyboard coming to a halt.

“What’s up?” He asks absentmindedly, after all, there’s a nature documentary on. 

“Please, please,” you turn on your chair, looking at him over the backrest, “Please spit it out.”

“What?” He sounds genuinely confused, finally tearing his eyes away from the screen.

“Your gum.”

“Oh, this?” He chews several times, loudly and obnoxiously whilst sporting a shit-eating grin, “Nah, don’t think so. Not when you’re being all fuckin’ boring with your computer. I’m not competing against technology.”

That stupid tease doesn’t hear himself, you think to yourself. He leaves you no choice. You haul yourself up from the chair and cross the living room with determination. Consciously blocking the view of the television, you stop in front of him. He eyes you from beneath his brown curls and hat, his gaze going from your head to your toe and back again, but he doesn’t seem bothered since you’re practically half-naked in front of him. 

“Spit it out, it’s disgusting,” you say as firmly as you can muster. You hold a hand out in front of his mouth, palm upwards, “Francisco.”

Frankie places the beer bottle on the coffee table. He leans back into the sofa, smirking up at you.

“Oh, you’re using my real name. Scary,” he smacks his lips as he chews again, “I don’t think so, no, baby.”

“Ugh,” you groan once again with a bit more frustration, “You leave me no choice.”

You straddle him to distract him (he is a man), a knee on either side of his lap. He lets out an oh hello and doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, he rests his rough hands on your thighs and presses his fingertips into your skin. It’s time for you to strike. 

“What’re you—!” Frankie’s sentence is cut short and turned into a gargle of words instead. You have shoved two fingers into his mouth, searching out the gum and making him gag a little. He tries biting down on your fingers, but you’re quick to retrieve what you want from him and pull your fingers back out. You hold the little piece of peace-disturbing gum between your fingers before reaching back to put it into the half-empty bottle on the coffee table. 

“Hey!” Frankie pants, taken aback by what has just happened. He even looks a little unsure, still processing. Eventually, he furrows his brow, “Fuck you, man.”

“Sorry,” you giggle innocently. You turn his cap around so the brim is at the back, placing a sweet kiss on his still-open mouth. Your giggles turn into a squeak of surprise as Frankie tickles you, fingertips digging into your sides where you are the most sensitive. He holds you in place as you do it, fighting you as you try to squirm away. 

“Stop! Oh my God, Frankie!” You laugh loudly, body shaking and even accidentally snorting, “Shit!” 

“Oh no, you did not just snort like a piglet,” Frankie laughs too now, but his torture goes on. You find yourself trying to move back on his thighs to be able to stand again. 

“Don’t— hahaha! Don’t think I’m having fun! Tickling— aaaa! It’s literally the body’s reaction to expecting pain!” You push on his chest.

“Stop being clever, piglet,” he drags you closer to him again, pulling you by the globes of your ass and it causes the slightest friction between your legs as you are dragged over his rough jeans. Accidentally, of course, you moan softly instead of laughing.

Everything stops, even time for the tiniest bit of a second. The two of you look at each other like you’re trying to read the other’s mind, and then he kisses you and you melt into him. It’s rough, primal, and hurried. 

His hands skim up your sides, fingers dragging over the place where he has just tickled you, before coming up to unclasp your bra. He breaks the kiss to pull it off your shoulders, considers throwing it across the room but then tightens the fabric between two fingers and shoots it off into the living room like an elastic band.

“Are you actually joking with me?” You try to make it seem like you’re frustrated with him once more, but the goofy smile on his face makes it hard to not mirror his expression.

“Take off your pretty little panties,” he says, which isn’t exactly a response. It is hot though.

“Just pull ‘em to the side. I have work to do,” you mumble, looking down between you to unzip his jeans. They come undone quickly, and he helps you get his cock out as he lifts his hips off the couch so you can tug his pants down around his thighs along with his underwear. 

“Ever the romantic, baby, exactly why I fell for you,” he scoffs softly yet still follows orders. He yanks the small piece of fabric along your cunt to the side, swearing loudly as you get onto your knees to hold his dick in place before sliding down onto it. 

You gasp in unison, but you don’t wait for him to say anything before you do the first roll of your hips and set up a quick rhythm. He stretches you open in the best familiar way, the intoxicating sting making goosebumps rise on your skin as you start to ride him in earnest. 

His thighs twitch underneath you, his body clearly taken aback by how fast you are already going, but you haven’t promised him slow at any point. Your fingers dig into his shirt, your pelvis pushing firmer against him.

“That busy?” He groans into the room, leaning back on the couch and letting you have your way with him, “I’m not— fuck, you’re filthy, baby. Not gonna last like this.”

The hurried pace builds your climax quickly, stirring behind your throbbing clit and tugging all the way toward the base of your spine. The heat is delicious, coating your inside with a want that has sprouted from nothing but being close to Frankie.

“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” you moan loudly.

“Don’t want it to be over,” he gasps, tugging you closer until he can bury his face in your chest. He kisses between your breasts over and over, open-mouthed and hot. Even whimpers as he nears his edge, “Slow down, baby. Please.”

“Then fuck me,” you groan, hands going up to tug at his hair. His hat tumbles off his head and onto the floor when you yank his head back and swallow down his gasp by kissing him.

“Make me,” you add. 

It’s a whirlwind of movement in the next moment, but you whine as you feel him slip out of you. Your cunt clenches involuntarily at the loss of pressure, your climax fading rapidly from your grasp. 

Soon, Frankie slams you down into the couch and the leather slaps against your skin. The rippling sound almost drowns out the volume of TV and a part of you feels dirty for interrupting David Attenborough with your filthy mouth. Frankie doesn’t even have time to settle between your legs before you are crying demands at him. 

“Fuck, fuck, put it back, I was so fucking close, baby,” you writhe about, lifting one leg over the back of the couch to spread your legs as much as possible. It oughta make you irresistible. 

“Shhh,” Frankie soothes, strong hands finding your hips and yanking you towards himself after getting onto his knees. He guides his cock all the way back into you until it bumps against your cervix, giving you no warning whatsoever. It makes you gasp in relief when you feel full again. 

“Fuck me,” you plead shakily, no clue where this surge of pathetic nonsense is coming from. If he doesn’t soon, there’ll be actual tears in your eyes. 

“Extra fuckin’ needy, were you— shit— were you that bored over there by your dumb Word doc?” Frankie taunts, leaning down over you and putting a hand beside your leg on the back of the couch. He slams his hips into you, almost sending you backward, but you manage to wrap your other leg around his waist before you slip from his grasp. 

Frankie’s belt jingles around his thighs with each of his thrusts, jeans surely giving him rug burn but he powers through to fuck you until you feel too stupid to continue working. The undone zipper gnaws into your skin, his cock slides over your g-spot and his gaze feels like fire where it rests on your bouncing tits. 

“Fuuuck,” you drag the word out, it wavering from the force behind each rocking motion of Frankie’s hips. You are whimpering to the point of tears, climax building steadily once more, “Baby. Please.”

Frankie guides your other leg around his waist, moving the hand on the backrest to lie flat beside your head. He leans further down over you, rocking into you with more force, “You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You nod again and again, teeth sunk into your bottom lip, “Yes, fuck, yes—“

Immediately, you sneak a hand down between your legs. Firstly further down than where you actually need it to explore where Frankie is stretching you wide open. Your fingers then follow along your labia until you can rub your clit in tight and fast circles. All the while, you grab your breast with your free hand to squeeze and massage it as you feel yourself slipping off the edge.

You come so hard that your vision blurs for a moment. It knocks the wind out of you, mouth falling open in a silent cry of Frankie’s name as you enjoy the clenching of your heat. 

It takes Frankie one, two, three more thrusts before he comes inside of you with a loud hitch of his breath. He stills his hips after that, empties himself inside of you with a groan at each spurt of come. He breathes heavily with you, slips out of you, volume going down slowly as the post-coital bliss sets in.

When you don’t say anything, he buries his head in your neck, kisses you there, and laughs softly due to the dopamine high that takes over. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders, hugging him tightly. 

“I think I might be done for the day. I’ll clock out online,” you giggle, head turning and dipping down to blow a raspberry on his cheek. He grimaces but smiles. 

“We just had sex during company hours?”

“Don’t tell my boss.”

“Tell your boss?” Frankie scrambles for the cap which has fallen to the floor. He puts it on your head despite it being a little awkward when you are lying down, “Baby, I’m proud of you.”

You stick your tongue out at him, “Shut up… and let me go clean up.”

Frankie crawls off of you with a teasing grin, lets you leave the couch whilst he pulls up his boxers and jeans again. 

You waddle to the bathroom. 

When you come back, you find him as before; on the now-clean couch, watching TV legend David Attenborough talk about coral reefs and… chewing on another stick of gum. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you say as you pick up your bra from where it had landed on the floor earlier. 

When you plop down beside him, you hold out your hand with your palm upward. Frankie gives you a look, but you sigh dramatically, “Not that again. I mean it as in gimme some.”

[secretivemessenger]

Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Heavy fingering! Nipple play! Squirting! (Pantalone)! Riding! Pet names! Belly bulge! (Tartaglia)! Humiliation! Facefucking! Brat taming! (Scaramouche)! Lab sex! Rough sex! (Dottore)! missionary! Back scratching! Biting! (Capitano)! Manhandling! Soft to rough! (Pierro)!

Note: i know i said i won’t be writing long shit for a while since i had some lack of motivation- BUT, I suddenly got the urge to write this. So yeah 😀. Currently 4am so don’t mind if there is any mistakes

Pantalone

Pantalone adores you a bit too much, he just loves you lots and is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

If you just simply want to ravish his pretty body then he’s all yours, or you just want to buy yourself a little treat then he’s more than willing to give you as much mora as you wish for.

One of the biggest and obvious benefits of being his lover is the things he gives you. He always likes to shower you with his gifts, it can be count as his love language.

And it specifically make him extremely happy when he see’s you wear something he gave to you. it’s insanely adorable how his eyes shone once when you wore the dark blue sweater he gave you.

Just as much as he likes to give you his little gifts, he also enjoys it when you do things for him. Like having you fill him up till he’s a sobbing mess, or just simply pampering and praising him while gently stroking at his hair.

Pantalone can also be very demanding. He is a very straight forward man after all. If he wants something he will not hesitate to get it. So if he wants you to just fuck him dumb right on top of his office then you’ll have to do it. Not like you’re complaining about it anyways.

His back was pressed down against his own desk, pantalone was bare naked for you while you still had your clothes on. The squelching sound of your fingers fucking inside his wet hole mixed perfectly with his sweet moans.

“Nghh…ahh please no more” pantalone let out a helpless cry. But instead of stopping you only moved your fingers faster. “Do you really wish for me to stop? Just say so and I’ll stop” you said with a smile looking directly at his eyes.

Biting his lips he gave it a thought before spatting with an adorable whine “please, give me more”. Giving him exactly what he wanted. You added a third finger and started fucking it in and out of him at a hight pace. His body couldn’t stop squirming around, back arched beautifully for you. He looked so mesmerising in such position.

Leaning down you gave his pecs a little kiss earning you a surprised gasp. Taking it as a sign you took his nipple inside your warm mouth, sucking at it harshly while twirling your tongue around it. Biting it every now and then. All that while still fingering him open.

His body was already an overstimulated mess, he himself was surprised he hasn’t come yet. But once you pulled out you fingers and replaced it with your cock, he couldn’t stop himself from squirting all over himself. He screamed your name loudly as it just kept coming out.

He looked quite fucked up even tho you just put it in. You wonder how would he last when you start fucking him silly with your cock.

Tartaglia

Childe is the definition of the so called puppy boy. Probably because of his little habit of following you around like a little lost pup.

You don’t mind it, actually it’s the quite opposite, you find it extremely adorable the way he stalks behind you everywhere you go.

He wishes for nothing other than your satisfaction. He’s willing to do anything you want and give you everything you need without asking for a thing in return. 

If he were to take anything from you it would be the little praises when he does a good job for you. He finds his own satisfaction from pleasing you. Being a good boy for you is all he does.

He craves your touch all the time, even if he doesn’t ask for it you know that he just wants you close to him in anyway possible, he just wants the heat of your body against him. Still he doesn’t wish to be a greedy one fearing you’ll despise him after.

But in reality you’re more than willing to give him what he wants, after all he has been nothing other than a perfect puppy for you, and a good puppy deserves a reward for their hard work <3.

When you told him he can do anything he wanted with you he got so happy, you actually feared the smile he had on might rip his face apart from how wide it was.

He giggled at himself before telling you what he wanted “i want to ride you, please?” he said with hopeful eyes. And who were you to deny him after being such a good boy for you all this time. “Sure. Go ahead, please yourself”

And there he is, going up and down on your cock. You wanted to help him out but he specifically said to let him do things on his own.

He supported himself by placing his hands on your shoulders while you sat back against the couch. Watching the way he moves on your cock, the way it disappears inside of him and pop up against his tummy. He looked gorgeous with the way his eyes teared up you couldn’t help not to tease him.

Thrusting up against him with no warning made his knees feel weak, it made him squeal loudly. He looked up at you with teary eyes you almost felt bad. You just smiled at him and praised. “Cmon be a good pup and continue moving. Or do you want me to do it” he whined before answering “I’ll do it”.

He continued to abuse his hole on his own as you just watched him like he was some kind of a show. He looked like mess, as his cock leaked lots of precum. Your cock bulging against his stomach was the cutest thing ever, you barely held back on just slamming him on the couch and fucking him on your own. But you have to respect your darling’s wish. So you let him continue on his own, for now atleast.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the polar opposite of childe. He is the actual definition of an arrogant little brat, If it wasn’t obvious already.

He has a bad habit of looking down on people especially those who he deems nothing but weak mortals.

He even looks down on you, His lover. Constantly raising his voice at you, ordering you around like you’re one of his subordinates. If someone saw you they would not believe that you have such special bond together.

He’s absolutely not the type to show affection, especially when in public. He feels like falling in love is such a humiliating thing and that everyone looks down on him for it. So he makes sure to act arrogantly with you when there is people around. To show them that he still have the dominant hand.

But do you care about his behaviour? No not at all. He can continue acting like a brat as much as he wants, it just gives you better satisfaction when you start breaking his little pride Till he’s nothing but a putty at your mercy.

He can say whenever he wants to you in public but you know damn well you can very much easily just bend him over anytime and have your way with him.

You seated yourself on the little chair while looking in-front of you as scaramouche stood there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Why? He himself doesn’t know reason.

“On your knees” you said in a rather calm voice.

Hearing your words made his little ego drop. And it made anger rise in him. YOU want HIM to get on his knees? Just because your his lover you think you have the power to order him around like that. “Huh who do you think you are”

It honestly started to get irritating, and it just made the thought of breaking him grow more inside of you. “Hurry up and get on your knees instead of making things worse for yourself”. Your sudden change in tone made his body shiver, he didn’t know why but his body reacted on it’s own. Swallowing up his pride and getting down on his knees between your legs, letting out a small whine.

“Suck me off” these three words made his face heat up real quick. He looked up at you like you were crazy or something. The shock being too great he forgot how to talk. “You go the easy way out do it on your own, or i can just shove my cock down your throat on my own.” A mischievous smile spread against your face “which one would you prefer hmm?”

Gosh how could you say such things with a straight face. It made him embarrassed, he would never admit it tho. He was too deep in his thoughts to even realize the amount of time that had passed, the patience you had quickly drained. “I guess your choice is the latter”. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, but it was already too late for him

It’s like his consciousness stopped for a moment and when it returned your cock was already deep down his throat. A little glare was all he could give, but it only made you chuckle at his pathetic move.

If he continues to be a brat then just fuck it out of him, yes it’s that easy. Grab his hair and shove him down till he kisses your abdomen. Watch while he grips at your thighs for support. Tears running down his face uncontrollably, droll dripping down his chin. He looked fucked out already even tho you just started. And you weren’t gonna stop till he’s nothing but an obedient doll for you.

Dottore

Dottore views everything as an experiment, even the relationship you both have was nothing but a mere experiment to him. Until these “feelings” got involved.

Dottore was someone who had little to no understanding of human emotions. Let alone ‘love’. But being with you changed that, you were destined to be with him. Or so he believes.

He believes that you’re meant to teach him all the things that he doesn’t know or understand. And with time he became obsessed with you, so much to the point where he’s willing to take anything your able to give to him.

You’re his just like he’s yours. He won’t mind being your little toy, as long as you keep teaching him all these new things. Especially about his body. Together you explored all the parts of his body that could give him the feeling of euphoria.

Learning all of these new things about his body was certainly interesting, not just for him but for you too. You observed the way his body would react to every touch you make on it.

His reactions always leaves you in aww. No matter how many times you fuck him dumb it would always feel like the first time.

Fucking him in his lab is always hot. Knowing that anyone could possibly enter, a fatui agent, a harbinger, or one of his clones. But thats the fun part of it.

Pressing his face against the wall, while you thrust in and out of him. One hand holding his waist, and the other pulling on his harness.

His muffled up moans is all he could let out as you continued to ram his used hole. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back against you. Begging for even more fraction. “Please sir.. fuck me harder” he said while looking back at you with temping eyes.

Snapping your hips against his harshly while pulling back his harness. It made his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Head clouded with lust and only one thought, he wants to cum so soo bad. But when he wanted to jerk himself off you thrusted directly on his prostate. It made his hands shoot up to hold onto the wall for support.

You continued fucking against him, hitting his pleasurable spot over and over again. “Instead of playing with your cock, why don’t we see if you can cum with only your ass hmm. What do you think?” you whispered near his ears making a shiver run up his spine.

Letting out a loud breath “fuck me harder then” a mocking smile spread on his face despite the fact that it’s soaked in tears and drool.

“What a greedy whore. Alright you asked for it”. if he wanted it this way then he have no right to complain after about how sore his body feels.

Capitano

Capitano is very much clueless about relationships and such. Because he’s so new to this he knows nothing about it so you’re gonna have to teach him little by little.

Go easy on and don’t rush him. Start by the simple things of how to enjoy some quality time together. A little date, a walk around together, or just having a small chat in his office. Doing that will deepen the relationship you two have.

After you get closer he’ll become more comfortable to physical touch’s. At first small little peaks is all he can do but in no time he was able to last in heavy make out sessions. Grip at his waist and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, listen to how he whines in the middle of the kiss. It’s all new to him to the point of it becoming overstimulating.

He was very sensitive to the kisses you too shared not knowing about the amount of pleasure he can get from other parts of his body. Starting with overstimulating his nipples to ramming your fingers against his prostate. All the new things he started experiencing with you were incredibly overwhelming, yet it felt fucking amazing.

He now looks forward to it everytime that you call him over for some tension release.

You had no idea why capitano called you in first. Usually when you wanted to do anything together you’ll be the one who have to make the first move. Well guess things change.

The moment you arrived you knew why he called you in because of the way he was acting. And you were honestly quite tempted to tease him, but you know better than to do that. Because he can kill you off just as fast. So you jumped straight to the point.

Seating yourself perfectly between his legs, already balls deep inside of him resulting in a deep groan to be let out from him. “Ngh.. hurry up and move already” chuckling at his demanding words “yes sir”. Before starting to slowly pull out till only the tips inside, and ramming back inside.

The satisfaction of being stretched open felt so good. Capitano wrapped his hands around you for support. Digging his nails in your back. “Loosen up a bit. My dick can barely breath” you said w a light laugh.

With a deep sigh. He tried to relax so you can move easily inside of him. Your thrusts started growing in speed bit by bit. As deep moans escape capitano.

Leaning down you started sucking at his neck which added to the pleasure he was feeling. Leaving hickeys all over it before biting it out of nowhere. He would’ve screamed if he didn’t mange to hold himself back. He Shot a glare at you which quickly disappeared once your movement speed increased.

His eyes became dazed as the pleasure was starting to get too overwhelming for him. For someone like him he was very sensitive. It’s truly adorable. It just makes you want to ravish him even more, turn him into your perfect toy.

But maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud. You still wish to hold on to your head after all.

Pierro

Pierro might as well be considered the most ‘calm’ of the other harbingers. He lived for far too long, and has experienced a fair amount of relationships to understand what he’s doing.

A life as pierros lover is real calm and relaxing, you have no arguments, great communication, and a nice relationship overall.

The most struggle pierro have is being the leader of the harbingers. He is always expected to be so strong and smart, everyone thinks that he can and will do everything for the fatui. And he will. Yet it’s still quite tiring.

All the work he have to do always gets him so stressed. he just wants someone to take care of him. Someone to love him. And who else is there for him other than his precious lover.

You’re there to him. you’ll treat him just like he deserves. With love and care. And maybe some roughness too.

You just can’t deny how good it feels when you look down on the 1st fatui harbinger like that. Laying naked, legs spread wide open.

The way you can see your cock go in and out of him had you staring intensely. How you wish to fuck him so roughly but you care too much to mess him up more than his work is doing. You know how stressful his work is, so you have to push your urges and just focus on pleasing your lover. Continuing to fuck softly against him.

Of course pierro noticed you holding back. Honestly his pride was hurt a bit because maybe you thought he couldn’t handle a more rough play. “No need to hold back. I can take it” he said it so confidently. Hearing his words was like a switch.

Flipping him around so easily made a shrinking sound to be let out by him. His face pressed against the mattress while his ass presented itself so beautifully infront of you.

Holding down his waist you didn’t hesitate to push roughly inside of him again. He was the one who told you that you can be more rough. So you did just that. Going in and out of him in such roughly manner made the volume of his voice rise, which was pleasant to hear due to the fact that he’s mostly quiet during sex.

Pierro continued to enjoy the feeling of your cock fucking his hole. He didn’t mind the roughness of your movement, it was actually very arousing to him. Even a man like pierro like’s to be manhandled every once in a while.

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 5

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] [Part 4] Part 5: [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Fluff, P in V sex, Rough Sex (consensual at reader's request), Facesitting, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary:

It was Friday, a little past nine at night and you were home alone. You had said goodbye to Carmy back at the restaurant, the frantic energy inside the kitchen a clear indicator that you wouldn't see him until the next day. 

You huffed and rolled over on the mattress. You were antsy, and a little horny; thinking about what Carmy would do to you if he was there wasn't helping in the slightest. After a while of being just restless you decided to watch some porn and masturbate to get sleepy.

You started teasing over your underwear, vaguely following the vapid introduction of the video. When the couple began fucking in earnest, you touched yourself following the rhythm of their moans. You were getting wet and squirming between the sheets when you heard the front door unlock and open.

"Shit," you cursed. "Carmy?"

"Hey," he called from the hallway.

"You're back early."

"Uncle Jimmy bought out the restaurant for the evening. Forgot to tell you. We set up everything and he sent us home," he explained, then peeked inside the room. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Why?" 

"Dunno," he got close to the bed, "you look flushed," he placed a hand over your forehead, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows showing up immediately. 

You sighed; you couldn't let him worry over nothing just because you were embarrassed.

"Uh- I was watching porn and touching myself," you confessed. You handed him your phone - the screen showed a man and a woman, tastefully lit, fucking over a bed doggy style.

"Ah," he arched his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you would be home early, or I would have definitely waited for you," you bit your lip. He stayed silent for a little while. "Are you mad?"

It wouldn't be the first time that a guy felt a certain way about you watching porn - the argument was mostly about the fact that they were allowed to do it and you weren't.

"No, it's just-" he sat by you. "You never said you liked this," he gestured vaguely at the position.

"Um, I didn't think you'd be into it. When we fucked the first time you said you liked eye contact. This is sort of the opposite," you shrugged helplessly.

"Yeah, but I also fucked you from behind on the kitchen table that one time and it was fun," he reasoned.

"I thought you were only doing it for me," you realized you sounded a little silly but it was the truth. For all your willingness to try new things it had mostly involved positions where you could face each other. And you liked it. Still some secret part of you wondered what it would be like with Carmy.

"I mean, yeah, it started that way but in the end I enjoyed it too," Carmy said earnestly. "Really. I don't- I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me these things."

You blushed. 

"Okay," you nodded. "Okay. Uh. I like being fucked from behind sometimes. Not always but uh- it feels good, you can get a little rough," your already wet underwear got soaked at the thought of Carmy using those strong arms of his to manhandle you a little. 

Without a word, he untied his shoes and got rid of his shirt. Then, he leant over.

"Tell me what to do."

You shivered. 

"Kiss me," you asked and a second later he was all over you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, getting the idea of 'a little rough' and running with it.

You started unbuttoning his trousers, shoving them and his boxers out of the way and he followed suit, tugging at fabric blindly until you were completely bare. Your hand was touching his cock idly, getting him hard.

"Put me face down on the bed," you said against his lips.

He grabbed you by the waist and maneuvered you into position, a little too gently for your taste but it was a start. You got on all fours while he rummaged the bedside table for a condom. 

"Tease me," you pleaded. 

He obliged. His hard cock traced figures over the lips of your pussy, almost pushing in but not quite. He lined up his cock with your entrance. 

"Slow at first, slow." He took his time to fill you up. "Fuuuuuck," you keened. 

There was a sharp inhale behind you and Carmy ran his fingers down your spine, to your hips and moved the last inch in a hard thrust.

"Shit, just like that," you praised. 

It took him a little bit to get the hang of the position, his thrusts cautious and slow. You focused on the feeling of being full of him. You swayed your hips with his cock buried deep inside you, a challenge of sorts. 

"Jesus," he panted, falling into rhythm.

It was still careful and you thrust back into him, desperate, needy.

"Harder, Carm," you whined. 

He growled, getting a good grip on your waist. You moaned, your jaw dropped at the head of his cock grazing your G spot everytime.

"Right there, right there," you reached back for his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze that turned into you leaving scratch marks on his pale flesh.

"Do you- shit-" he stuttered, overcome with pleasure. "Do you like to have your hair pulled?" 

And you would have caressed his face gently and kissed him sweetly in that moment - he had taken a glimpse at the video and he was devoted to making it real for you. 

Except, well, you were on all fours being fucked senseless and absolutely wild with lust. So instead you grinded into his cock and begged:

"Yes, please, fuck, please!"

He gathered your hair in the nape of your neck and gave a tug that electrified you all the way down to your pussy. A breathy laugh escaped your lips. 

"Good?" he asked.

"So fucking good, keep going," you praised and he thrust harder, every movement pushing you over the edge. "It's so good."

He grabbed your hair harder than before, pulling you until you were on your knees, flush against his chest. You moaned in surprise and bliss. His free hand immediately found your clit and teased it mercilessly until your pussy was fluttering on his cock. 

"Keep going, keep going," you pleaded through your orgasm. 

He held you through it, kissing your neck and shoulders with a tenderness that didn't match the wanton moans and gasps that tickled the side of your face. In your daze, you realized he was holding back for you. Carmy was thoughtful and shy and caring, but he could also be angry and mean and explosive. You knew, you had seen glimpses of him in the kitchen at rush hour. 

"Carm... It's okay."

"Hmm?" It was a desperate sound - his grip on your hips was so tight that you suspected you would wake up with bruises. 

"You can go as fast as you want, as hard as you need, baby," you intertwined your fingers with his. "I'll tell you if you hurt me, just-"

He dragged his teeth down the side of your neck, from your ear to your shoulder. 

"You sure?" he exhaled into your skin.

"Pretty fucking sure," you touched his hair and kissed the side of his face blindly. You went back on all fours and looked back at him seductively. "You've been so good, Carmy, you deserve it."

You knew you were overselling it, but you meant it. Carmy chuckled a little, his fingers softened their grip and caressed the curve of your spine, settling back on your waist. 

With barely any warning, he thrust into you, hard, knocking the wind out of you.

"Oh my God," you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as he made you see stars with every forceful movement. He kept going, his skin clapping on yours, hitting perfectly with each stroke. "Yes, fuck!"

You felt your second orgasm approaching quickly, the punishing pace Carmy set had you gasping for air. You felt your arms give out and suddenly your face was on the comforter, your ass up, and the mattress swaying under the two of you. You squirmed and moaned, and he kept on fucking mercilessly, prolonging your orgasm until it was almost too much to bear, until your pussy was straining from squeezing around his cock. You bit on the comforter to stop yourself from screaming.

Carmy bent over on top of you, his cock still drilling into your pussy. He twisted around to kiss you - it was all teeth and tongue and desperation. Your right hand reached underneath to touch your clit. The pleasure and pain had blurred and you were pretty sure your last orgasm was turning into a third one. 

"So good, so fucking good, Carm," you mumbled into his mouth, squirming, feeling his sweat mix with yours. 

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he started and you nodded eagerly. 

"Yes, please, come with me," you panted, rolling your eyes when his hips started moving even faster than before. The sounds he uttered would have been enough to have you coming but there was also his hand on your throat, and his cock inside your pussy...

You came at the same time with a series of grunts and a long, high-pitched moan. His hips kept rutting into yours, making you tremble with pleasure for a while longer, not a drop of that delicious electricity gone to waste.

"You okay?" he asked, his breathing labored and his lips kissing your shoulders and spine.

"Yeah," you sighed and chuckled, satisfied. You reached out behind you to caress the nape of his neck, wet with sweat. "You?"

"Yeah." He nodded and, after a quick kiss on your shoulder, he rolled over, leaving your pussy empty and wrecked. He threw the condom to the trash and laid back, looking at you. You whined a little as you untangled from your position, thighs cramping, to lie by his side.

"You sure I wasn't too rough?" he tilted his head, cupping your face. 

"It was amazing, Carm," you gave him a gentle kiss. "I think I got a little carried away, though," you added softly.

"It's fine - I liked it," he covered his face to hide a grin.

You smiled relieved and got closer to him, claiming your place between his arms.

"Thank you," you said against his collarbone. He hummed into your hair, tugging on the comforter to cover you both with it. "Carmy? Do you have one?"

"Hmm?"

"A fantasy you haven't told me about because you thought I wouldn't be into it?" you asked. 

He stayed silent for a while and you looked up in search of his eyes. 

"I- uh- I've been wanting you to sit on my face for months," he gulped, avoiding your gaze and the shocked face you were doing. "I didn't say anything 'cause you get all nervous and start apologizing when you squeeze me with your thighs..."

"Well, I don't want to hurt you!" you replied defensively.

"I don't mind," he blushed. "I'm kind of into it."

"Shit, Carmy," you giggled, settling back in his embrace. He held you closer. "We're definitely doing it, don't worry."

"Not now though," he said, completely exhausted.

You laughed. "No, not now," you repeated, falling asleep to the beat of his heart.

~

"Come on, Carmy! Come out!" you urged him from outside the changing room. 

"The pants are too long," he complained. "I look fucking stupid."

He opened the curtain and walked out, wearing the vintage tuxedo you had chosen for him - midnight blue with satin accents.

"You look very handsome," you beamed, straightening the lapels of his blazer. He allowed himself a small smile.

"Just- the pants," he insisted. There were about three inches of extra fabric pooling at his feet. 

"Baby, you do know that clothes can be tailored," it wasn't a question - his slacks and his favorite coat had all been professionally shortened to fit him, you knew.

"Yeah," he said, defeated.

"C'mere," you guided him to stand on a stool. You knelt by him, folding the fabric by his ankles and pinning it carefully. "What's this about?"

"I'm going to fuck it up," he said, looking at the ceiling. "I can't do that to Sydney. Let her down again," his eyes had turned a little glassy.

"Hey," you gave his calf a gentle caress. "It's gonna be okay. You're just introducing her. She's very excited about this."

He cleared his throat. "I know." That's the problem.

"Imagine if a friend had given you your award," you prompted. "Someone you looked up to, someone as excited as you were to get it."

He hummed, biting on his lip nervously.

"The only way you'd let her down would be to not show up," you said softly, then stood up to meet his gaze. "And you are showing up, right?" you cupped his face lovingly. 

He nodded. He was too tall to reach standing on the stool, so you tugged on the lapels of his suit to kiss him.

"Good," you said against his lips. "I don't want to miss it - I already chose a dress for it."

"Can I see?" he asked.

"No. It's a surprise."

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he said in mock annoyance.

You smiled, walking to the counter and returning with two options of bow ties and placing them near his face. 

Just then, Richie walked in. 

"Hi!" you greeted him. "Help us pick."

"Right one," he pointed at the wider tie. 

"I agree," you said.

"Looking like a real boy, cousin!" he teased.

"Fuck you," Carmy replied without bite.

"Chef Sydney asked me to pick up her dress," Richie said. "Ever since she got that James Beard invite thing she's become such a diva."

"She kind of deserves it, though," you said. "Here you go," you handed him the gown, a seventies number with a plunging back, inside a suit bag.

"Is he gonna be ready on time?" Richie asked you.

"Count on it," you reassured him. 

“Alright!” Richie hollered from the door. "See you tonight, kids!"

The drive back to Carmy's apartment had been quiet, with him only breaking the silence to lend you his coat. His hand was on your thigh, and you felt calm and safe.

"So, was it like this when you got your award?" you asked. 

"Dunno, didn't go to the ceremony," he said blankly.

"Why?" 

"You know me - talking in public and shit," he shrugged.

"You were scared," you realized.

He hummed, not admitting to it but not denying it either. 

"You were good tonight," you squeezed his hand. "Syd looked very happy."

He smiled. "She did."

Carmy let go of your hand for a minute to park the car, his arm around your headrest.

"You look very hot when you do that," you flirted as he turned off the engine.

"Shut up," he laughed and got out of the car, racing to open the door for you. 

You walked to the apartment hand in hand, enjoying the quiet of the night. You returned his coat once you were inside, helping him turn the lights on.

"You look very pretty," he said.

You leaned into his space and kissed him, the many petticoats of your fifties dress rustling as he brought you closer. 

"Thank you," you whispered against Carmy's lips. You tugged on the ends of his bowtie, undone from hours ago, making him look disheveled and beautiful. You kissed a while longer, his mouth gentle against yours, and his hair going back to that familiar mess. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your waist and lifting your skirt a little.

"Wha- what's this?" he asked, his palm landing on your upper thigh. 

You smiled and turned around instead of responding. "Help me with the zip."

He did. Opening the dress carefully, caressing your sides and shoulders as he helped you get out of it. Under the dress, you were wearing a lacy bra, panties, tights and garters. 

"Holy shit," Carmy said, covering his mouth. 

"They're vintage. You like them?" you asked, your hands brushing over the clasps on the garters, a little self-conscious with how he was staring.

"Do I-? Fuck."

He lunged forward and kissed you hungrily, holding onto the back of your thighs until your legs were around his waist and he could carry you to the bedroom. He placed you on the bed and he cupped your face, a pleading look in his blue eyes. 

"Can I- Can we do it tonight, baby? Will you- Jesus- Will you fuck my face?"

It sounded like a confession, the words getting stuck in his tongue like it was something shameful. You placed your hands over his and nodded, feeling a familiar heat pool in your belly and your chest. 

"Yes."

He beamed. You dragged him by the bowtie to lie on the pillows, while you straddled his hips. After he had told you about his fantasy, you looked for some videos to see what he was talking about, what he wanted and what you'd be willing to do. 

"I don't want to hurt you, Carm," you said gently, caressing his chest and unbuttoning his shirt. "Is it okay- Would it be okay if we don't do it too rough?"

You felt a little guilty, since he had been so open to fuck you hard when you had asked him to. 

"It’s okay. You can do as much as you want," he said, his hands caressing your thighs, tracing the edge of your garters. "I don't want you to, like, break my nose or anything," you laughed together. 

"Good, I like your nose," you said softly. He sat up to kiss you and you helped him get undressed, throwing his clothes somewhere across the room. After a while of making out and grinding on your clothed pussy, he guided you upwards, to the headboard, while he kissed down your body - your chest, your belly, your hip, until he was right underneath you.

"Hi," he said, dissipating some of the tension. You grinned.

Carmy's face between your legs was a sight you couldn't get enough of, and the change of perspective was really doing it for you. His eyes were half-lidded as he kissed the inside of your thighs. His tattooed fingers moved your panties to the side; he had insisted you kept everything on. 

"I'll tap your thigh three times if I want out," he said; his breath on your pussy made you shiver.

"Okay," you swayed your hips a little, already worked up from just thinking about it. "Fuck. I don't know how to do this," you said, holding on to the headboard, your knees by the sides of his face. "Promise you'll tell me if something's wrong," you said, locking eyes with Carmy. 

"Promise," he said. 

He pulled on your hips until your pussy was just over his mouth. He took a deep inhale and started lapping at your wetness, small licks at your clit and long strokes up and down. You rolled your eyes and let out a long moan. As he grew more confident, he held on tighter to your thighs, pulling you downwards, keeping you close. 

He sucked on your entrance, which felt nice, but it would drive you insane if it was on your clit. Gently, you grinded backwards, until his mouth was right where you wanted it. 

"Holy fuck," you mumbled, staying there, back arched, while his hands caressed every inch of your legs, his touch over the tights making you hum with pleasure. "That feels so nice, Carm, so nice."

He kept sucking diligently until you were on the edge of your release and then let go. You sighed, frustrated. 

Carmy went back to licking gently and kissing over your pussy, almost making out with you down there. You ran one of your hands through his hair, caressing, trying to return even a fraction of the pleasure he was giving you. He tugged on one of your garters and let go, spanking your thigh. You chuckled, loving the feeling. He went faster, humming into your pussy. You squirmed and held on tighter to the headboard, still determined to not lose control. Suddenly, he stopped sucking on you, gently biting on your thighs instead. 

"Use me," he said, and then went back to sucking on your entrance. 

When you tilted your hips backwards, he froze, making you grind again and again. A glance behind let you know he was touching his cock and groaning. He liked it. 

You shifted a little, finding a comfortable position and started riding his face in earnest, the tip of his nose grazing your clit and his tongue fully out, caressing every fold and nerve. It was so good.

"Oh, fuck," you let out desperate noises, the beginnings of a delicious orgasm building in your belly. "Caaarmyyy," you dragged the vowels of his name into a high pitched sound.

He hummed again, vibrating into you. You could feel his right arm picking up speed on his cock. 

When he went back to sucking, you grabbed his face with both hands and kept him there, on your clit until you came with a scream, too caught up in ecstasy to worry that you were squeezing the sides of his head with your thighs. Everything was white, hot, and electric.

"Fuck," he mumbled, neglecting his cock to squeeze your ass and hips, licking every drop of arousal you gave him.  

"You okay?" you asked from above, panting heavily.

"Yes, perfect," he replied, his eyes wide with lust. He was still kissing and touching greedily. "Turn around."

You did. His hands guided you back above his mouth, only now your clit was on his chin and you had a clear view of his erection. You leaned forward to touch his cock, give it a couple of pumps. Underneath you, Carmy squirmed with pleasure but pulled you back on his face, away from his cock. You didn't have time to argue - his mouth was devouring you, worshiping you. The wet noises he was making were driving you insane. 

His right hand gave your pussy a gentle caress, taking your arousal to use it as lube to pump on his cock.

"Holy shit, Carm," you gasped - watching him, listening to him, feeling him. It was all too much and before you realized it you were coming again all over his chin. "Fuck."

The orgasm was short, leaving you more frustrated than anything else, especially compared to the one you had before. When Carmy stopped licking, you pleaded:

"One more, can I have one more, please?" 

"Yes," he sighed, warm air hitting your pussy and lighting you up again. 

You leaned forward, bracing on his chest while he made you lose control once more. You used the position to play with his nipples, enjoying the feeling of him moaning into you. He snapped your garters once again in retaliation, and it made you shiver. Your grinding was becoming frantic, the hand on his cock echoed your rhythm. You moved backward until his tongue was right on your clit and his nose poked lightly at your entrance. You were so close to your release it hurt.

"Right th- right there, baby," you said, one of your hands caressing his chest and the other playing with your own breasts, staring at Carmy's weeping cock. 

It built up beautifully - his moans with yours, your nails teasing over lace, his fingers holding tight to the flesh of your hips. And his mouth, fuck, his mouth. 

You came with a scream, thighs shaking around Carmy's head, watching him come too while still feeling the aftershocks yourself, still grinding lightly on his nose and chin.

Slowly, you dismounted, feeling like you were made of jello, weightless and giggly. Once you got face to face with Carmy you found he was smiling too. Gently, you fixed his hair and wiped his face with a tissue. You handed him another for the mess on his stomach and chest.

After, you kissed his chin, his nose and his lips multiple times, getting the tangy taste of your arousal on your tongue too.

"Thank you," you said, feeling giddy and satisfied.

He ran his fingers down your side, until they landed on your tights.

"Thank you," Carmy said, arching an eyebrow that seemed to say 'This was my fantasy, remember?'

You smiled wide and kissed him one last time. 

"Shower?" you proposed. 

He nodded and followed you. 

~

[Part 6]

~

@th3h0nkz

[twyftwyt]

hey, guys, remember that one time i wrote a noah headcanon on manhandling? yeah, i’m bringing it back. enjoy the torture x

great heavens, what have i done…

ladies and gentleman 🦦

i’ll hop right in, cause i don’t wanna be a tease, we have enough of that in the eyes of noah sebastian.

now in regards to the manhandling thing, i don’t even mean it in a sexual way (but yes, i do but later on). i just imagine him opening and holding the door over your head so you can walk right under him. that shit makes him feel good and it makes you look even cuter in his eyes. i’m sure he loves to see his women in his shirts. someone mentioned wearing the band’s shirt and yes, i agree. seeing how arrogant he has admitted to being, i can totally see him making comments on you wearing his bands merch.

“look at you, what’s that say? turn around. bad who?” while smirking at you.

putting you in front of him in pictures so he can lock you in his arms. leaning on the door frame while talking to you (as a form of teasing, of course, this man will do just about anything to watch you suffer). getting things off counters that you have trouble reaching but i do believe he’d also enjoy watching you struggle to get it yourself. he’d deadass sit down and watch you climb the kitchen counter to reach the top drawer only to laugh at you. and i am sure he likes to fuck with shorter people. like putting things away in unreachable places so you have trouble getting them and whining for him to help you and practically having to beg him to give it to you? (don’t get distracted, i’m talking about the cereal he hid away)

now if we have to get a little spicy 🌶️

i can totally see him saying stuff like

“oh, you can’t take it? that little body of yours can take a little more pain?” while holding you down by the neck and slapping you all around

receiving texts in the middle of the day like

“missionary so i can wipe your tears from your eyes as i tell you how proud i am of you for being such a good little whore”

or

“you’re cute. i wanna train you to never cum without my permission”

or

“you’re too small and dumb to cum unsupervised”

or

“i think i’m just gonna use you as my little fucktoy tonight”

or

“oh, you feel embarrassed for what you did? then why are you so fucking wet, huh?”

or

“i’m the only one who’s allowed to do this to you.”

like he’d call you “dummy” and “silly” as a joke but he means it in a way that is “you’re not safe without my supervision”. and he likes to know you obey. and when you don’t, well…

let me tell you, this man reacts quickly and he reacts with violence, so you better do as he says.

oh yeah, and he’s definitely the “drop the attitude” type of boyfriend and he really, really wants to hear “and if i don’t?” type of answer, cause this man loves being tested. i just feel it in my bones.

oh yeah, and he will for sure smile at you while watching you beg for it.

yeah, this got a little out of hand and is not only “manhandling” but hey 🤷🏻‍♀️

[hannah-h-pleb]

HANNAH PLEASEEEEEEE

Eric bragging to his friends about how loud you are in bed and how pretty you look when you’re crying from just his tongue. Literally none of them believe him, even Kenny is skeptical 💀💀

Because like, Cartman? Eric Cartman who’s not shit in bed??? Eric Cartman who’s slept with his gf??? They simply don’t believe it and it’s just him desperately trying to convince them for a sec

Harley you’re a genius. I’m sorry it took so long to get to this. But since I’m feeling extra silly let’s really talk about it

Gonna write these as headcanons but who knows, maybe I’ll write a blurb about it 🤭

Eric Cartman x Reader: Bragging to His Friends About You

Content Advisory: Smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (think “college AU”)

When you and Eric first got together, everyone immediately assumed he was going to be abusive towards you the same way he was with Heidi back in the day. Miraculously this claim was proven to be false as they watched Eric treat you with actual respect, although there were some that still claimed it was “fake” or that he was just “manipulating you”. Therefore another claim was made about you and Eric…”Their sex life must be horrible!” “There’s no way she actually sleeps with him” “I bet he has a tiny dick”

Even Eric’s closest friends, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, all had their doubts about Eric’s performance in bed. They pinned him as one of those guys who brags about the size of his dick when in reality, it’s not that big. Therefore, they found it really hard to believe that Eric could actually successfully please his girlfriend in bed

Plot twist….he really does…and nobody believes it. But you on the other hand, you’ve experienced it…..

Eric was never one to coddle you in bed. He wasn’t one of those “soft and sweet” boys in the bedroom. When you guys do it, it’s rough, primal, and downright kinky. Eric was pleasantly surprised to find out that you actually enjoyed how rough he was and it only agged him on to give it to you harder. He could be kind to you of course, but when he gets you alone it’s a completely different story

He’s mean. He does one of two things while eating you out: He edges you on his tongue, or he continues to eat you out after you orgasm to overstimulate you. No matter which option he chooses, he aims to make you cry on his tongue whether it be by begging him to let you cum or begging him to stop because “it’s too much”

He would also make you ride his face as he eats you out. This way he could grip your thighs and hold you down on his face while he edges or overstimulates you to his hearts content

Eric is almost always in control and he wants you to know that. He controls your orgasms, he owns your body, he will fuck you as hard he was wants, use whatever toys he wants, and you don’t get a say in any of it. To some, this seems cruel, but to you the feeling of being utterly powerless under Eric and letting him hold all the cards is just so hot. Plus this man loves control so he thrives on making you a needy mess for him

He wants you to beg for what you want. In fact, he wants you to prove how much you want his cock by making you ride one of his dildos before giving you his cock. “Prove it. Prove to me how bad you want this cock. Go on, show me that you’re a good whore and maybe I’ll give it to you”

And when he finally fucks you he shows no mercy. He manhandles you, forcing you down into a mating press and fucking you as hard as he wants. Or, he bends you over and fucks you into the mattress while pulling on your hair, smacking your ass, or digging his nails into your skin. Even if you’ve came for him once or twice already, it’s not over until he says it is or until he gets tired

He has surprisingly good stamina though. The adrenaline rush he gets from the control he holds over you is enough motivation for him to keep going until he can’t. Once again, if he’s not making you cry, he’s far from finished

Your crying and sobbing only turns him on more. It’s the POWER he loves. Knowing he’s the one who can bring you so much pleasure that you start to cry is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot

Oh, and then there’s the name calling and the mocking. He WILL call you names, he will mock you for being a “needy little slut” for him, and he just loves it

Now imagine him sitting at lunch bragging about all of this to his friends. He doesn’t spare any details either. He tell them everything, how you cry and beg him to fuck you, how he licks the tears off your face, the marks he leaves on your ass, everything

And do his friends believe him….of course not. Because why would CARTMAN of all people actually be good at sex? Not to mention Kyle would be the one to speak up and say “You’re not supposed to hit girls or make them cry in bed”, and Kenny would chime in with, “Maybe she cries because of how bad you are”. While the table erupts with laughter, Eric goes “You guys are probably just jealous because I’ve got a hot girlfriend who lets me fuck her however I want and you assholes can’t even get a girls number”. Stan rolled his eyes, “Just keep telling yourself that dude”

Despite his desperate attempts to convince them, they simply don’t believe him and that angers him beyond belief. So just be ready to have some dark hickies all over your neck. This way, everyone will know who you belong to and who makes you feel good

Who knows. Maybe he’ll “accidentally” leave his phone lying around on record well you guys fuck. This way, he’ll have irrefutable proof that you enjoy how cruel he is to you, and that he and he alone makes you cry and cum on his cock over and over again