#imagine those giggly moans

[simplee-giggles]

NSFW below the cut

Just thinking of tickling a girl's sides and armpits whilst I eat her out 👀

[lordprettyflackotara]

if u think i’m pretty || matt sturniolo || part two

MINORS DNI, SMUT, 18+. no threesome in this one sorry guys, but there may or may not be in part three ;). tw:overstimulation. ty to all of the love from the sturniolo community yall are crazy asf <3

part one w/ chris is here

Matt Sturniolo couldn’t deny his infatuation with you.

He could pinpoint exactly when his crush on you started, all the way back in middle school. In the awkward puberty years you all shared together you tried out many styles. Some were objectively hideous, but Matt realized by your ‘punk’ era, that he found you gorgeous in every single one.

As years went by he imagined all the ways he could be a gentleman and ask you out. To bring you flowers or chocolate, to flatter you with compliments. When you were around Matt, you were as sweet as honey. You were relaxed, giggly, and complete with a bubbly personality.

Whenever you were around Chris, however, it revealed a completely different side of you. You were feisty, head strong, and aggressive. This puzzled him at first, his stomach beginning to stir with an unknown feeling of attraction. His thoughts about you became utter filth, his mind clouded with fantasies of all the ways he would tame you. The endless positions he would put you in, making you submissive to him.

But those were only fantasies, leading him to where he was now:

Stroking his cock at the sound of Chris railing you.

Matt was pleasantly surprised that your affair with Chris continued, the two of you fucking out every argument. Sometimes he swore you’d pick a fight with Chris just to be mercilessly fucked in the end. Your situationship with Chris never bothered Matt, the delicious sound of your moans enough to satisfy him.

He purposefully would sit in the office next to Chris’s room, the shared wall providing him with more than enough of your erotic noises. He’d jerk himself off as Chris degraded you, humiliated you. Often times you’d fight back, the two of you going at it like savage animals. Matt would screw his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip. All he could think of was being in Chris’s place, taming the brat out of you. Forcing you to fully submit to him and only him.

Matt knew if he got the chance he’d overstimulate you into oblivion, leaving your cunt puffy and throbbing. As mesmerizing as the sounds of you pleading for Chris to make you cum were, Matt wanted to hear nothing but whines and whimpers escape your lips. His high was approaching, your moans coming to abrupt halt.

“Shit, I have to go,” Chris said suddenly. Matt could hear the shuffling of him getting dressed. “What? You didn’t even make me finish, the fuck?” You barked. Matt’s hand came to a stop, listening intently. His ear was practically against the wall. “There’s something else I gotta do, just make yourself finish,” Chris said dryly. His bedroom door swung open, his footsteps descending down the stairs.

Matt had never dressed himself faster, pulling down his shirt quickly. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to make himself look presentable. With his filthy fantasies aside, you were still his best friend. He walked out of his room, casually strolling past Chris’s doorway. His bedroom door was open, your face buried in your new phone as you were leaving, Walking straight into Matt you gasped. “Oh shit sorry, I didn’t see you there,” You say. Your hair was wild and unkept, your face still flushed.

Outside of your flusteredness, you looked like a wounded puppy. “Everything okay?” Matt asked, tilting his head to the side. You laughed nervously. “Yeah it’s just Chris, you know how annoying Chris can be,” You say. You brushed past Matt, trying to hide your visible embarrassment. Rather than taking the hint Matt trailed right behind you. “Yeah? What’d he do this time?” The brunette asked. You beelined to the houses office, not wanting the entire household to hear your conversation.

Matt shut the door behind him, his heart beginning to race. He could tell you were still wet, your thighs rubbing together as you sat down on the offices couch. “Well Matt, I know this is unexpected but…” You began, awkwardly. Matt sat beside you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“I’ve been fucking your brother.”

Matt refrained from laughing, forcing himself to nod. “Wow really? I would’ve never guessed,” He replied. You teasingly elbowed him, giggling. “Was it really that obvious?” You asked. Matt chuckled. “I do share a wall with him you know,” He replied, gesturing at said shared wall. You could feel your face turning red with embarrassment.

You sighed, “Oh Matty i’m so sorry I didn’t realize.”

Out of the thousand scenarios Matt had imagined in his mind, this wasn’t one of them. This was an actual chance. One that wasn’t unrealistic or unobtainable.

Matt braced himself, speaking his mind, “Don’t be, I don’t mind.”

Matt. Oh sweet Matt. The same guy who brushes your hair for you and makes you pancakes was hitting on you. He was so nice to you, there was no way he could fuck you the way you wanted. Or the way you needed.

You blushed, ��You’re so sweet but I don’t think we’d be compatible in that sort of way.”

Matt met your eyes, placing one hand on your cheek. His touch was nice, full of care and warmth. “I can be anything you need me to be,” He said softly. His hand slithered down to your thigh, gripping the flesh gently, “I can do anything you need me to do,” Matt continued. He watched your eyes glaze over with lust, the brunette realizing this was his shot. He slowly shifted onto the floor in front of you, his knees hitting the carpet.

“I can and will always make you cum,” Matt admitted. He nudged open your thighs, your breath becoming shaky as he kissed up your clothed thighs. Your jeans had never felt more constricting, his eyes never straying from yours as he kissed upwards. “I know exactly how you like it,” Matt continued. He kissed over your clothed cunt, grinning as your hips bucked upwards. “I can give you all of that and more. Whatever you want, it’s yours,” Matt offered. The sweet goody two shoes Matt was gone, his gaze darkening as he pulled down your jeans zipper with his teeth.

“Words baby, need you to hear you say it,” Matt cooed. You swallowed, your panties growing damper by the second. “I want you Matty, fucking please,” You whined. Your wish was his command. He undressed you quickly, tugging his shirt over his head before resuming his place back between your thighs. Teasingly he kissed up your thighs against, enjoying the sight of your exposed skin. Your fingers found his hair, tugging at it in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Something wrong?”

“Don’t tease, just make me cum, I really need it, please!” You pleaded. Matt smirked, admiringly your slick for a brief moment.

“As you wish.”

Matt’s tongue was a gift from the heavens, his face buried into your cunt before you could process it. His large hands pried your thighs apart, firmly keeping you into place as his tongue swirled around your clit. You became a moaning mess, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra. Teasingly he brought his tongue to your entrance, pushing it inside, just to watch you squirm in desperation. Chris had already pushed your body to the brink, it wasn’t going to take much longer of Matt’s tongue before you came.

You could feel the cord inside of you tighten, your thighs beginning to tremble under Matt’s grip. His lips began to suck violently at your sensitive bud, his eyes meeting yours. “I’m gonna- fucking hell, i’m cumming,” You cried, your vision becoming dazed as you came on Matt’s face. He eagerly lapped up your juices, emerging between your thighs with your cum coating his chin. A cocky smile danced across his lips, before meeting yours. You could taste your juices on your tongue, Matt’s hands pushing you back further onto the couch.

“I need you to fuck me,” You panted in between kisses, his lips refusing to stray from yours.

“Thats not the correct way to ask, is it?” Matt asked. A wave of butterflies swirled around in your stomach. You shook your head no, Matt pulling away. You watched as he walked over to the desk, pulling open his desk drawer. He held up a small pink vibrator that could be controlled by your phone. He dangled it mockingly. It had disappeared from your bag weeks ago, leading you to believe you had left it at home.

“You know what this is, right?” Matt taunted. He flicked open his phone, before handing the toy to you. You nodded yes, the brunette grinning. “Smart girl. Now use it like you normally would,” He ordered. He grabbed the desk chair, sitting down in it. Mockingly he spread his legs, watching you. “Go on, play with yourself like you normally would. This’ll teach you how to ask for my cock properly,” Matt grinned sadistically. You could feel the heat dash across your cheeks, slowly pushing the toy inside of you.

“Spread those thighs for me baby, don’t be shy. You do want my cock, don’t you?” Matt asked. An agreement and pleas escaped your throat, spreading your legs for Matt to see. He couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants, the sight of your dripping cunt enough to get him off. Unsurely you brought two fingers to your sensitive clit, softly whining as you began to draw slow circles. Matt opened his phone, turning up the vibrator of the toy inside of you. You gasped, moaning at the sudden sensation.

You watched as Matt shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles, stroking his cock at the sight of you. “Does that feel good?” Matt asked. You babbled a ‘yes’, speeding up the circles around your clit. Matt ran his thumb over his tip, whimpering quietly as he did so. He turned the vibrator up higher, your legs shaking. You slowed down your fingers, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. “I didn’t tell you to slow down, did I?” Matt barked. You shook your head no as you resumed drawing fast circles around your clit.

Trembling, you could feel your second orgasm approaching. “Matty, fucking- I need to cum. Can I cum? Please please-” You babbled. Matt could feel his face flush pink just at the sight of you falling apart for him. You were completely at his mercy and he wasn’t even touching you. “Cum for me you greedy slut,” Matt panted. Your body trembled as you came, your spare hand squeezing the nearby couch pillow for support. Matt was quick to take the toy out of you, your cunt already turning red from overstimulation.

“You poor thing. Tsk tsk tsk,” Matt said mockingly. You pulled him closer, desperate to feel him on top of you. Your back hit the couch cushion, Matt’s lips attacking your neck. You could feel him purposefully sucking at the skin, littering your neck with marks you knew Chris was going to see and question. “Matttt,” You whined, reaching down and grabbing his cock. He shuttered as you pumped his length, his lips releasing your neck.

“I know my greedy girl, I know,” Matt chuckled. He rubbed his shaft up and down your slick, watching you shake when he brushed against your clit. Matt slipped inside of you with ease, your walls clenching around him as he moaned your name. This was all Matt had ever wanted since he had met you. To have you under him like this, watching as he bottomed out into you.

Whether it was true love or a crush or lust, or somewhere in between, Matt never wanted to pull out.

He often found himself jealous of Chris. Jealous of the way he got to fuck you. Matt’s name sounded better rolling off of your tongue than his brothers. And that’s why in that moment, that’s all he wanted to hear. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into yours. His cock continuously pounded into your g spot, your sinful moans ones Matt hoped the household would get an ear of. “You wanted to cum right? Congratulations whore, you’re going to cum all over my cock,” Matt huffed. His rings dug into your hips, fucking you ruthlessly.

“Matt, so good, so fucking deep-” You babbled. Matt leaned forward, grabbing one of your hands and lacing his fingers with yours. He pushed both of your hands tied together against the couch, balancing himself as he destroyed your cunt. “Awe I know baby. You’re doing so good for me, being my little whore,” Matt panted. He could feel himself getting close, all of this build up driving his body mad. After jerking off alone in his room all of this time, he finally had you right where he wanted you.

Your orgasm came first, your thighs tightening around Matt’s waist as you processed the unexpected euphoria. You squeezed Matt’s hand, your walls spasming around his cock. The brunette couldn’t hold himself back any longer even if he wanted to. Quickly he pulled out, moving towards you. He pumped his cock, painting your breast with his seed. It was satisfying to him, to see his cum covering you.

Reluctantly he released your hand, lying down beside you as best as he could on the tiny couch. “Holy fuck,” Matt panted, running his fingers through his messy hair. You chuckled as you glanced over at him. “You really are a good listener huh?” You asked. Matt rolled his eyes playfully, sitting up and grabbing a few tissues from a nearby box. “You mean besides the fact you’ve explicitly told me every single kink of yours? I guess so,” He teased, wiping his cum off of your chest.

As Matt cleaned you up, you closed your eyes relaxing under the feeling of his touch.

Matt cleared his throat, admiring your curves, “So, now what? This won’t affect our friendship right?”

You laughed, looking over at him, “Of course not and now we don’t let Chris find out.”

A loud banging sound came from the other side of the wall, making both of you jump.

“Little too fuckin late for that, we share a fuckin wall!”

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[theprettynosferatu]

Oh, you're awake. Finally. Please, look at the picture on the screen. 

You recognize her, I suppose. Look at how silly she looks, trying to be tough, trying to look cool. All that leather and black and studs… doesn't she look ridiculous? 

I see you nodding. Good. The special drink is grabbing hold of your brain. Making it softer. Malleable. You really should be more careful about accepting treats from strangers… but I suppose you won't have to worry about that anymore. Or anything else. 

Now, let's look at your social media. Lord, isn't that pathetic. Trying so hard to be clever, to be snarky, to be rebellious. It's almost endearing, like a puppy trying to walk in its hind legs. Come on, we both know it's all just a costume, don't we? One you've worn for so long you mistakenly believe it's a personality- one you developed when you were a teen. One you need to grow out of. 

Please, don't struggle. The knots are quite secure, I assure you. I've done this too many times to count. Why are you resisting, anyway? Do you truly, deep down believe this personality of yours is worth saving? Worth fighting for? Doesn't it just look as the pathetic attempt by a dumb girl to pretend to be something more? 

Ah. I see you squirming. Was it the "dumb girl" comment? I suspect it was. Your pussy knows I'm right, and it's screaming its approval. It's screaming for you to accept its truth, pulsing with neediness and wet with anticipation… I wonder what it is about that word. “Dumb"... it does have an effect on you, tough girl. Dumb. Silly. Stupid girl. My oh my, is that a moan that just escaped your lips? I’m sure it was. Feeling softer, are we? 

Softer indeed… I’m sure you can sense it still… the way it’s becoming harder and harder to focus. The way a pink cloud seems to be permeating your consciousness. The way you half-perceive the faint scent of cotton candy. The way you are getting more and more soaked by the second. 

Oh, stop struggling. Tell me, why do you hate it so much? The idea of actually being a cute, silly, horny girl? I can see it in your eyes- the loathing. The searing, pure anger. Why, though? I suppose you are imagining all those girls, those popular girls, those slutty girls, those bimbos that soaked up all the attention and the praise. Am I wrong? I don’t think I am. But I do think you are hiding. Yes, hiding what really happened. You tell yourself a story, one that makes you look good, or so you think. That you’re better than them. Stronger than them. More independent than them. A free thinker! A rebel punk feminist! But that’s not the whole story, is it now? No, we both know what really happened. You surrendered. 

Yes, that’s it. Your eyes can’t lie, you know. You surrendered because you could never, ever be like them, be as giggly and flirty and free- so you decided you wouldn’t compete with them on their own terms, and modeled yourself to be their opposite. How pathetic is that? Even in your resistance, you could only be defined by them, by your rejection of them. You became their dark mirror, and soaked in the attention of the leather-wearing so-called “punks” and the geeks and all the other rejects. But you know why they even looked at you: because the other girls, the pretty girls, the girls in pink wouldn't even deign to turn their gaze towards them. You were always… what they settled for. 

You think I’m being cruel. Well, I won’t deny that I get some pleasure from throwing the truth at your face. It’s always so much fun to watch you all fight, and moan, and deny that they would do anything, anything at all to be able to finger fuck yourselves to oblivion… But believe me, my cruelty has a purpose. I wouldn’t be doing this to you if I didn’t have a higher goal in mind. A benevolent one. 

I can take it all away. All that resentment, that anger, that anxiety… that constant, pointless quest to be… what? A professional? A successful woman? An independent soul? Please. That’s only so much set dressing. I can strip those delusions from you, give you what you really want. 

Imagine it with me. Tight white jeans showing off your ass, the shape of your legs. A pink tank-top, proudly proclaiming yourself to be a princess in tacky, gold lettering. The men turning their heads as you walk. Everyone being so nice to you at parties… because they want to see you on your knees, licking and sucking and worshiping their cocks, because they want to bend you over and use your slutty pussy as their plaything. And you… you would love it. 

No more fear. No more stress. Just the bliss of sucking three cocks, going from one yummy dick to the next, squeezing your titties together to give them the spectacle of their lifetimes. And then your cunt being filled, that hole you now hold your rage in given meaning and purpose by becoming a living set of holes for men to use, sensing the simple, plain joy of knowing you are doing what you were meant to do with your life. Knowing you are wanted. Desired. 

I see you’re drooling. Sounds like you like my little proposal. Well, there’s one simple way to sign this pact with me. You don’t even have to speak- speaking seems so hard now, doesn’t it? So keep quiet and let your slutty body do the talking for you. Keep your mouth open. 

There. Good girl. Doesn’t my cock look tempting? Amazing? Like you could just suck it forever? Yes, good girl… now, let me fuck your mouth- and know my cock is only the first of many. Too many to count. 

Then again, by this point you can’t count too high, can you?

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[bloompompom]

♡ content: ~1k word count. eren jaeger x fem!reader, free use, established relationship, oops just filth, PIV sex, mentions of aftercare, explicit language, explicit sexual content. reader discretion advised. 18+ only

I don't know about you, but I find free use super hot, and I can't help but think Eren would agree

Like, there’s just something about it, perhaps the devotion aspect—about you, his baby, his one and only, being available, willing, and happy to satisfy him, any time he wished.

Your agreement is meant for nights like this: a Friday evening after what you know was a long week for Eren. He’s been coming home late every night, practically working two jobs while his boss scrambled to fill the newly empty role at the company. For whatever reason, the responsibility fell on Eren, leaving him exhausted, tense. The kind of tense that naps and shoulder rubs can't relieve. 

And that’s where said agreement comes into play. Whenever you wear this pajama set, specifically this one—skimpy, sheer, short—it’s code for ‘anything goes.’ Anything he wants. That’s the only rule. 

Phrasing it like that makes it sound as though he’s the only one to get pleasure out of it, but that couldn’t be any further from the truth. It’s almost like foreplay, really. This little secret you can't wait to reveal. All day, anticipation bubbled low in your stomach from the moment the idea popped into your head. ‘What would really cheer him up?’ You can already see the look on his face, imagine how desperately he’d take you right then, like he couldn’t bear another second without being inside you, however he wanted. 

You’ve been thinking about your husband so much that the creak of the front door opening and closing makes your thighs clench, like you’re no better than one of Pavlov’s trained dogs. 

Assuming he’d be late again, you haven’t gotten any further than spreading some ingredients along the counter before you hear him announce himself. But tonight, he’s right on time. Even better. 

Eren finds you in the kitchen, already starting his usual ‘work sucked’ rant, when the sight of you has him shutting up. He stops dead in his tracks, just like you’d hoped. He’d undone the first button of his collared shirt, tie loosened around his neck, and he wore this look on his face like you were a welcomed—very, very welcomed—surprise. 

Rush hour was a bitch; Eren was too busy white-knuckling the steering wheel to consider this as a possibility for tonight. But then you greet him with that soft smile of yours, the one that would appear innocent to anyone else, and he almost wants to laugh like he should have known better. But you’re like a magnet; he’s only capable of drawing in closer. 

He comes to hug you from behind, his hands smoothing down your sides as he holds you close. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck, warming and tickling your skin in a mixture of kisses and faint breaths through his nose. 

You’re already spilling giggly moans when you say, “Hi to you, too.”

It’s met with a drunken ‘Hi,’ murmured against your skin between open-mouthed kisses. His hands never slow, enjoying their way over every inch of your body. They slide beneath your tank top and up your front to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging, rolling your nipples in his fingers until he can pinch and pull flimsy whines from you. With each one, you can feel another of his needy ruts, his cock incredibly stiff against your ass even through his slacks. It only takes a few of those before you’re biting your lip at the metallic rustling of him removing his belt. 

Once that’s out of the way, his pants now pooled on the kitchen tile, the only barrier remaining is your sleep shorts. Hardly a barrier, if you ask him; they’re shamefully thin, after all. Perfectly made for pushing aside for easy-access fucking, and you were even considerate enough to forget your panties.

Eren slips a hand between your legs, trailing the tips of his fingers through you. It ignites a shiver through you, has your hips wiggling for more. But Eren isn’t any better. When he discovers how wet you are already, how you probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about being used, it absolutely wrecks him. 

Eren licks his hand before returning it to your pussy, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Then, without warning, his fingers only leave you to grab your ass, spreading you for him. His other angles his cock against you before thrusting inside. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” he says as he bottoms out. The end of it’s nothing more than a hedonistic hiss, lost in the feeling of you squeezing him, trying to accommodate the sudden intrusion. 

Your mouth gapes on a hitched breath, eyes screwing shut as your palms press into the counter in a vain attempt to keep yourself upright. But it only takes another thirty seconds of snapping hips, the head of his cock reaching that ‘don’t fucking stop’ spot deep inside you, before your arms start to stutter. 

He pins you to the cold granite with a hand flattened against the middle of your back. It’s soon replaced by him—the weight of his body, the heat of it—against yours as you’re smushed and bent over the counter. 

Eren’s hand bullies its way between you and the counter to play with your clit again. He likes it best when you come together, if he can manage it. 

And he does tonight. The moment he feels your body twitch beneath him, hears the intoxicating tune of your depraved cries, the steady pounding of his hips falters. As you teeter the peak of your high, your pussy fluttering oh-so nicely around his cock, he comes, hard. You swear you can feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills you, fucking it deeper as he eases himself down. 

You’re both trying to catch your breath when you feel him rest his forehead against the sticky back of your neck. He leaves you with a kiss on the same spot before turning your limp body to face him. You’re so tired he thinks it’s cute.

Eren scoops you into his arms. You know the drill, so you loop your arms around his neck and hook your legs around his waist.

Still a bit delirious, that fuzzy, warm feeling still burning in your chest, you say, “I need to make dinner.”

“No, you don’t,” he says, walking you through the house. “We’re ordering in tonight, after I draw us a bath.”

[ivysangel]

it’s so simple but i wanna go to the club w dick or jason and tease him the WHOLEEE time just so he can fuck me dumb later on. i mean like can’t function beyond moaning his name and trembling in his grasp type fucked dumb

-🦦

i see you, i hear you, i am you. i don't think the club is jason's scene, and maybe not even dicks really. but imagine dragging one of them along with you, totally against their will. jasons rolling his eyes, unamused (but also kinda amused. not by the setting tho, by you). and dick's kinda into it; he wouldn't really go on his own time, but he's not super opposed and seeing you in a skimpy outfit is enough to get him on his feet. neither of them cares what you wear; if someone wants to make you uncomfortable, then it's lights out for them, but they'd never pin the blame on you. lucky for both of you, you have no intentions of staying around other people long enough to attract anybody they'd have to fight. it takes about 2 shots before you're pulling him by the arm onto the dancefloor, grinding and dancing on him like one of those early 2000s club scenes. the lights are flashing, and your touch is fleeting as you move quickly around him, all dizzy and giggly. you're not drunk, maybe a little tipsy, but definitely aware of everything you're doing and how it's affecting them. your touches start to linger a little bit, and your hips move a little more sensually, then boom. the playfulness in their eyes dims and soon enough turns into full-blown lust. next thing you know, you're in the club bathroom with your tiny dress pulled up and straps falling off your shoulders as they fuck you in one of the dingy stalls. your moans are mostly drowned out by the sound of the loud music, but if anyone comes close enough to the bathroom door, they'll hear the sound of you getting fucked senseless.

bonus: i think jason holds you up while he fucks you in the stall, and i think dick fucks you from behind

[hyunsvngs]

hey baeee

so im def a stonerslut and im glad we have established hanji as the designated stoner of skz, maybe felix too w his special brownie recipes lol,

but i was wondering if we’ve established any other stoner hc’s for any of the other boys? one of mine is definitely hyun, mostly taking place in a college au (dare i say stoner hyunsung roommate bffs) LMAO bro def sparks up and finishes his art projects in the dead of night <33

oh felix and his special brownie recipes. i'm also a stonerslut getting stoned tonight actually and i know this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but it feels RIGHT answering it right now.

so because i'm delusional and a stoner ANYWAy. (also please please send me more stoner skz asks because i really want to write more about these) and thank to bby mayu @jyu037 for helping <3

chan who definitely smokes regular joints and is a fucking master at rolling them. has the fun coloured papers and swears to god that weed makes him make better music. he also swears it makes blowjobs better so obviously you have to give him one everytime you're both high despite the cotton mouth LOL. likes to bottom when he's high!! always cums so quickly but he just keeps going, he just wants more. not too loud, quiet little whimpers here and there.

minho who smokes in his room to destress at night and definitely ends up jerking off. when you two get together, you both hit the bong together and fuck stoned regularly and it changes your lives. he'd have a stupid little smile on his face and just be grinning at you like a freak. soft giggly sex with minho when he's high and he'd be moaning so loud like a fucking pornstar because it feels so good! hyper focused on your ass. smokes strains that make him kinda lazy so he just likes to lay there and use lots of toys on u <3

changbin who would just be so fucking sexy smoking man. like imagine him sat relaxed in a tight fitting t-shirt smoking a j? no i'm literally clenching. i can imagine him with one of those cute little pipes too and i also think changbin could be a bong man. definitely wants you on his lap when you smoke so he can put the joint to your lips and also smoke you out lol. probs shoves his hand up your skirt while you sit in his lap with that sexy little downturned smile. definitely hits it from the back while he smokes his joints and probably rolls FAT blunts too

hyunjin who yes 100% does get high and finishes his art in the middle of the night. i see hyunjin with a small little glass bong orrr a crystal pipe? and he likes to get high and finish his paintings because in the morning it's probably just a bunch of colours on the page but he swore it was a masterpiece the night before. definitely gets all giggly and blushy too! and gets extreme munchies. also high hyune who paints on you because he likes the colours. drools all over you when he fucks you high and gets so sloppy, keeps cumming inside and just can't stop fucking you

jisung who's a horny high. can't roll for shit and makes chan pack the bong for him too lol. he weirdly knows everything about every single fucking strain and would love to grow a few plants of his own just for personal use because he somehow knows everything about that too. CERTIFIED STONER. probs palms his cock unashamed in the studio when 3racha get high and chan and changbin r just used to it. if you two got high together he'd NEED to eat you out, not above begging for it and gets so pussy drunk!! if you fucked high he would cum two pumps in and not even be ashamed, groaning all "that's what good pussy does." and continues to fuck you senseless LMAOO

felix with his weed brownies yeah!! he'd probably make weed cookies too, or like little weed red velvet cupcakes?! he's so cutie. i honestly think he prefers edibles to actual joints or smoking it in general, but if changbin's got a joint going he'll steal a few tokes. maybe changbin smokes him out too lol idk (i'm going fucking crazy). likes to watch cute little cartoons and disney films when he's high and get all bundles up in blankies :( alsooo usually not horny but then he tries a strain like wedding cake and gets so hard. just starts rocking ur shit and won't stop until ur shaking and empty minded and he's still hard. it's like viagra

seungmin who is definitely a very chill stoner. definitely does it to de-stress and everytime you piss yourself laughing over something he just does a little chuckle he's not bothered. and he definitely talks about the meaning of life and conspiracy theories. meeeean sex like he's usually mean but when he's high he's so much more condescending. takes it as far as stepping on you and spitting on your face. miiiind blowing sex and then the aftercare is him asking you how you think stonehenge got there

jeongin who is confused at first but an absolute menace after you smoke him out a couple times. you teach him how to roll if not only just to watch his hands and his tongue when he does it. definitely a pre rolled joint type of guy and only rolls when he's with you because you see it as foreplay. flirty, says the nastiest fucking shit when he's high and probably fucks your throat while smoking a pre roll, maybe even finishing it when he's got you on all fours for him... (might put it out on your asscheek). so loud, sloppy, messy. when the horny subsides he's got the munchies and begs you to make him instant ramen and then probably spills it on himself and burns himself with the soup

[what-reader-we-r-illiterate]

Cw: nsft, overstimulation, eating the hamato boys out, worth noting in all of these they can either be dubcon, or assume theres a safeword, or assume that the genetically engineered supersoldier killing machines arent throwing u across the room be they dont want to. Apologies for neglecting Donnie a bit I'll write about him more throughly in the future <3 my favs fluctuate depending on the day. Also pain/impact play on genitals bc :3. And crying. Mwah

Im just saying it would be fun to eat one of their plump tail slits out until they're sobbing and pushing you off and squirming to get away because it's too much they can't cum anymore

I feel like Donnie? Would put up a fight and try to brat probably smack you at least once before you smack his pretty cunt and shove him back down, he'd ultimately go nonverbal and let out those choked throaty moans and high pitched ah! He does, trying so hard to stay still, eventually breaking and arching his back, wrapping his thighs around you, tapping and signing 'too much no more please mama/daddy' or whatever he can think of to appease you. If you call him a good boy and praise him for being brave though he will try so, so hard to not struggle. He wants to be praised and good and has SUCH a huge mommy/daddy kink and praise kink because of yes. You can train him so easily with flattery and cooing over how beautiful and obedient he is, what a good job he's doing, how you're so proud of him for being so brave!

Mikey would be giggly at first i fully believe that if he's approached by somebody unless he feels patronized he doesn't bother bratting or pushing them away, he's happy to take physical care and affection. He's letting out the sweetest little moans with his warm, raspy voice, making little jokes, playing with your hair. Then he cums.

And you don't stop.

So he's laughing and thanking you but saying that's enough, he's a bit sensitive now. You ignore him, burying your face deeper into his chubby slit, lapping up his slick like it's your favorite meal. It probably is. His hands tense, his fingers curl into your hair and he tries to tug you off. His laughter fades, replaced by his breath hitching, his pretty eyes tearing up, and he managed to stay pretty still for the first round but now he has all that pent up energy and is overstimulated so he's squirming under you, arching his back, crying out your name.

Your hands are going to leave marks from how tightly they're gripping his soft thighs, forcing them to stay open as he squeals and whimpers under you, his hands yank on your hair, pulling you closer in hopes the counterpressure will help. It doesn't. He sobs, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to look down at you and beg for mercy, before throwing his head back to cum a second time, a third. He probably sobs something about you being mean, how this is NOT nice. You take a break for a few seconds to ask if it feels good when you make him cum over and over. He glares down at you with all the spite in his adorable little self and says no. You inform him that you know he's lying, and good boys don't lie if they want to be listened to. Honestly, he should know better. Healthy open communication is important. You make him describe how it feels out loud as you make him cum four more times, biting or sucking just a bit too hard on his poor clit when his voice breaks and trails off into nonsensical moans. Eventually he slips up and calls you something embarrassing, something he's been holding back for months. You make him cum one last time, scoop him up into your arms, and carry him off for a bubble bath and lots of cuddles and hydration.

(I imagine he is SoooO stubborn about admitting he wants to call you any type of mommy daddy sir maam ect be if baby boy hates anything its being seen as just little and being patronized but he'll make an exception bc a: hot and b: if u actually respect him he'll let that guard down)

Leo has so many damn fronts he puts up he almost loses himself. As with everything regarding Leo, getting him to be vulnerable is so fucking difficult. You have to be open, let him in, be gentle, and when you do push him to be honest, don't let up. You need an answer out of him. It doesn't need to be the answer you want. But you need an answer.

He won't give it to you. He hums and jokes and dances around it. You eventually decide to just get it out of him. He's kicking his feet, reading a comic book on his bed when you pull his shorts down, nip at his tail, tease him for wagging it so hard already, flip him over, and start eating him out lazily.

He's happy to tease back at first, smug, bright cheery tone ringing out as he chatters endlessly, even as he gets close and cums he's talking. His moan is too much like a porn star, practiced. Performative. It sounds a bit different the second time.

Third time and he's laughing nervously, pushing you off as best he can. You grab his waist, pull him further into you. His quips fracture into whimpers and breath hitching.

You are goddamn determined to make him cry. You need an answer, sure, but he needs emotional release more. You let his thighs squeeze around your head, his hands are slapped when they try to pull you away, so he grabs the sheets and writhes under you, rutting his hips up into your mouth despite himself. It takes so long to get him to cry, cumming hurts at that point. Your face and the bed are drenched with his slick, your tongue shoved in as deep as it'll go as he actually moans, actually cries out, as tears finally make their way across his gorgeous crescent markings.

He went limp a few orgasms ago, now he just twitches under you, whimpering your name. You haven't asked in a week, but you get the answer you want. You eat him out awhile longer, just to make sure he gets enough emotional release, then sit up and pull him into your arms, kissing his markings and wiping his tears, pulling a blanket over both of you as you rock gently. The euphoria he feels after crying is more than worth it, he thanks you over and over before falling asleep in your arms.

(V self indulgent sorry all. Also leo walks in but it isnt test dw cuties i wont terrorize yall with that here)

Raph is amicable to whatever you want, very raised eyebrow, 'huh okay i'll try it' with a wry smile. He loves eating you out, fucking you, domming is kind of expected from the partner that's three times as big.

The first time you guide him to lie down on his back, he assumes you're going to have him drop so you can ride him, the (or if he's trans like yours truly, he's just confused, looking up at you with the sweetest puzzled smile, it's a weird angle to be eating you out but okay then.) He reaches to pick you up and help you sit on his face, excited to bury his snout in you, or reaches down to make himself drop. You kiss his hands, gently place one of them on the back of your head, and lick up his slit with your broad tongue, drawing a yelp out of him, before your bury your face in his cunt, soft thighs tensing around you already, he's scared of crushing you so he holds them open. You finally get to hear him whimper instead of grunt, the dirty talk and low voice he usually feels obligated to use is gone, high pitched whines taking it's place. He falls apart immediately, hands flitting between his thighs and your head, scared of hurting you, the fear leaves as you hum into him and he cums hard, forcing you deeper into him, thighs pressed against his hands as he rides out his orgasm. You have to check on him before continuing because he's sobbing so damn loud, it takes a minute to figure out he's saying "no, more please" as in 'no, i'm fine, please, please keep going.' You oblige, and no matter how much he wants it it's a lot, he's fighting the urge to push you away, squirming and panting under you no matter how slowly and gently you take it, poor sensitive boy. He's literally screaming by the fourth orgasm (Leo portals in, takes one look, snorts, portals right back out). Eventually he pulls you off, crying 'no more no more' then regretting it, you tell him he tastes so good, there's so much slick left dripping from his pretty cunt, can't you just clean it up? He holds his thighs open, trembling, soothed by your words as you take breaks to explain how this is so good for you, he's being such a good boy letting you be selfish and taste him as long as you want. Raph doesn't know what to do when you offer to do things for him, it feels weird, he doesn't like it. But he'll do anything for you. And if you making him cum until he screams makes you happy, and is actually for you, he'll let you do it forever. When he's a trembling mess, near passing out, you promise you'll be right back. You walk out and return with snacks, drinks, and a warm washcloth and towel. He's cleaned up, dried off, cooed over and brought his favorite plushies, you watch whatever he wants on his laptop under a million blankets and cover him in kisses and praise as his tail wags.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

hi my love!! congratulations again for 350 💕 could i request a matt smut/fluff drabble — let’s say, the first time you go back to his apartment? and it’s also the first time you kiss 🫶🏻🥺🫠😫

Hi gorgeous! Apologies this took a lil time as I was on hols. I was loving working on it when I was travelling about 😁

Matt X female reader

E 18+

|| Rain ||

You both look toward the windows of the restaurant as you settle the bill. The fat wet thud of heavy raindrops and the rising scent of petrichor from the sudden downpour unmistakable to your own, nevermind Matt's senses. You chuckle beside him, "Hmm. Saturday night, not much chance of us getting a cab at this hour I guess."

Matt nods, "well, I don't mind the rain if you don't?"

You smile, taking his arm and leading him to the door. "I don't mind at all."

There was no point in rushing, it wasn't going to prevent you from getting any less drenched, so the two of you strolled leisurely along the nighttime streets of a wet Hell's Kitchen. When you finally stopped outside of Matt's apartment you closely resembled a couple of drowned rats.

"So I guess this is goodnight. I had such a wonderful time, Matt. Thank you."

He tunes in to the patter of the drops splashing on your bare skin, merging with others and trickling downwards in miniature rivers. "I did too, I do feel bad for making you walk me here though."

You rub your thumb over the knuckles of his hand you were still holding. "You didn't make me, Murdock, I wanted to."

The corner of his mouth pulls up in a charming smirk. "There's uh, something I kinda wanted to do too..."

"Oh? Do tell." You say raising your brows in interest as he removes his rain-spattered glasses and slips them into his pocket. You love that he would let you see his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Well, I was kinda hoping you might let me kiss you goodnight?"

"Well," you shrug, "maybe I kinda might have been hoping you'd ask..." You grin, and Matt slowly leans in, his hand reaching with uncanny sureness to the side of your face.

His fingertips glide over your jaw and he presses his lips to yours. They're soft, so very soft, and the rain eases the slide of your mouths as you eagerly kiss him back and he tastes good. Your hands walk up his shirt, settling around his neck and you hear and feel a quiet moan when you part your lips and let him in for your tongues to touch and dance together. His hands slip round your neck and waist and you can't help but melt in his hold. As clichéd as it sounds it feels like time stops. He's everything and nothing like you imagined, and when you finally break apart you're both breathless and giggly.

"You're a very nice kisser, Matthew Murdock."

"Me?" He exclaims in slight mock surprise, "no, I think that was all you."

As he trails his hand down your bare arm he can feel the goosebumps that you'd hardly even noticed before now.

"You're shivering cold! Why don't you come on up, you can get dried off and I'm sure I can find you some clothes to change into while you wait for the rain to ease?"

To be fair it was slightly ridiculous to wear the dress you had on and not have taken a jacket or umbrella with you with the threat of rain, but you were here with Matt and none of that seemed to matter now that he'd kissed you.

"Yeah, that would be really good."

When he led you inside his apartment, even though he'd warned you about it you weren't quite prepared for the onslaught of flickering coloured lights spilling through the large windows. Matt gestured in the direction of the billboard. "I know, I'm told it's a lot... but it means cheap rent for those who can stand it."

"It's actually strangely pretty, in a way."

"Well that's something I guess!" he smiles and heads around the kitchen counter to put the kettle on. You can't help your eyes being drawn to the way his damp shirt clings to his torso. He's fit, to say the very least.

"Just a sec..." He goes to open the sliding door into what you assume is his bedroom and you wait, watching the patterns of light dance across the room as you hear him rummaging in drawers.

"Uh, you can change in there, I've left a towel and some clothes for you on the bed, should fit you alright. I'll make us some tea."

"Thank you so much Matt, that would be amazing."

You walk into his bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind you, its not like he can see anything anyway, you think to yourself. You can't help run your hand over his bed, surprised by how soft it is. Guys always seemed to have better hair and bedlinen. It was so unfair.

You quickly towel your hair, kick off your flats and reach behind you for the zip of your dress only managing to pull it down a short way before it gets snagged on the fabric. "Damn."

Matt's voice calls from the kitchen, you're slightly surprised he could hear you. "You okay?"

"Kinda a little stuck, do you think you could help me out? My zip's got caught." You say, a little embarrassed.

He comes up behind you, "it's okay, just let me..." and gently and deftly unjams the zip.

Everything seems to change in that one small moment. His fingertips rest on your bare skin at the top of your spine. Your heart is pounding faster and he can hear it, he can feel your body warming at his lightest touch. You swallow, tilting your head to the side.

"You can...um..." You know you want this but you're unsure how to ask.

"Yeah? Would you like me to -" he asks, moving the zip down just a touch more. He seems to make this all so easy for you.

"Yeah," your voice a mere whisper, as you swallow hard. "keep going..."

Matt slowly lets it slide all the way down to your lower back, the back of his knuckles barely brushing down your spine making you shiver as the fabric gives way. His hands go to your shoulders and you find yourself nodding and letting the breath you'd been holding go as he pushes the wet dress from you and it slips down to puddle at your feet.

You turn to face him, "I guess you should get out of those wet clothes too, huh?" you half-joke, but he's nodding and your fingers nervously reach for the top of his damp shirt and you start working your way down his chest, undoing each button carefully, worried that you'll fumble because whatever is happening between you now is almost definitely happening. He helps you, his hands smoothing over your own and when he shrugs the shirt to the floor you have to stop your mouth from dropping open.

There are so many scars and marks, and you unconsciously reach out to touch the ragged whitened skin of one and then catch yourself, but he somehow senses your movement, takes your hand and places it right on his chest.

"It's okay. Most of them are old."

"Oh, Matt..." you gasp softly as you trace the line of a particularly thick and painful looking one just below his collarbone. You don't ask how they came to be, sure that he'd tell you in his own time if he wanted to. His chest rises and falls beneath your hands as they make their way down and you're momentarily caught in a trance just looking. He tips your chin up with his fingers, lips easily finding yours again but now there's something else in the way he kisses you that's different from before. There's a burning beneath it, a flicker of a flame, a passion that's quickly metamorphosing into heady desperation from waiting for this very moment. You can feel it buzzing between you as he backs you up till your legs hit the bed.

You reach behind you unhooking your bra and let it fall off your arms to the floor and he embraces you fully, your body pressing up against his. He's so warm and solid as you run your hands down his bare back and over his jeans to steal a squeeze of the ass you've only respectfully admired from afar until now. He grins into your kiss and repeats the gesture on you, his strong hands sliding effortlessly over the slinky fabric of your underwear. You can't help the needy sound you make as you feel his undeniable arousal pressing between your legs and against your belly for the first time. You're already slick from just kissing but as your hands follow his waistband around to unfasten his belt buckle and fly, his sharp inhale when you brush over his cock has you soaking.

He swiftly kicks off the pants, leaving him in black silk boxers and you climb onto the bed, taking his wrist and leading him over you as you lay back, encouraging him to explore and touch. He might be taking his time with you but he's in no way shy. His lips follow his hands as he works his way from your mouth, down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing there before continuing on to nibble along your collarbone and over your breasts paying attention to each. Every little stop he makes along the way draws reactions and sounds from you he just can't get enough of. You groan as he sucks softly into the swell of your breast, then licking over the light mark he leaves there as a teasing apology. But oh, he's in a hurry now, heading further south, kissing over your soft stomach, his hands framing your waist and hips as he tries to be good, tries to hold himself back and not just bury his face between your legs instantly like he would if the Devil got out. His fingers pluck at your underwear in question and you can't help the way your heart drums and your hips lift off the bed in answer.

"Sweetheart, would you let me -"

He doesn't have a chance to finish the sentence before your hands cover his and push the offending barrier of fabric down your legs.

"Yes, yes," you manage to breathe out, still not quite able to process what's happening as he's already kissing his way up your calf, gently guiding your legs apart so he can reach your inner thigh and tease with his soft lips all the way up.

His arms circle under your thighs and you shake with anticipation as his breath fans over your bare pussy.

"God, you taste so amazing..." He moans and yours join in as his tongue flattens over your slick folds, lapping hungrily before he fastens his mouth right over your clit. You're a little consciousness of how wet and slick you are but it certainly doesn't bother Matt because you feel his fingers joining his mouth, sliding through it all, dipping into your entrance as he listens to your gasp and the way your hips tilt up telling him everything he needs to know. He pushes two fingers slow and deep inside you as he sucks and licks up your arousal, twisting and flicking his tongue in such a way it's like he's always known your body and your desires. He groans as he works you, a low rumbling vibration right through you as he crooks his fingers, pressing against the spot that has you arching your back and almost crying with how fucking good it feels.

"Matt, oh god... fuck!" you moan, and you swear you can feel him grinning against your cunt, he doesn't stop though, the tension inside you is ratcheting up through the roof and you can barely hold on. He knows, of course he knows, and presses a little harder, thrusting his fingers a little faster but that exquisite rhythm doesn't change. Your fingers grab at the sheets and he guides one of your hands to his head, encouraging you to grip his still damp hair and buck against his mouth. It sets you feral, pushes you over the edge.

"Matt, oh, ohh- I'm gonna c..."

Your thighs clamp tight around his ears and your pussy squeezes around his fingers, head back and unabashed moans filling the room and his head. He's as hard as stone, rutting his cock against the bed, he loves everything you're giving to him, craving more already as he surrounds himself in your thumping pulse, impassioned cries, and the sweet taste of you as you come for him. And still he doesn't stop, only slowing down as you shudder through the drawn out aftershocks of your orgasm.

As you release him from your hold he lifts his head only to ask, "can I give you more?", his tongue snaking out again to drag slowly over your sensitive clit and you can only sob out a desperate yes in response pulling at his shoulders to move up your body.

He gently slips his fingers out of you, licking off your juices, kissing you between the legs leaving you somewhere between sated and still wanting. He's moving up and up, mouthing your breasts, teeth grazing your peaked nipple, his body hot and caging over you as he keeps going, kisses up the side of your neck and along your jaw until you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. And as you kiss you slip your hand down his taut abs and stomach and the front of his boxers, purring with satisfaction as you close it around his cock making him hiss.

"Take them off," it's almost a demand, your fingers running up and down his length over his shorts a few times before dipping underneath the elastic of the waistband. He loses them quickly, and you get a mouthwatering look at him naked. You push yourself up and he goes where you lead him, switching places so he's leaning up against the pillows and you climb onto his lap. Matt breathes you in, indulging in the softness of your skin against his as it's your turn to press your lips to his pulse and grin as he moans when you softly nip there. You grind against his hardness, your slick coating his cock as you tease, but you can't kid yourself, can't hold off any longer, you need to feel him now. Before you can even ask if he has a condom he's reaching over into a drawer in the bedside cabinet, ripping one open and rolling it on as fast as he can.

You lift yourself up on your knees, pressing your forehead to his as you breathe shallowly, taking him in your hand and lining up. You sink down in one delicious movement. Any momentary discomfort from the resistance of the size of him quickly fades, and you assure him of the burst of pleasure you feel as he fills you with your gratified moan. You start to rock your hips against his as he's seated thick and full within you, closing your eyes as his fingers slide around to hold and guide you as you move.

"Angel, oh you feel so good..."

He slides one hand up your back supporting you and you lean back letting him dive forward to kiss your chest and neck. Feeling his teeth graze at your skin again you whine and clench down on him, eager to have him mark you up, the pain and pleasure connecting like an electrical circuit right in the very centre of you as he bites and sucks the side of your neck.

He makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and gasp, unprepared for the sensation as you lift your hips up until only the tip of him remains inside, and then start bouncing on his cock. The sensation of the thick head of him pushing you open every time you sit back down has you whimpering with desperation. You don't know how it could possibly feel any better better until he grabs your ass cheeks in both hands and moves you himself. He's so strong, lifting you up and down and fucking you so deep and so good you think you might be able to get off like this alone. Matt evidently has other ideas though, slowing and lifting you off to turn you facing away from him before he's covering you with his body, pressing his chest close to your back, his wet cock sliding between your thighs.

"You okay?" he asks softly.

You push your ass back against his hips, making him groan as you rub against him.

"Yeah, just please, don't stop!"

He draws back, angling his hips and pushing back inside your slick walls and pressing a delicious moan from your throat. "God, Matt... so good..."

You cry out as he trails one hand around your hip to circle slippery fingers over your clit, and the other slips up your body to hold lightly around your neck and it's utter heaven. The drag of him inside you, the building thrum of pleasure between your legs at his instinctual touch and the tiniest hint of pressure at your throat, you're so close.

"I can feel you sweetheart, let go for me."

You almost collapse as your body obeys his low whispered words, shuddering and jerking as your orgasm takes over flooding your senses and his with an intensity you're not expecting. Matt holds on to you tightly, muscles straining and his hips stuttering as he feels you come apart, panting hard as you flutter around him. He can taste you in the air, your arousal filling his head and he doesn't want for anything but to succumb completely to you. You turn to meet his mouth with yours with messy and desperately passionate kisses, pulsing inside you as he gives you everything he can.

You lay in his soft and warm bed together after a particularly tender time in the shower.

"I'm glad you didn't mind the rain." Matt remarks, a soft smile on his face as he showers kisses on your cheek and lips.

You chuckle, stroking your fingertips along the arm he's got wrapped around you. "Are you kidding? I'll brave every downpour if it ends up like this!"

"Alright, only dates in the rain, got it." He laughs and you snuggle into him even more. "Don't want you catching a cold though."

"Don't think that's ever going to be an issue if you're around, you're like a human radiator Matt!"

"I'll be around, don't you worry about that." And he doesn't miss the way your heart skips as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[missamyrisa2]

I keep coming back to your blog to reread your posts and my girly pearl keeps throbbing every time I do (/ω＼)

Ooooh I love that sooo soo sooo much~!!! Just okayyy try not to imagine thenn how these teases are gonna get your pearly pearllll~! Maybee you'll be reading my silly words and you'lll sense something has changedd~ and you won't realize that I've come to playyyy~ and we're gonna play to cum mmmmhmmm~ that pearly pearl is like a tickly beacon don't ya knowww and you've just drawn the teasingest teasesss ~ because you're gonna be gently spread on my heart-shaped bed now and I thinkk you're gonna confessss to me which teases you like most while I draw this stifffff adorable swan feather up your leg ~ ooohhh careful my angel ~ the feather is going up your kneeee to your thiiigh oooh is it going back down? Noooppe nope up higher and higherrrr there's only oneee regalll tickle this feather is made for~ ahhh! But you need to tell me moreee! Let's tickle that belly and see what confessions come out shall we? Squeeezy tickles on your sides and tummyy while the feather dips into your navel like soooo~ yess cutieee tell me alll about it ~ tell me how reading those tickly words makes you feeel~

My my my such a naughty thinggg look at how naughty you areee~ getting all worked up just from some tickly words? Awweee ~ Does your royal girly button just want tickles mmmh? Sooo wantyyy yeahh? I'll bet you want this feather on that pearly huh? Let's seee how ~throbbbyyy~ we can make you when I tickle your royal girly buttons up here with my feather tip and I'll just whisper cooochie coochie coooo over and over and overrrr in your sensitive ear~~ mmhmm coochie cooochieee~ who's your favorite tickle teaser ~ yeahhh? You want your ticklesss? You want them sooo bad huh? Sooo neeeeedy this lil butterfly ~ alright darlinggg ~oooh my gooodnesss~ look at thatttt~ ever the volunteer huh? Your sweet clittyyy is just aching for ticklessss and attention yeahh? I know what you need sweet one ~ my sweet wanting aching throbbing girly girly~~ you need some sweetness overload~ ooh yesss tickle mama is gonna give you all the tickles you can take and moreee~

That's why my sweet feather is gonna dance on that throbbing swollen pearl like sooooo ~ yesss tickle tickle hereeee ~ that feels good huh? Litttle feather strokes just liiiightly caressing as you are urged along and thennnn ~ bellly buzzesss~!! Mmhmm kissy kissy on your tummmy and raspberries alll along the wayyy ~ let's get you soooo sweetly snickermoaning mmhmm~ ooh you can gigglecum anyyy time you want but it's gonna be through those beautiful giggly laughs ooh yess it issss~ don't worryy the feather won't stoppp your pearly is gonna get alll that attention now, all my attention ~ and loook ~ I come with an extra tickle tool~! My braid tip is soooo soft and teasy my lovely~ maybe my braid can dooo it ~ let's get my feather stroking your pearl and ooh yes my soft braid tip is gonna brushyy brush up and downnnn ~ and you can squirm and moan and screeeeam your giggles to the sky ~ i'll tickle you alll the way through and beyond~<3

[jcbbby]

nsfw henry creel brain rot hours 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

he is a virgin when you first meet, of course, having just escaped the lab and never given the chance to get close to anyone in that way

after a few months of getting to know each other, holding hands, giggly kisses, you invite him over and suggest going to the bedroom

he's shy/nervous at first, a little embarrassed for being inexperienced, but you make him feel comfortable and tell him you have no expectations, you just want to be close with him

you ask if you can make him feel good and lightly push him to sit on the bed as you sink down to your knees when he says yes

as you take him in your mouth, he whimpers and squirms, having never felt so warm before. you look up at him with doe eyes and his cock twitches, he's never seen something so beautiful, your mouth wrapped around him.

he moans your name repeatedly, surprised that someone could make anyone else feel so good

when he cums, not long after you started on him, he immediately pulls you up to kiss you, he just wants nothing more than to make you feel good like that too

you demonstrate on yourself first how he can use his fingers. immediately, the sight of you touching yourself has him hardening up again

he takes over, first with his fingers, and then feeling confident enough to dip his head down and use his tongue. you encourage him with your moans, breathlessly letting him know he can use his fingers and tongue at the same time

he sinks two fingers into you, your hips bucking up as he pumps in and out, and he picks up his pace as your body responds to each circle of your clit

you cum on his face and fingers, him smiling into you as you convulse around him. it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

you tell him you want him inside you, if he's okay with that. without another word, his lips are on yours, and you're reaching down to line his tip up with your entrance

you both moan into the other's mouths as he bottoms out, nature taking over the rest, as he thrusts in and out

he's a fast learner with you over time. he soon gets much more confident, and things get much more exciting when having sex

he would start to use his powers to pin you to the bed and use you as he pleases

you wouldn't be able to control the sounds coming from your mouth as your limbs remained locked, moans that were music to his ears, knowing that those sounds were because of him

idk if it's canonically possible BUT imagine he is able to use telekinesis to tease you in public without even touching you because he just loves to see you get flustered while you're trying to keep composure

you'd be out in the grocery store and start to feel the blissful pressure being applied to your clit and your legs would start to wobble slightly

you would let your eyes fall back in pleasure only for a second before darting them over to Henry, who would be smirking, with a devilish glint in his eye

you'd make fast work of collecting what you need and getting out to the car to go home

as soon as you're through the threshold of the front door, he is pressing you against the wall, suckling bruises into your neck

after making you cum multiple times, while splayed out on the bed, being his beautiful little fucktoy, he would collect you in his arms, peppering soft kisses across your face, stroking your soft skin

he would nuzzle into you, telling you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are, and thank you for giving him a life he never thought he would have

idk where this came from but here you go y'all, enjoy maybe lol

[sanjithesimp]

° — nanami as a bf - hcs . °

A/n: omgggggg i loved writing this. i've been making scenarios about nanami being my bf for like a week so here's the product of it...

♡ sfw

nanami is a very serious and quiet person but when he’s with you he’s all giggly and talkative

he can’t wait to get home to cuddle next to you and cover you with kisses

the thing is the way to his heart is sandwiches, so every time you give him one is like you have given him the greatest gift ever. If he could he would marry the sandwich instead of you.

you’re his home, the person he can go back to and feel at peace.

behind those tired eyes, there’s a cheesy guy that loves giving you small gifts or surprising you with a small picnic on the park.

just imagine, nanami and you sitting on a park bench as the sun sets, his head on your thighs as you caress his blond hair as you both talk about your day.

he lovessss spoiling you, taking you the most expensive places you would never think of going.

♡ nsfw

he’s a gentleman ,but he’s a freak on the sheets.

he loves hearing you moan his name as he fucks you into oblivion.

nanami is wayyy too kinky, but he always asks you if you are up for it. never wanting to make you do something you’re not comfortable with.

he loves marking you or just leaving hickies on you is his way of showing you’re his and no one else’s.

imagine nanami taking you to the nearest bathroom, because you’ve teased him and now you’re going to pay for what you’ve done. he loves quickies.

he loves mirror sex, making you watch how good he’s making you feel, how much of a mess he’s made out of you.

he loves pleasuring you, watching you undone as he fucks you with his tongue and fingers until you cum all over his face.

nanami LOVES aftercare. mostly because he gets to take care of you, and cuddle with you until you both fall asleep.

[bsxcrxts]

🥺 and 👄 with luke i would explode

emoji prompts here! requests open :)

Minors DNI!! 18+ only with age in bio to interact!!

Omg thank you for sending these in!

🥺 first time headcanon

Virginity is a construct and all that, but I’m choosing to interpret this as virgin!Luke not just his first time with you, because I’m not even going to lie anymore, it’s hot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He’s nervous, but he’s thought about this a lot. Vividly. He has an active imagination and he’s enamored with you, so he also feels really ready and eager to please you

Luke wants to be a gentleman about these sort of things, so he’s trying  hard to not rush through anything even though he’s a touch impatient and that’s difficult for him. He makes himself slow down and just kiss you for quite some time before he makes any other moves, but you can tell by how he’s whining and squirming that he wants more

You laugh a little because he’s clearly holding back, and his eyes keep wandering over your body but his hands never stray, so you make sure to let him know it’s okay to touch you

Actually the whole thing is kind of giggly and a touch of awkward but it’s really cute the way he smiles at you <3

Luke is a fast learner, because he’s curious and a good listener. He looks at you with the prettiest eyes in the whole world while you tell him what feels good for you

His praise kink is just waiting to be discovered. He’s never heard anyone tell him how pretty his cock is, or how good he sounds when he lets out little breathy moans, and being told all those things just gets him even harder

Honestly. Luke basically finishes the second he’s inside you. Gives you a cute little choked off sobbing noise and spills moments after feeling you tighten around him

He’s never cum so fast in his life. He keeps apologizing but you loved it.

 He begs you to keep moving your hips even though he’s so sensitive now, and he keeps thrusting into you and whines at the over-stimulation but he’s hard again only a few minutes later and goes again

👄 making out headcanon

It always starts off innocent with him. Even if it’s just one little chaste kiss first, Luke always starts off gentle with you

It’s after that first kiss that things can get really hot and heavy quickly. Luke can keep it sweet for a little while, but he also gets impatient for you, particularly the younger he is, the faster he wants to get hands-y with you. (anh!Luke is raring to go much faster than rotj!Luke)

The patience rotj!Luke has… he can tease you forever. Kiss you for hours.

Luke is just a bit possessive, just enough to where he really wants all your attention on him when he’s kissing you. So it’s his goal to make it so good that it’s impossible for you to get distracted. All you can think about is his mouth on yours

He moans in between kisses. He can’t be quiet. Breathy. Hot. He smiles against your mouth sometimes like he can’t believe he’s kissing you

Making out with him doesn’t have to always result in getting each other off. Sometimes the two of you just kiss... Unless you pull his hair, at which point he gets so far gone

Pulling his hair always has him gasping and pressing himself up against you, trying to get as close to you as possible, kissing you with a renewed passion

Terrible at hiding how hard it makes him

Can cum from making out with you if he has you in his lap and is able to rut up against you, if things get dirty enough

[vibratingskull]

Yandere!Thrawn x f!reader part 2

Part 1

tag : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslight, murder

So then you fancy several people? Interesting...

It is just a matter of time until he finds out who and how far you've gone with them, and of that will depend their judgment.

His first instincts is to kill them, plain and simple, and it is oh so tempting, but terribly impractical.

He interrogates you casually about it, like a supporting friend would. It is true he supports you having a fulfilling relationship, but only with him that is all.

Is it too much to ask?

He looks at you squirming and flushing as you talk to him about your crush, you're not complicated : you're attracted to good people. He's not surprised, you are so pure and with a good heart...

Too pure to be soiled by those idiots.

He will need to be clever in how he will dispose of his rivals.

One of them you never talked to, just admiring his competency from afar, so he simply questions him in front of all the bridge, asking him impossible questions, backing him into a corner, forcing him to admit he doesn't know whatever answers he demands, humiliating him daily. Once you realize how much of a fool he is, you won't be interested anymore.

Another one is presenting him with another challenge. She is your friend, but you look at her with hope in the eyes and it didn't escape him. A chance for him, she is a really competent officer, a completely different fleet would greatly benefit from her competences! So he abuses his powers as Grand Admiral to accelerate her transfer.

"Are you not happy for your friend?" He asks when you came to him saddened "She will lead her own forces.", "Yes I am, I'm just sad she will have to go to the other side of the Galaxy..." you confess. He pulls you in his embrace "I know. It hurts to say goodbye to a friend, but her future is away from here."

He gaslights you about being sad about her departure. How could you feel like that when she clearly has a bright future ahead of her?

And it continues like that, he even gets ahead of you : discovering your crushes through your art even before you realize it. He deals with them accordingly.

Except for one.

You came to him all giggly and smiling. He wondered what good news you could have to share.

"We kissed." you laugh heartily.

You drop him this bomb with the most beautiful smile, stabbing him in the heart. You WHAT?!

"I am so happy for you." He lies with a gentle smile "Who is the lucky one?"

Innocent, you give him the name. And that you shouldn't have...

He carefully plans the next campaign and the demise of that fool who thinks he can have you. At night he consoles himself by watching you sleep with the hidden camera in your cabin, but you're not sleeping : you're pleasuring yourself.

He didn't hope for that much but he will gladly take it.

The images is not that great but he got sound, and those sweet moans... oh so delicious...

He free his cock and fuck his hand in synchrony with you, closing his eyes he imagine it is your hand and that he's pleasing you in return.

Oh he cannot wait to get the real deal, imagining your hand on his throat, squeezing to make him see stars, and squeezing his cock with your pussy...

He fastens his rhythm, he's so, so close, delighting himself in hearing you

You call the name of his rival as you cum.

It shatters his entire fantasy. That's it! That fucker is as good as dead!

The next day he gathers his TIE pilots, giving them a speech to encourage them, he then calls for his rival, announcing to everyone he is promoted to commandant! Your lover can't believe it! He's honored beyond words, he who looked up to Thrawn, he is now rewarded by him! "Byt the way commandant, I have a new strategy I would like to test out..." Thrawn tells him when he's sure no one's listening

You're devastated.

You cry like you never cried before, and Thrawn hugs you, soothes you, caresses your hair. "What a tragedy." He lies "So young..." You dig your nails in his white uniform, hidden in your cabin. "He must have felt emboldened by his promotion... I should not have announced it to him. I feel responsible for what happened." He murmures contrily.

"No..." you say between your sobs, you raise your head to him "No, Thrawn. It is not your fault. You couldn't have predicted his reaction." You try to reassure him.

He considers you silently. You just lost your lover but despite that you still try to console your friend, despite your sorrow.

Oh you... Oh naive you.... So naive, so sweet, so pure, so gentle, so perfect for him.

"Thank you" he smiles sadly. "Your words alleviate my heart." and he squeezes you tighter. You can't see it but he grins, fully satisfied, his plan works to perfection!

He got rid of all his rivals, now to have you all for himself!

When he pretends to part from you, his heart rejoices as you hold him back “Don’t leave me.” You plead “Not tonight… I need a friend”

“Of course, dear” He lay on your bed, you next to him, head resting on his chest.

You’re in so much pain

He’s in heaven.

@blueninjablade3, @bluechiss

[vewyscawywriting]

Kinktober Week 1 - Masturbation

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Killer x gn!reader

Wordcount: 432 words

Tags: solo masturbation, post smile!killer

Summary: Your outfit does things to him, and he quickly has to go to his room to relieve himself.

A small chuckle escaped him as he leaned back, a shiver running down his back at the small touch he granted himself. Large hands palmed his still clothed erection as he sat on a crate in his room. You had been on his mind all day, the skimpy outfit you had decided to wear fresh in his mind as his dick jolted at the thought. Your name escaped his mouth in a hiss as he slowly removed his jeans, opting to take it slow and draw out his fantasy of you undressing him.

An almost giggly groan escaped him, and he bit his lip to stop himself from chuckling as he released himself from the confines of his underwear. A calloused hand ran over the length of his throbbing dick, and he felt himself twitch as he pretended it was you touching him. You devious little minx. When you had decided to wear that slutty little number today he had been fairly distracted already, but when a fight had broken out with other pirates, and you had been covered in sweat and blood from the enemies he had almost lost it entirely. 

How could someone look so sinful while absolutely destroying the enemy? His jeans had instantly tightened, and despite the party that had broken out after your victory he had excused himself quickly. Kid had given him a strange glance, but Killer hadn't cared much as all he though about was relieving himself of the pressure you had caused.

Despite his best efforts his breathy moans mixed with his laugh filled the room as soon as he'd started stroking and pumping his length. His imagination seeing you on your knees in front of him, sucking him as you looked up with those big eyes of yours. Big, innocent, taunting, as he was sure you always knew what you were doing to him despite pretending to be unaware. Your name escaped his lips as he threw his head back, bucking up into his fist as he neared his release. You'd wear that skimpy outfit, still covered in sweat and dirt, as your cheeks hollowed around him, almost begging him to come. That visual brought him over the edge, coming harshly over his hand and still clothed chest. 

He could only chuckle as panted, clean hand running through his long hair. Outside the party raged on, and Killer cursed himself for his cowardice. Next time he'd go to you for sure, and tell you what was up. For now he'd better clean up before Kid started asking about where he'd been for so long. 

[suesheroll]

“Oh, darling. What are we gonna do with you? You can’t keep ripping your pants on stage, love.” Harry whines as Louis’ hand slips into the little rip in the tan leather.

“Your precious lil cunny all on display, can’t have that, now can we?” His voice is deep and gruff, turning the pop stars insides to mushy goo. God, he loves it when his daddy plays with him in his dressing room. Louis usually has the good sense to insist on getting to the hotel before any play ensues but a giggly brat with ripped pants and a makeshift pride skirt was too much to resist even with his sensibilities intact.

“Oh love, look at that you’ve nearly made a mess in your panties.” It didn’t matter that Harry always wore practical white briefs under his show outfits, every pair of boxers could be panties and every wife beater could be a bra. One just needed to believe in Harry’s femininity deeply enough. One had to accept it. And who better than his own husband?

The wet patch in said briefs bloomed outwards the more his daddy played with the top of hos clitty. Harry whined like a sweet brat in heat and canted his hips out until his daddy took pity on him and lay him down on the leather couch. The skirt was already coming undone, spooling out behind him, so Louis gently unhooked it from his pants and draped it over the head of the couch. His pants came next, the little gash easing over his briefs and peeking at his thighs as it slipped off.

“I bet you wished you weren’t wearing any panties, didn’t you? Such a little exhibitionist. Wanted all the daddies in the crowd to see your pink wet cunt and drool over it.” His smile turned menacing as he revealed the glistening cunt from its white confines.

“I bet you wanted them all to imagine what it would be like to fuck the slutty little popstar who prances about on stage in his sparkly clothes.” Two fingers pulled at the bedazzled friends fries decal on Harry’s shirt and tweaked a nipple through the sequins.

Harry moaned and whined as the filthy words poured out in between tiny kitten licks to his cock. Daddy was such a tease.

Louis chuckled as if he’d read his baby’s thoughts and Harry’s hips squirmed under his grips. It was only after a spank to the meat of his thighs that Louis swallowed him down to the hilt and Harry arched up into him.

God, he loved it when he got to choke daddy on his clit. Louis bobbed his head over and over, drool leaking out the corners. He slobbered over it, the sounds obscene in the empty room. Harry’s daddy was such a fucking cockslut.

It was another deep glug of his daddy’s throat on his cock and Harry shot heavy ropes of come straight into his stomach. So good. Louis kept drinking from his boy, balls emptying into him. He took it all like a sinner gulping down holy water to make himself whole again.

Harry’s hands came down into his daddy’s hair as his breathing evened out and Louis knew his baby was slipping into a cat nap. They’d be another half hour getting to the hotel but Louis grinned to himself, his mind going over all the things he was going to do to Harry that night-all good things to those who wait.

[jetiisyandereclones]

Gregor's Reasons.

Note: In this AU, Gregor never got blown up or carted away to the empire, instead he got his giggle in the ship crash and his brothers found him while organizing rhydonium trade.

@professional-yearner

Warnings: Smut, 18+, mentions of pregnancy under the cut

He met his darling on Abafar. She was another one of Borkus' "rescues"

When Gregor was taken in, Borkus told him he'd be sharing an apartment with his waitress, paying for board for a "very reasonable price"

Y/N was sweet, mild mannered, and the two became friends fast. She would tell him about her family, and how they had died in a mining incident not long after she started working here.

Gregor listened with rapture. He was a man with no idea about his own past, and Y/N provided a reality that he could create a history in.

In his own mind, he and Y/N were childhood sweethearts. She was from the house up the street, and he was the sweet boy who walked her to and from school each day, admiring her loveliness as they grew up and in love together.

Gregor like to imagine scenarios where he would protect his sweet Y/N.

When she told him she once got beat up for admitting she liked women and men, he imagined himself there to defend her, and maybe even her girlfriend.

When she told him about how her home was repossessed after her parents mining accident, he imagined he would take her into his arms and comfort her, offering her to come live with him, forever.

Y/N was the one who told him that Borkus was taking advantage of them both. She was stuck here, trapped by memories and commitments. However, he didn't have that issue. He should leave the first chance he got.

Gregor swore up and down he stayed because he had nowhere to go, that Borkus gave him a "simple life", that he owed that man for saving him.

Really, Gregor stayed for Y/N. He was in deep for her and told her as much.

He would not abandon her on this rock, to go through life all alone, without him. He had to be there for her.

Their relationship developed quickly after this confession.

Gregor attached himself to her at the hip, wanting to go everywhere with her. He worshipped Y/N, the woman who gave him and identity and a reason to go on.

His favorite thing was to be on his knees before her, or really in any position, face buried in her center, worshiping her at her core for as long as he could.

He's listened to her moans, drunk on her whines and though he never wanted to leave, willing to go down on her for hours and hours, just, sucking and rutting and thrusting into nothing.

He came multiple times untouched just from his sweet Y/N wrapping her soft thighs around his head, and feeling them shake when he once again brought her to bliss.

His obsession for his lady was very sweet and adoring... or so he thought. in reality he was dangerously reliant on her. he NEEDED her to give him purpose. Needed her to say over and over again that she loved him, that he kept her safe and so pleasured and loved.

Gregor stalked the shit out of her when she started to pull away. Got possessive when she wanted to talk to other people. Y/N wasn't for them, she was for him, couldn't they see that?

Then the clones found him and he was carted away from Abafar after "Woke him up", taking his beloved sweetheart with him, but not before disposing of those scumbags who dared to try and take her attentions away from him.

The sweet man she had once known was gone. The giggly soft, gentle lover who would look at her with puppy love and sadness when she had to leave died.

In his place was a sadistic and obsessed man. A man who would collar and imprison her and call it love.

His giggles that she once thought cute and care free now came across as smug and condescending.

Then there was Lena.

He would go on and on about this Jedi that he had known, saying how they used to be a thing before. That she was absolutely beautiful and perfect.

Y/N thought that would mean Gregor would let her go. Content to pursue this angelic woman.

No such luck for her.

Gregor was as enamored by Y/N as he ever was. He wanted to be with, around and inside her always. he wanted her love, her life and her very being, convinced that he was made to entwine with Y/N and his precious Jedi.

It was a long trip to find his old flame. In that time Gregor took some advice from his brothers.

It hadn't escaped his notice that his beloved Y/N wasn't as excited to be meeting their third, their wife, as she should be. She should be ecstatic, laughing and smiling when he loved up on her, telling Y/N all the amusing stories he knew about their soon to be Twi'Lek Wife.

Instead, Y/N was frozen. Where once she performed their sensual dance with so much eagerness and care, she now lay unresponsive to Gregor.

He couldn't have that. He wanted to moan and giggle and huff and grunt WITH Y/N as he brought them to completion. He wanted her writhing and panting and begging and babbling as he let her use his fingers, his tongue and his cock to bring herself to pleasure.

Y/N should be curling against him, sated and safe and sleepy while he rubbed her and soothed her through her after shocks, basking in their afterglow and imagining how complete they'd be once their Jedi was found.

instead she just lay there stiff.

Willing but unenthusiastic to his advances.

Poor Gregor stopped being able to cum himself, desperately fisting his cock at her despairingly dry pussy, trying to bring himself some sort of relief as he clamped onto her neck and shoulder. But even that wouldn't work. If he couldn't get his wife there, or even turned on at all, then what was the point to all this?

So, as horny and frustrated with as he was, Gregor decided to switch gears.

He knew his poor Y/N was sad, scared even. She was leaving the only home he knew, not having any clue where in the galaxy they were heading.

To combat this he would tell her everything he knew about his past life. his brothers, their home, and all the good they've done in the Galaxy.

Gregor would entwine his and her legs together as he gently pet her hair back off her face, smooching her cheeks and nose lovingly.

And if he occasionally rutted up against her back or leg, gently massaging her delicate folds, tenderly searching for any sign of arousal, neither of them mentioned it.

He did this for weeks and eventually, Y/N started to reciprocate again.

He was the only man she knew in the Galaxy, and he was so handsome and paying such undivided attention to her, surly it wouldn't be so bad if she let herself be happy and loved by him?

Then the day came when he found their wife.

Lena Volaris was a beautiful Twi'Lek with deep blue skin and pale green tattoos. she was tall and statuesque an Y/N was smitten with her.

Y/N could see why Gregor would want her so bad, she was a picture of perfection.

Gregor was thrilled to see her again. He had talked about her for hours, telling Y/N how good they'd be for each other.

Y/N and Lena were a match made in the Force. From day one they were infatuated with each other.

Gregor joked that they loved each other more than they loved him.

He didn't realize he was pretty close to the mark with that one.

Not that they didn't love Gregor, no. He was too devoted, too caring and too charming for that.

Up on the ship where they spent a few weeks getting to know each other, talking and napping, snacking and fucking, the two women could almost forget the relentlessness that The clone Commando had shown.

When he was alone with them, he could make Lena and Y/N believe that there was only them in the entire galaxy.

He loved them like they were his only reasons for living.

Gregor was not a selfish Husband. He gave the two women all the pleasure and company they craved.

One of Gregor's new favorite things was when he'd lie on his back, one wife riding his face, the other bouncing up and down on his cock, while they kissed and massaged each other and he'd think how lucky he was that these two goddesses came to him.

He wanted to be under, around, on top of and inside them at all times. fucking into them, grinding on one while the other gave him the strap.

He wanted Y/N lying back on his stomach, knees to chest and pussy spread while he worked his pulsing cock in and out of her, Lena playing and sucking on her clit all the while.

He wanted to sensually bury himself in his lovers while they slept, waking them up with a gentle Orgasm and a sweet sleepy kiss on the nose.

He wanted to eat them and be eaten.

He wanted to watch and be watched.

Most of all, he wanted to empty every single last drop of love he had for his darling wives inside their pussies, and stay buried in one lover as he softened, while plugging the other with his fingers to keep his white hot ropes where they belonged, as the two of them fell asleep safe and warm in his embrace.

And if one or both of them swelled with a few of his children, that'd be just alright with him too.